I, the final BOSS of the beta test server!

From the perspective of Dean Silver and Ophelia, they didn't care much about the argument between Gray and Rust, the ideological dispute among the shore keepers.

Anyway, Rast's identity is a night traveler, and the echoes of the night world are just a phantom of history that has already happened...

As long as they can complete the mission and gain benefits and profits from it, there are many other Night Travelers who are more extravagant than Rast in the Remnants of History...all kinds of heinous war crimes can be found.

But at this moment, the transmission crystal shattered and the light curtain dissipated.

Dean Yin and Ophelia could not see what happened next... and could only guess based on the last scene.

"It should be fine... Before the Transmission Crystal completely shattered, the energy fluctuation data transmitted back seemed to contain the aura of another legendary level, and it was in conflict with the previous Sun Sequence Legend."

"However, this other legend's sequence isn't that unique. It seems to be the 'Abundance' long steps."

"Also, if my guess is correct, all of this should be part of my brother-in-law...Last's plan."

The electric arc in Ophelia's eyes dissipated, and she spoke.

"Besides, compared to these..."

"What I care more about is what they talked about before."

"'Shore Keeper', and... 'Grave Keeper'."

"The Gravekeepers, this secretive organization, seems to have had an extremely terrifying influence in the Sixth Epoch, perhaps directly interfering with the ultimate outcome of human civilization during that era."

"And yet, they surprisingly didn't disappear with the end of the Sixth Epoch..."

“Instead, it has survived to the modern day.”

She had just finished talking to herself.

The next moment, the door that had been tightly closed next to the hall suddenly opened.

"Little princess."

"Your subordinate seems to have something urgent to report. I told her about your situation, but she still insisted on coming in."

Professor Barbarossa's gruff voice came.

Immediately afterwards, accompanied by the sound of metal colliding, a woman with a straight figure and wearing glorious heavy armor walked into the Epoch Hall.

She did not look at Dean Yin beside her, but walked straight to Ophelia and knelt on one knee.

The heavy armor hit the ground, making a cold and hard roar.

"Kate, what's going on?"

"Didn't I ask you to use the Bronze Rose's clues to track down the secret organization behind it called the Gravekeepers?"

Ophelia looked at the heavily armored woman in front of her, her eyes suddenly paused: "Are you injured?"

"Yes, Your Highness."

Kate remained kneeling on one knee and replied respectfully, "In accordance with His Highness's orders, I followed the clues left by the Bronze Rose, tracing its connection to the Gravekeeper."

“At first, everything went smoothly.”

"However, just when I was about to make a breakthrough and track down a key figure, I was stopped by a mysterious person."

She pointed to the deep, distinct, blood-stained piercing wound on her breastplate.

"This wound of mine was sustained during the battle with the enemy."

"Mysterious man? Do you have any clues?" Ophelia frowned.

"I'm not sure, but..."

Kate hesitated slightly, but eventually continued speaking.

"But considering his fighting style, Night Blade ability, and the ability to injure me with a single strike... I have my doubts."

"The other party might be the new director of the Military Inspection Department—"

"Ingrid."

Chapter 128 The Fire Thief and the Origin of the Shore Keeper (Two in One)

As Rast stepped into the twisting vortex, the scenery around him began to spin.

When the distorted light and shadow froze again and became clear, what came into view was a world full of vitality.

This is a vast courtyard, with green plants standing tall and graceful in the courtyard, blooming colorful flowers and emitting bursts of rich fragrance.

In the air, the mixture of magic and vitality is almost condensed into substance, interpreting the meaning of the word "abundance" to the extreme.

However, if you look outside the vibrant courtyard, this fertile land, you will see a completely different view.

It was an illusory ocean. The dusk surged along with the waves, assimilating the light of the entire world into that dim and oppressive halo.

The light of dusk turned into a huge wave, crashing against the border of the fertile realm. The dim yellow and emerald green lights eroded each other, and then both disappeared into nothingness.

"Abundance" and "Death", life and death...

This is a collision of two completely opposite sequence long levels, two completely opposite forces that touch upon the root laws of the world.

The emerald green light disappeared, and the huge dim yellow waves followed... This cycle repeated itself over and over again. If Rast had not been in that vibrant area, he would have been swallowed up by the dusk waves long ago.

"You are now inside the remains of the Grim Reaper, the 'Remains of God'."

"Of course, according to the common saying of your Sixth Epoch civilization..."

"This is the origin of the underworld—the 'Abyss,' or the 'Underworld Abyss.'"

An old and gentle voice was heard.

The sound was clearly audible, but the exact direction could not be determined. It seemed as if it came from every corner of this fertile courtyard.

"Do you see that illusory, dim yellow ocean?"

"This is the blood flowing within the body of the god who controls death."

"Even though the God of Death has fallen for several epochs, and the power of his remains has long since dissipated by over 90% over the course of time... the divine power and laws contained within his remains are still beyond your ability to withstand."

"If it weren't for the protection of my Domain of Plenty, even a single drop of blood from the debris, drained of most of its divinity and power, would be enough to completely assimilate you... transforming you into a being similar to the dead in that city above the Netherworld."

