I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

Mia's injuries were actually quite serious; her silver armor was badly damaged, several ribs were broken, her staff was broken, and the blood at the corner of her mouth hadn't dried yet.

After looking at the now-vanished portal again, Ji Tian speculated that the portal's detection might require all living beings to possess consciousness.

In other words, if you want to reach the next level, you must either heal or kill the golden dragon.

Ji Tian wasn't a vicious person, so if he couldn't attack his teammates, he could only heal them.

Unfortunately, the healing medicine's effects dissipate easily, and Ji Tian's medicine was no longer effective against the dragon, so he had to refine the medicine again.

The wind-elemental power flowed in his palm, and the surrounding magical energy began to converge towards it.

The free-floating, exceptionally dense magical energy within the World Tree was compressed, refined, and purified under his control, like a crushed cloud condensing into a liquid sphere with a pale golden sheen in his palm.

Medicinal herbs? There are no medicinal herbs.

But inside this world tree, the abundant magic energy itself is the material.

The wind-element scepter is responsible for filtering out impurities and adjusting the magic element structure; the fire-element scepter follows closely behind, its scorching heat enveloping the sphere, causing it to slowly rise with fine bubbles, its color changing from light gold to deep amber.

Mia stared at him blankly, momentarily forgetting her pain.

"Hero... what are you doing?"

"Alchemy."

Ji Tian pricked his fingertip again, dripping a drop of his blood into the spinning liquid sphere.

The moment it merged in, the entire elixir suddenly contracted, condensed, and solidified, transforming into two pills the size of index fingers, with golden patterns flowing across their surface.

It's a pity it wasn't tempered and upgraded by lightning, otherwise its quality would be even better.

Ji Tian examined the pill for a while before handing it to Mia.

"Give it a try, it should work well."

"...Why is it in solid form?"

Mia remembered that most of the healing potions sold by the Adventurers' Guild were in liquid form. Also, what did "should be quite effective" mean? Had she never crafted them before?

Ji Tian smiled. "This is called alchemy, which is different from the potion system. Why don't you try it and see the specific effects?"

It didn't sound very reliable, but for her own and Xiaohua's sake, Mia still mustered up the courage to ask:

"...Do you have any medicine? I can buy some."

"Stop talking nonsense and eat quickly."

Mia took the pill and swallowed it herself first. It was better to have Xiaohua suffer the consequences than to have something go wrong.

Warm air flowed down his throat into his limbs and bones, and the lacerations on his body were healing at a visible speed, while the faint soreness between his bones was also rapidly subsiding.

The crack at the base of my thumb has disappeared, and my fingertips have regained their strength.

"Such speed! This effect...can anyone really concoct such a medicine?"

Ji Tian waved his hand modestly and said:

"It's just a medicinal pill, nothing special. Go ahead and try it on your golden dragon."

In fact, Ji Tian never expected that his blood would be so effective, instantly healing a severely injured legendary mage.

Mia nodded upon hearing this, then quickly turned around and knelt down in front of Xiaohua.

"Open your mouth, Little Flower, swallow the medicine."

The dragon did not react.

Mia didn't care whether it was conscious or not. She pried open the giant mouth, stuffed the remaining pills into its mouth, and gently held its jaw with her hand.

After a few breaths, the golden dragon's throat moved, indicating that it had swallowed the pill.

Mia knelt beside it, her hands supporting her on the ground, her eyes fixed on the golden dragon's wound.

The edges of the shattered scales began to glow faintly with a golden light, and the flesh at the cut was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, with bones and wing membranes regrowing and intertwining.

Jinlong's breathing gradually stabilized.

My heartbeat is returning to normal.

Mia finally breathed a sigh of relief, tears welling up in her eyes. She raised her hand and wiped them haphazardly with her sleeve, then turned to look at Ji Tian and thanked him, her voice choked with emotion.

"Thank you, thank you..."

Ji Tian waved his hand, then suddenly seemed to remember something and teased:

"By the way, can you recognize who I am?"

Mia was taken aback, then her face turned red.

……

Evan's figure stumbled and reassembled in the shadows, each reconstruction more difficult than the last.

His robes were long since torn to shreds, replaced by a constantly churning film of shadows that barely maintained his human form.

During his brief access to the World Tree, he was almost directly controlled by his consciousness and could only maintain his sanity by stimulating himself with the pain of constant suicide attempts.

"Why?! Why does he have the right to wield three kinds of power simultaneously without going insane?!"

This place is completely different from the battlefields before.

A vast plain bathed in soft light.

The grass reached knee-high, swaying gently in the still air, as if every blade of grass was breathing in the light.

Evan staggered a few steps, then knelt on one knee, pressing his palm onto the grass.

There was a force that specifically restrained half of his authority that was surging within him.

light.

He raised his head.

In the distance, a person is standing in the middle of the plain, with his back to him.

The man was tall and straight like a sword, with broad shoulders and back, and his features even bore a resemblance to Ian.

Evan's gaze fell on the longsword in the other's hand; the patterns on the scabbard were enough to tell the story.

The Royal Sword.

"So young, you're Ian's son? He's never told me that."

The man raised his right hand and held the longsword horizontally in front of him.

"The prophesied being from beyond the heavens. I am the strongest swordsman in this world. State your name, and let us fight to the death."

Evan paused for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.

"The strongest swordsman? You must be that old king. I even mistook you for Ian's son."

You actually survived using that method? Regaining your youth as a second-generation fairy, yet still retaining human consciousness... Interesting, this is truly fascinating..."

The young old king slowly drew his sword, his face expressionless.

The moment the sword was drawn, the light across the entire plain suddenly coalesced, as if a sun had awakened from the blade.

The light patterns flowed along the spine of the sword, climbed up his arm, and finally covered his entire body, making him look like a war god forged by light.

"You have lost your chance to answer. Your actions have touched the very foundation of the World Tree, and this world cannot bear for you to continue living."

Endless shadows spread from beneath Evan's feet, while lightning bolts appeared simultaneously, clashing head-on with the light on the plain, neither gaining the upper hand.

Evan looked up, his gaze piercing through the intense light and landing on the old king's face.

"Tell me, what makes you think you're the 'chosen one'?"

"Because I am the guardian of this land!"

The old king stepped forward, and the sword flashed.

The entire plain was swallowed by light.