Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Wu Zhan didn't speak; his excited gaze swept rapidly over every detail of the entire space.

Cliffs, the only passage, the city below, and...

"Sun Yao, cast a fireball over there," Wu Zhan suddenly commanded.

Upon hearing this, Sun Yao glanced at his skill bar and found that the skill had been unlocked. He then tapped his staff lightly, and a fireball the size of a fist condensed and shot towards the city.

However, less than ten meters after it flew, the fireball's trajectory began to become erratic, its light quickly dimmed, and finally, far from its target, it "poof"ed and vanished completely, as if extinguished by an invisible hand.

"As expected!" A startled light flashed in Wu Zhan's eyes. "The anti-magic field still exists here! Magic will be greatly suppressed and interfered with!"

Just as everyone was immersed in this indescribable shock, an aged and undeniably majestic voice resounded deep within everyone's soul:

"The silence of countless years... has finally been broken... Outsiders, what you have stepped on is the ruins of glory, and also an eternal tombstone."

At the top of the crumbling tower in the central square, a colossal soul figure slowly emerged.

He was dressed in ancient yet luxurious royal attire, wearing a crown and holding a scepter.

His face was dignified and weathered, his eyes like deep pools, containing endless wisdom and unyielding sorrow.

[The Last Guardian - The Soul of King Hector LV. ? ? ?]

After the enormous figure fully emerged, it quickly traversed several kilometers in a flash and arrived in front of everyone, standing in mid-air.

However, the enormous figure had now become no different from an ordinary person, and it spoke:

"I am Hector, the last king of Ascalon, and... its eternal guardian."

"Stranger travelers..." its voice echoed, as if from tens of thousands of years ago, "Tell me, are you accidental intruders, or... an answer sent by fate?"

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Wu Zhan stepped forward, looked up at the ancient king's soul, and spoke in a steady and powerful voice:

"Your Majesty Hector, we have no intention of offending the spirits resting here. We have come here by chance because we got lost. May I ask where this place is?"

Hector's spirit looked down at them, a trace of painful reminiscence flashing in his eyes: "This place is called Ascalon... It was once our pride, one of the most powerful capital cities that we humans built in this endless hell with wisdom and courage..."

His words seemed to unveil a long-sealed historical scroll:

"We rested and recuperated here, relying on the natural barrier of this anti-magic crystal wall to defend against countless invasions. We once built a highly advanced civilization here... We firmly believed that the glory of Ascalon would never fall..."

His tone turned low and somber: "However... we underestimated the cruelty of fate, and overestimated the wickedness and shortsightedness of human nature. A betrayal originating from within brought unimaginable calamity... The twisted power from the abyss swept through this place, and even the strongest walls and the most powerful barriers crumbled under the combined attack from within and without..."

Hector's soul trembled violently, as if he were reliving that apocalypse: "I watched my people die in agony, watched the bustling streets be overrun by monsters, watched the flame of our inherited civilization be extinguished... Ascalon... has fallen. According to the cruel rules of this hell, having lost our capital... our racial identity has been erased, and the surviving members of our race will either die in battle, vanish, or... become wandering ghosts..."

He surveyed the desolate ruins, his voice filled with endless sorrow and self-reproach: "I have abandoned eternal slumber, clinging to this place with this broken royal soul as the last trace, as the guardian of the tomb, and as... a witness to Ascalon's final shame and defeat... I am waiting, waiting for a perhaps illusory redemption, or... final liberation."

The heart of the warrior beats like a war drum.

As he looked at the soul of this former king, at this land that bore witness to glory and fall, possessing a perfect defensive terrain and a ready-made urban framework, an incredibly clear and intense thought erupted in his chest like a volcano!

This is the place he's looking for!

He took a deep breath, as if to embrace the history and future of this land, then stepped forward, his steady and powerful voice resounding in the ancient, silent void:

"Your Majesty Hector! We are humans from the Blue Star, with the blood of the Dragon Kingdom flowing through our veins! We have heard the echoes of history, and heard the sorrow and greatness of Ascalon! We wish to inherit this heavy legacy!"

He spread his arms, pointing to the magnificent ruins, and declared resolutely, "In the name of Dragon City, this city will be revitalized and its glory restored!!"

The spirit of the late King Hector gazed silently at Wuzhan, his eternally unchanging eyes rippling violently like a stone thrown into a frozen lake.

He was examining each of the five humans present.

He remained silent at first, but when his gaze finally fell on Liu Nian, his illusory body paused slightly, and a hint of undisguised surprise flashed in his eyes.

A sigh, seemingly traversing countless years, resounded deep within everyone's souls.

"The Dragon Kingdom... a name I've never heard of, yet it flows with the same indomitable blood..." Hector's voice carried a hint of emotion, but his gaze lingered more on Liu Nian. "Especially you, young warrior... the power surging within you... such a pure and savage torrent of life, even in the peak of Ascalon, it was rarely heard of!"

"The rise of a civilization requires not only the strength of the collective, but also a powerful 'weapon'! This weapon could be a powerful warship, a star-destroying light spear, or an unparalleled 'legendary hero'!"

Hector's eyes blazed with light: "Before absolute power, all skill and trickery pale in comparison! Beyond Hell, we Ascalons conquered the stars with unparalleled strength and technology! Young man, you possess potential beyond reason; given time, your fists will be able to shatter stars!"

He paused, his gaze shifting between Wu Zhan and Liu Nian, a glint of wisdom in his eyes: "One is a leader with a grand vision and the ability to unite people, the other is a future war god with limitless potential... Fate has brought you both before me!"

His gaze sharpened again, filled with hope, as he looked at Wu Zhan and Liu Nian: "...This bulwark, imbued with the glory of our people, needs the joint efforts of successors like you to restore its former splendor!"

He brandished his scepter, and three runic marks appeared in mid-air:

"To inherit the legacy, you must complete three trials and rekindle the city's foundation!"

[The Inheritance Quest has been triggered: Rekindle the Flame of Hope]

[Mission Objective: Complete the three recovery trials]