Arcane Journey

After listening to the Elf Lord's meaningful words, Brian stood still, his heart seemed to be gently stirred by some indescribable emotion.

Although the path of "Transcendence" was still out of reach for him, like floating clouds in the sky, ethereal and illusory, with even the outline blurred, but for some reason, his heart was like a calm lake, with ripples quietly appearing.

For Brian, this was like an inexplicable change, as if a seed had been planted deep in his soul, which had not yet sprouted but had already quietly lay dormant.

He couldn't describe the feeling accurately. It was like a faint light in the distance in the night. Although he couldn't see it clearly, he could feel its presence and warmth.

This made Brian feel vaguely that these things that were quietly growing in his heart might one day blossom with unexpected power.

After realizing this possibility, Brian's gaze gradually calmed down, and there was an unprecedented firmness in his eyes.

The gears of fate turned quietly, and Brian stood at the threshold of the unknown, quietly waiting for that moment to come.

Then, Brian unconsciously tensed his back, and his tone was a little hesitant, but also revealed a trace of sincere respect: "Although I don't understand what your words mean, but... anyway, the great King Avandor, you still let me glimpse a corner of the 'Transcendent'. This revelation is of great significance to me."

He paused, his voice lowered but more resolute, "No matter what, I will remember this reminder. It is not just a conversation, but more like a knock of fate. Thank you for being willing to clear a corner of the fog for a small existence like me."

When Brian said this, his eyes no longer dodged. Even though he was facing the supreme god, the stubbornness and persistence from the depths of his soul still flickered in his eyes like sparks.

Of course, this is not the arrogance of an ignorant person, but a silent declaration of the unknown by a person walking on the edge of fate.

"You don't need to thank me."

The Elf Lord spoke again, his voice was like the morning breeze blowing through the treetops, carrying an ethereal and profound tranquility.

His eyes, which seemed to reflect the stars, stared at Brian quietly. There was neither kindness nor malice in his eyes, only a kind of indifference and curiosity that was above all things and overlooking the long river of fate.

"What I did was just out of selfish motives."

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if he was smiling, "Because I just want to know, if a being that originally wandered outside of fate takes one more step and truly embarks on the path of 'transcendence', what kind of ripples will be caused... That's all."

Although the words of the Elf God were light, they were like a stone thrown into the center of a lake, causing layers of echoes in Brian's heart that lasted for a long time.

To be honest, Brian didn't expect that this guy would have such high expectations of him.

This shows that he does have the potential to become a transcendent person.

In this way, Brian felt a lot more at ease.

After all, in the power system he understood, his limits seemed to have long been defined before the threshold of "Advanced Legend".

This seems like an almost insurmountable gap, lying in front of countless powerful people in the legendary field, swallowing up the ambitions and dreams of countless geniuses.

Brian once thought that he would end up here for the rest of his life, like a butterfly trapped in a cocoon, which could clearly sense the light from the outside world but was unable to break out of the cocoon.

However, the few words about "the Transcendent" from the Elf God were like a timely spring rain, silently soaking his dry heart.

You know, this is not an ordinary revelation, but a brand new possibility, a path beyond existing cognition. It is like a ray of light in the dark abyss, although weak, it is enough for him to see the vague road ahead.

At this moment, Brian seemed to hear the sound of the gears of fate turning slowly again.

It was a low and firm hum, like the sound of a bell from ancient times, echoing endlessly in the depths of his soul and vibrating every nerve.

This voice did not come from the outside world, but rose from the most secret corner of his heart, like some kind of irreversible call, tightly enveloping his will. Even though the road ahead was as unknown as a foggy abyss, Brian no longer hesitated.

He closed his eyes and let the invisible force flow through his body, like the tide flowing over the reefs, washing out a channel of his own.

Because he knew in his heart that once he took this step, there would be no turning back.

When he opened his eyes, Brian's gaze fell on the Elf God again.

I saw this supreme being still standing quietly in the void, with a faint halo surrounding him, as if he was integrated with the heaven and earth, yet independent of all things.

Seeing this, an idea emerged in Brian's mind.

"Excuse me for being frank." He spoke, his tone calm but with a hint of tentativeness, "Could it be that... you have become a true 'Transcendent'?"

This question is like a stone thrown into the center of a lake, causing ripples.

Brian's eyes were fixed on the other person, trying to catch even a trace of emotion in those deep eyes.

If the Elf Lord has really reached the legendary realm, perhaps under his guidance, I can avoid many detours and get closer to the unreachable other shore more quickly.

However, deep down in his heart, Brian felt that things might not be as simple as he imagined.

The Elf Lord was slightly startled, and his originally gentle gaze seemed to be gently moved by some long-lost memory. This moment of stagnation seemed as if time itself had held its breath.

After a moment, He sighed softly, and His eyes were like the surface of a lake illuminated by the early morning light, clear, profound, and filled with an indescribable vicissitude.

“‘The Transcendent’…” He repeated the title in a low voice, as if he was chewing on the meaning behind it, with an unfathomable smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

To Brian, this smile seemed both a recollection of the past and a mockery of the future.

“This word sounds like an ultimate destination, but in fact it is more like a threshold from which there is no turning back.”

The voice of the Elf God gently ripples in the air, like a breeze blowing through the treetops, bringing a strange feeling of tranquility and oppression.

"Do you think I've crossed it?"

Before he finished speaking, he slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips swept across the void, as if he was about to draw an invisible picture.

A faint light emerged. This was a road winding among the stars, dotted with stars, like a dream.

The end of the road is hidden at the intersection of chaos and light, and it looks like it leads to a world unimaginable to mortals, where there is both the brilliance of divinity and the shadow of destruction.

“It may not be wrong to say that I have already taken that step.”

The Elf Lord continued, his voice as ethereal as smoke, "But I prefer to think that I have only gone as far as fate allows me to go. The true 'transcendence' is still far from being achieved."

Brian stared at the light and shadow, and his heart was filled with an inexplicable throbbing.

This is not fear, nor is it awe, but an indescribable emotion, like a person standing on the edge of a cliff, eager to jump, but also frightened by the unknown abyss. (End of this chapter)