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Elf Royal Court, Royal Palace Administration Hall.

Silver-blue light streamed down from the crystals in the tree canopy, casting a cool hue over the parchment scrolls piled on the long table.

Serene Till was reviewing an application for additional personnel in the border patrol, her pen tracing smooth arcs across the page. Just as she was about to sign it, she heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

Then, the door was pushed open.

"His Majesty!"

The Queen looked up and saw that Arwin's clothes were still fluttering in the wind as he ran.

"Arwen? What's the matter? Why are you in such a panic? Weren't you supposed to be arranging the guide for the hero's party? Has something happened there?"

"I made the arrangements. But before I could bring them in, the High Priest personally came out and received the hero's team."

Serenetil put down her pen, recalling for a moment with slight surprise, "The High Priest? When was the last time He took the initiative to contact outsiders?"

The high priest is the first echo of the goddess's will in the human world, and rarely personally receives outsiders.

She always kept her distance from worldly affairs. Even when she went to the temple of priests to discuss matters, they would simply sit and listen quietly, rarely offering their own opinions.

Arwen thought for a moment, "I have reviewed the court records. It seems that the last time was three hundred years ago when the human kingdom, the elves, and the church joined forces to attack the old Demon King's city. The high priest met with the powerful figures from the kingdom and the church."

"What else did the high priest say?"

Arwen replied truthfully, "He only said, 'Your Excellency, I have been waiting for you for a long time,' and then dismissed his subordinates. I did not hear anything else he said."

The Queen nodded upon hearing this, and pondered for a moment before saying, "A person who can command the High Priest's personal attention must have already attracted some kind of attention. Whether it's because of that sacred mountain or because of the characteristics of someone in the group, this is something I need to confirm personally."

After she finished speaking, she straightened up from the back of the chair, slightly gathered the pile of documents in front of her, and glanced at the sky outside the window, which was already mostly slanted.

"Are they still in the temple?"

"Yes, they should still be inside the ruins and haven't come out yet."

"Then we'll wait," the Queen said, pushing her chair back under the table and standing up. "Go and prepare them. I want to receive them personally in the hall after they come out."

Arwin seemed to have anticipated Her Majesty's decision, and bowed in response, "Yes, Your Majesty, I will make the arrangements immediately."

Just as he was about to turn around, the Queen added, "Also, have the kitchen prepare some tea and snacks. They don't need to be too formal, but they should be made with care."

"……yes."

After Alwin left, she stood there, murmuring:

"The fact that the High Priest approached them first means that He sensed something we couldn't see. What could it be?... However, it's good to be able to relax for a moment while talking with the hero's team."

……

Ji Tian stood before the transparent giant tree, gazing at the ancient Elvish inscriptions emerging from the depths of its heart, his mind racing.

This line gave him two different conclusions.

The first point: If "the world turns" refers to a causal cycle with "reincarnation" as its carrier, then 1032 times is the limit. Once this upper limit is reached, the causal thread will break or be rewoven.

This makes perfect sense. After all, without the long-term accumulation of karma through reincarnation, how could a vessel possibly bear the karmic burden of a demon god?

But... is the so-called vessel a hero or a demon king?

Article 2: If "world rotation" refers to the relationship between this world and the outside world in terms of the flow of time, that is, it is calibrated every 1032 years, and the world's timeline will "return to its original position" or "reset" in some way, then the time travel of the first hero makes sense.

The first hero from over three thousand years ago and himself essentially belonged to the same timeline, only they were placed at different historical junctures within the same world.

Ji Tian didn't notice the time difference because he crossed a calibration node during his time travel, and that node itself caused time to have a "folding" effect.

Just as he was thinking this, the golden patterns inside the giant tree suddenly accelerated their flow, surging outward from the depths of the tree's heart, like activated blood vessels.

The patterns spread rapidly along some invisible path in the void, eventually converging into a stream of light that poured directly into the holy sword at Ji Tian's waist.

A golden light burst forth from the sword, enveloping Ji Tian entirely.

He could feel the golden patterns rapidly merging, weaving, and recombining with the runic structure inside the holy sword.

Ji Tian did not stop it; he could sense that the Holy Sword was about to unlock its skills.

The process lasted for about ten breaths.

When the light subsided, a ring of fine golden runes appeared around the hilt of the sword, warm to the touch, like patterns branded on.

New information appeared directly in Ji Tian's mind:

The ability to "Liberate the Holy Sword" has been unlocked.

At the same time, the surrounding gray-white void began to tremble violently.

One by one, the suspended fragments of light and shadow shattered and collapsed, turning into tiny specks of light and dissipating. The water beneath their feet cracked, revealing the void beneath. The secret realm itself was disintegrating from the edges to the center.

Elena caught Lilith, who was about to fall, and helped her regain her balance. Ophelia stood behind her, her short silver hair gently lifted by the air currents.

A prohibition similar to a confidentiality agreement appeared in everyone's mind: the contents of the memory must not be transmitted to the outside world in any form.

Lilith tried to open her mouth, but then forgot what she was going to say.

The grayish-white void completely dissipated, and the four of them stood once again in the secret chamber with the tree root dome beneath the priest's temple.

The gold rod in the groove turned into withered wood, crumbled into fine dust, and was scattered by a breeze that seemed to come from nowhere.

Lilith raised her hand and touched her throat. "I was just about to say... oh? What was I going to say again?"

She racked her brains for a long time, but found that she couldn't remember what she had seen in the ruins. She only remembered that she "saw some things".

"Quack, is Lilith already suffering from dementia at such a young age? Will she forget how to eat and sleep in the future? No way!"

Elena patted her shoulder and comforted her, "Don't force yourself to remember if you can't. You'll remember when the time comes."

That's true. The restriction only blocked the path of "speaking it out." When you stop trying to speak it out, you will remember it.

Ji Tian looked down at the newly added runes on the hilt of the Holy Sword, feeling the newly unlocked power slowly flowing inside the sword.

Sure enough, all the local gods joined this game of hero versus demon king:

He draws the Holy Sword from the human kingdom and embarks on adventures; he receives a blessing in the ruins of the elven court and unlocks the ability to "Liberate the Holy Sword"; finally, he battles the demons in various ways, accumulating karmic connections.

The high priest stood in the shadows at the edge of the secret chamber, his cane tapping lightly on the ground: "It seems you have gained quite a bit from this trip."

"good."

Led by the high priest, the group stepped onto the stone steps for their return journey.

The groove on the base of the tree behind me had completely lost its light, leaving only a clean, empty hole, like a closed eye.