Rast looked around and then he found the old man with white hair and beard and a peaceful face.

He stood in this fertile courtyard, without any strong aura emanating from him, just like a gardener pruning plants with garden shears.

If he had not witnessed the clash between this legendary gravekeeper and Cecil with his own eyes, judging only by the aura, Rast would probably have mistaken the old man for a truly ordinary person.

"Thank you...Gravekeeper for your help."

Luster bowed respectfully and saluted.

"There's no need for these useless formalities in front of me."

“Every legendary road is a unique and unrepeatable miracle.”

"And everyone who can find their own legendary path must be a person of firm mind."

"How could a legendary seed like this easily be inferior to others? Even if... you are facing a true legend right now."

The gardener-like old man in white robe looked at Rast, and the old voice sounded again.

"Just call me by my first name."

"My name is—Noah."

"Noah... sir."

Luster spoke again, his words still respectful.

"No matter what, you saved my life."

"If you hadn't intervened just now, I wouldn't have had the slightest chance of survival if a legend with such deadly intentions had attacked me."

"Even so, you are actually betting on me to take action, aren't you?"

Noah's faint laughter interrupted Rast's words.

"If not, what's the difference between what you're doing and committing suicide?"

"However, you are indeed a natural gravekeeper."

There was a slight pause in his words.

"I sense signs of wear and tear on your soul..."

"You are an immortal who has truly experienced the vastness of time and has felt the wear and tear of your spirit and soul as time passes."

"Only those who have personally experienced the wear and tear of time can truly understand the 'eternity' that we gravekeepers pursue."

"If your ideals weren't so aligned with the Gravekeeper's, and if you hadn't embarked on your own legendary journey, possessing the potential to ascend to legend, and the qualifications to follow in our footsteps..."

"Then, I would not have chosen to save you just now, but would have let you be burned to ashes by Cessel's scorching sun."

Noah turned around and looked down at the turbulent, dim, and illusory ocean.

"Last."

"Your understanding of the Gravekeeper is probably still limited."

"Yeah." Rust nodded.

"Previously, all my knowledge of the Gravekeepers came from my secret investigations at the Shore Keepers' headquarters, as well as the information accidentally leaked by Cecil..."

"However, the confidentiality level of this information is extremely high. Even if I tried my best to collect it, I could only get a few fragments."

A hint of bewilderment flashed across his eyes. "I only know that compared to the blind and unscrupulous moths to a flame led by the Shore Watchers under Cecil—"

"The 'eternity' pursued by the gravekeepers... is closer to my current ideal."

Luster's eyes were filled with a look of determination. "To be honest, Lord Noah, I was once trapped in one place for hundreds of years."

"In that time loop that never ages, and can never progress..."

"I've personally experienced how despairing and terrifying it is to have your spirit and soul worn away by the endless flow of time, and your self gradually disintegrating with the passage of time."

The look in his eyes changed from determination to deep fear: "Since then, I have understood-"

"Compared to eternal immortality, ideals, beliefs, secular morals, laws, and personal emotions..."

"Love, family, friendship... all of these things can be abandoned."

"I see."

Noah looked at Rast and nodded slightly. "No wonder, your body doesn't have a long life cycle like the immortal species, but is quite young..."

"Yet the traces of time's wear and tear on your soul are so clear, and the degree of damage is far greater than that of ordinary immortals."

"This should be a fortuitous encounter for you... Thanks to this fortuitous encounter, you will be able to advance hundreds, thousands, or even an entire era, and qualify to join the Tomb Keepers."

Noah smiled indifferently and did not question the credibility of the hundreds of years of time loop experience that Rast said.

Although the time distortion phenomenon confined to a small area is rare, it does exist throughout history... Before Gray awakened the long stage of the "Destiny" sequence, she had created a similar time distortion zone in Frozen Water Town.

For Noah, a legendary tomb keeper who may have lived for several epochs, this was not something unreasonable.

His gaze returned to the illusory, undulating, dim yellow sea.

"Actually, the so-called 'Gravekeepers' aren't what you imagine... a military organization with a strict hierarchy."

“It’s just a group of people with similar ideas coming together for the same goal.”

Noah's old voice suddenly became distant, like the humming of an ancient bronze bell.

"Life is something that ends."

"All things follow the cycle of birth, growth, prosperity, aging, and finally, the end... This is the law of the world, a rule engraved deep within this plane since the beginning of creation."

"It's not just ordinary life—even civilization, and even the epoch itself, cannot escape this law."

"Thus, just as they once flourished during their rapid development, civilizations, once at their peak, will inevitably decline and move towards the end of their lives... until, at the end, they perish."

"And our duty and mission is to stand independently of the long river of history... to witness the rise and fall of civilizations, the opening and closing of eras, and to inscribe these events on tombstones, recording and protecting the traces of their existence—"

"Just like our name—"Gravekeepers"."

"As witnesses and writers, we watch over the mausoleums of vanished civilizations and the tombstones of eras. This is the meaning of our existence."

"only……"

Noah paused for a moment.

"In every era and every civilization, there are always certain variables."