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Chapter 232, 231: The countdown to the Two Realms Gate reaches zero; a new world appears?

"It's special."

After a long silence, Celia finally spoke, her voice breaking the tranquility of the study.

Gu Yuan raised an eyebrow: "How so?"

"I just remembered it myself. After all, the demon suddenly disappeared back then."

Celia took a deep breath, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking directly at Gu Yuan. "Its power is not actually death."

"Hmm?" Gu Yuan's expression hardened. "Not death? Then what is it?"

He hadn't really thought about this before, but after a moment of reflection, he realized it was quite reasonable.

Legends are always distorted and exaggerated as they are passed down by word of mouth, especially those from so long ago.

Selena didn't answer immediately. She crossed her legs on the chair, a slightly casual movement that made her seem less distant.

Her gaze fell on the flickering candlelight on the table, as if she were looking at the distant past: "Back then, it also brought disaster to the elves, and my tribe was not spared either."

"Back then, it was more like an invisible black fog—now that I think about it, it was probably due to the environment at the time."

Gu Yuan nodded, knowing that the tides predicted were likely influenced by the ocean.

Seria continued to describe the horror of the black mist: "That black mist is an instant poison to humans, killing them instantly upon contact, but to elves—it is an irreversible curse of aging."

"I have witnessed eternal life wither before my eyes—a sight that haunted me for a long time afterward."

"Aging—" Gu Yuan repeated in a low voice, his brows furrowed.

If the essence is "aging" rather than "immediate death," many judgments need to be adjusted.

It makes sense that human recorders named it "death" because of its immediate lethality to its fellow human beings.

"But you don't need to worry too much."

Seria took a deep breath, as if to dispel the chill, and her tone regained its usual certainty, "Back then, the goddess's magic had not yet descended upon the world, and humans and elves did not have protective measures such as 'return spells,' which is why it was so difficult to deal with. Even I almost—"

She paused, skipping over the details, "But things are different now. If you need me, I can get involved. You don't have to bear all of this alone."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Celia immediately realized that her statement was too proactive and inconsistent with the image she usually cultivated, so she quickly tried to smooth things over, her tone somewhat stiff: "What I mean is, we can't just stand by and watch Millie Alde become a widow—but that's not right either—"

She became increasingly incoherent as she spoke, and feeling annoyed, she turned her face away from him.

Seeing her rare moment of embarrassment, Gu Yuan managed a weak smile, saying, "I understand."

But the weight on his heart did not lift; instead, this crucial information pointed to a more specific and unsettling possibility.

He suddenly remembered the wrinkles at the corners of Kraft's eyes a thousand years later—something that Kraft would never have on his face today.

Elves shouldn't show signs of aging after a thousand years.

There is only one explanation: at some point in the future, Kraft encountered an event that caused him to age prematurely.

And at this moment, this event seems to be right before our eyes.

"So that's how it is—" Gu Yuan muttered to himself, his thoughts instantly becoming clearer, yet also increasingly heavy.

This demon was even able to break down the goddess's blessing that a monk like Kraft possessed.

"What's wrong?" Celia noticed the change in his expression.

"I've been thinking about something." Gu Yuan didn't elaborate; now wasn't the time to explain.

He quickly turned around, gesturing for Celia to continue recalling any details that might be useful, while he spread out a sheet of paper and began writing furiously.

This information must be told to Kraft immediately.

Originally, we wanted to maintain long-term contact through the Chamber of Commerce, but now that lives are at stake, we must act quickly.

With a scratching sound from the pen, Gu Yuan quickly wrote down key points one by one, including the nature of "aging," the characteristics of the black mist, and its specific effects on the elves.

After finishing the last stroke, he immediately found the "slingshot that was sure to hit."

He carefully folded the letter, wrapped it in layers of tin foil to make it waterproof, and then firmly tied it to the "bullet" of the slingshot.

He glanced at the dark night outside the window and mentally calculated Kraft's approximate location.

"Although it might be a bit risky—he's a monk, he has protection, he should be able to withstand it."

At this moment, speed is more important than thoroughness.

Watching Gu Yuan's fluid and seamless movements, Celia couldn't help but ask softly, "The information I provided—didn't it disrupt your plans?"

Gu Yuan didn't turn around. He pushed open the window, and the cool night breeze swept in.

He aimed at the southern continent, tightened his grip, and the slingshot gleamed faintly.

"Whoosh—"

The package transformed into a thin stream of light, tearing through the night and shooting straight into the sky.

Gu Yuan closed the window, turned to look at Celia, and said calmly, "It's nothing, quite the opposite."

He walked to the table and sat down. "Thanks to you this time, otherwise we might not have known the problem until we hit a wall."

Celia nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Gu Yuan's gaze fell back on the pot of soup, which had cooled down but still retained its aroma.

The letter has been sent, and given the properties of that magical artifact, it should reach Kraft in time.

Thinking of this, his anxiety eased a little.

He took an empty bowl, filled it with some soup, and handed it to Celia: "Have some too, don't waste it."

Seeing this, Celia paused for a moment, but ultimately took the bowl, felt its warmth, and began to sip the water.

The two fell silent for a moment, the only sound in the room being her soft swallowing.

She occasionally glanced up, her gaze meeting Gu Yuan's, before quickly looking down again. Time flowed quietly in this subtle and tranquil atmosphere.

Meanwhile, on the distant southern continent, near the Vesagon tribe.

Kraft stood alone on the beach, gazing up at the vast starry sky so different from his homeland.

He was pondering how to solve the calamity at its root.

Suddenly, he frowned as he saw a faint light approaching at an alarming speed on the horizon.

The light grew brighter, and he tensed up, still unable to discern what was approaching—

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the thing struck him squarely on the forehead!

Kraft gasped as he clutched his swollen brow bone.

Looking down, I saw a slightly deformed tin foil box lying at my feet.

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Kraft picked it up with a heavy heart and recognized the familiar handwriting and emergency markings.

He quickly opened it and read it by the moonlight. The pain in his forehead was immediately replaced by a solemn expression, and his eyes became extremely solemn.

"I see—thank you!"

Taking a deep breath, Kraft suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with respect for Gu Yuan.

Inside the study, Gu Yuangang escorted Sai Li'ai to the door.

"Get some rest," he whispered.

"Mmm," Celia responded softly, her figure quickly disappearing into the dim light at the other end of the corridor.

Gu Yuan loosened the slightly cool doorknob, a wave of weariness washing over him, and decided to go back to his room.

However, in the instant he turned around...

A sudden surge of heat erupted from his right palm.

The feeling was so intense, as if I were holding a miniature sun.

He felt a chill run down his spine and abruptly raised his hand.

In his palm, only he could see the countdown numbers that had been quietly ticking away.

now.

It has been completely reset to zero.

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