I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, gradually blurring the view.

Lilith subconsciously pulled out the wooden stick from her storage ring—the one that had accompanied her in striking spiders, broken several times, and been repeatedly wrapped with hemp rope—and clutched it tightly to her chest, as if this rough, broken stick could shield her from some unseen danger.

Her silver-white hair, damp with moisture, clung to her cheeks. She leaned closer to Ji Tian, ​​but unfortunately, the Holy Sword and the mountain embedded in it blocked her way, preventing her from clinging to him.

"Master, something's wrong with this fog..."

Isn't that obvious?

Ji Tian tilted the holy sword to his side, and the holy mountain on the sword emitted a faint golden halo, dispelling some of the surrounding mist.

The group continued along the forest path, the soil beneath their feet becoming soft and damp, and a refreshing mist drifting in the air.

They had unknowingly walked to the shore of a lake deep in the forest.

The lake is a deep, dark blue, like a mirror left behind in the human world.

A faint song drifted from the heart of the lake, its ethereal and melodious sound seeming to resonate directly in the mind, enticing travelers to follow its direction.

Lilith thought she heard someone calling her name, the voice so gentle that she couldn't help but want to get closer.

Her feet moved unconsciously toward the lakeside, her feet slipping on the wet shore, and she tumbled forward—

"Watch out!" Elena reacted quickly and grabbed her by the back of her collar.

Lilith staggered to her feet, but the wooden stick in her hand slipped out of her grasp and slid into the lake with a "plop".

She lay on the shore, watching helplessly as her old companion, who had followed her "in battles across the land," swayed twice on the surface of the lake and sank.

"No, my stick!" Lilith's voice was full of resentment as she lay on the shore, wishing she could jump in and retrieve it.

"Shh." Ji Tian raised his hand to signal her to be quiet, his gaze fixed on the center of the lake.

The singing stopped.

Ripples spread across the center of the lake, and from the center of the ripples, a figure slowly rose from the water.

She was an extremely beautiful female elf, with long, wet, gray-blue hair hanging down her back. Her eyes and brows exuded a gentle and kind nature that seemed to be able to forgive all the mistakes in the world.

She wore a long dress woven from water plants and moonlight, her bare feet treading on the lake, her gaze fixed on Lilith, her voice like the gentle vibration of a harp string:

"Child, what have you lost?"

Lilith sniffed, pointed at the lake, and whispered, "A stick."

The lake sprite smiled slightly, his right hand emerging from the water to grasp a short, gleaming golden staff inlaid with jewels. "Was it this golden staff that you lost?"

"Wait a minute, why does this plot seem so familiar?" Ji Tian thought for a moment and decided to observe it for a while longer.

Lilith shook her head.

Her left hand reached out again, holding a silver staff with runes flowing along its shaft. "Is that this silver staff?"

Lilith shook her head again. "No, I just want my ugly stick that I used to fight spiders with."

The lake sprite's smile deepened, a look of satisfaction flashing in its eyes.

She gently waved her hand, and another string of bubbles rose from the lake. The old wooden stick, soaked in water, was lifted up by the current. With another wave of her hand, the gold stick, the silver stick, and the wooden stick all flew out and landed at Lilith's feet.

"Good boy, honesty is the most precious quality. Since you have not coveted the gold and silver, I will give you these two sticks as well."

Lilith grabbed the wet wooden stick and carefully dried it with her sleeve before contentedly putting it into her storage ring.

Then she picked up the gold stick and the silver stick, and compared them in her hands. The gold stick was too heavy, and the silver stick was too thin. Neither of them were as good as her old wooden stick.

But hey, why not take advantage of something that's free?

"Thank you, fairy sister!" she called out sweetly towards the center of the lake.

Ji Tian stood aside and looked at it more and more, and it seemed more and more familiar: a golden stick, a silver stick, an honest child... Why does this plot look more and more like a fable?

Just as he was about to ask a question, the lake spirit sank into the water, ripples spreading outwards, and the surrounding thick fog slowly dissipated.

Sunlight peeked through the gaps in the clouds, and the lake remained a deep blue, as if nothing had happened, with only the words, "Fellow travelers, the road ahead is long, may you have a safe journey," echoing in your ears.

Ji Tian sighed with a hint of regret, "You ran pretty fast."

Lilith, dragging a golden staff in one hand and holding a silver staff in the other, proudly displayed them to the group, "Master, Sister Elena, Second Senior Sister, look, I've got two treasures!"

Elena quite liked the other girl's innocent and naive personality, and patted her head, "Yes, our Lilith is the most honest."

Ophelia frowned slightly as she looked at the faintly flowing magical patterns on the golden staff. "The magic attached to it... seems to be some kind of token."

Lilith didn't care about any tokens of faith or anything like that. She put both the gold and silver sticks into her ring and took out the wooden stick, which she hung on her waist. This was her favorite.

The group continued on their way, and the surrounding fog completely dissipated, making the forest path clear again.

Ripples only returned to the lake after their figures disappeared into the depths of the dense forest.

Deep in the heart of the lake, the blue-haired elf emerged halfway from the water's surface, patting his chest with lingering fear.

"Phew~ That scared me to death! That hero was actually carrying the Holy Mountain?"

He came here thousands of years ago at the command of the goddess to test the brave. He has seen all kinds of brave men: generous, courageous, humorous, upright, prudent... but he has never seen a brave man carrying the holy mountain around.

That's a sacred mountain! Even a demigod of the dwarves might not be able to carry the sacred mountain away with a sword, right?

Oh, no, the dwarven demigods are too short; if they wield swords, the sacred mountain will definitely be dragged to the ground.

No, now is not the time to make fun of the dwarves!

If that thing were to hit Him without restraint, even if He wasn't a demon, it would take Him at least a thousand or eight hundred years to recover.

"Why is this hero so special? Why could I only sense his sacred mountain when he arrived at the lake? Oh well, at least the mission is complete!"

He was talking to himself, feeling glad that he had behaved properly and hadn't teased the other heroes as he usually did before handing the token near the tree to the hero's party, when he suddenly felt the light above him dim.

"Hmm, it's getting dark?"

He looked up in confusion, and the entire elf was stunned with fright.

The sacred mountain roared in, blotting out the sky and the sun!

Ji Tian threw the Holy Sword and the Holy Mountain together at some point. The Holy Sword faced upwards, and the two golden characters "Fan Tian" at the bottom shone brightly, directly in front of her face.

"Wait, wait, wait—!"

Boom—!

The lake water exploded, splashing dozens of feet high, drenching the forest for miles around. Countless birds took flight and beasts fled in terror.

"Hmph, you think you can get away with messing with my disciple? I can tell you're up to no good!"