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"At this moment, in the name of the first king of the Silver Age, I proclaim the nine decrees of the Silver Law, laying the foundation for a new era and guiding our path forward!"

Words are like invisible hammers, striking the very core of every listener's soul.

"Listen, the Nine Edicts of the Silver Law!"

"First!" Xiling's voice rang out like the clash of metal, "The Silver Law is the beacon of civilization! Its light guides all beings toward order, truth, and eternity, unwavering and eternally shining!" The light of the Silver Tree shone brightly in response, dispelling the invisible fog.

"Second!" Xiling spread her arms, embracing all living beings. "All living beings, regardless of race, origin, or belief, are equally bathed in the light of the law! Your differences are not barriers; you will ultimately be sublimated, merged, and tempered into one in the Silver Flame—the Silver Race!"

“Third!” Xiling’s gaze turned to the distant horizon of wisdom and skill. “Those who are determined to expand the frontiers of knowledge, innovate skills, and climb to the pinnacle of civilization will surely be blessed by the law with the ‘blessing of enlightenment,’ so that their spark of wisdom will never dim!”

“Fourth!” Xiling’s voice turned respectful and affirmative, “Those who dedicate their efforts to the cornerstone of civilization—craftsmen forge objects, scholars explore mysteries, and laborers cultivate the land—the law bestows the ‘Breath of Prosperity,’ enabling your hard work to bear the most abundant fruit!”

"Fifth!" The voice contained comfort and strength, "Those who sincerely convert to the Way of the Law and take it as the guiding principle of their lives will surely be blessed with 'silver protection,' their will as firm and unbreakable as silver, and their path ahead will be unobstructed!"

"Sixth!" Xiling's tone was both passionate and inclusive. "Dare to challenge conventions, forge ahead to open new paths, even if the journey is difficult and full of thorns, the law will send down the 'light of pioneers' to protect their exploration and illuminate the darkness!"

"Seventh!" Xiling's eyes shone brightly as she looked towards the temple of knowledge. "The treasury of all knowledge and the gate of wisdom shall be open to all who thirst for knowledge! Those who diligently study and strive for continuous progress shall be granted the 'blessing of wisdom' by the law, their minds opened and their true knowledge revealed!"

“Eighth!” Xiling’s voice was calm and profound, touching the very essence of life. “When the flame of life burns out and the journey reaches its end, all tangible bodies and intangible spirits shall return to the embrace of the Silver Tree. This is the cycle that nourishes all things, and the echo of life’s immortality!”

"Ninth!" Xiling's final decree was exceptionally warm and full of hope: "The new generation is the hope of the Silver Age! Those who carefully nurture the seedlings and water their descendants with wisdom and love will be granted 'sprouts of hope' by the law, so that the seedlings of the Silver Age may grow strong and support the future sky!"

The nine decrees, like nine invisible pillars of the world, were deeply imprinted into the veins of the newly formed Dharma Ring, and into the very souls of all beings, along with Xiling's solemn words. A silvery radiance resonated with each decree, cheering and praising the newly established rules.

A brief, almost sacred silence enveloped the square. All spirits were immersed in the majesty of the law and in hope for the future.

"This is the cornerstone of the Silver Law!" Xiling's voice broke the silence, echoing with the power of the creator. "This law is not for confinement, but for guidance! Not for oppression, but for prosperity! I will join hands with you to build this Silver Age!"

boom--! ! !

His response was a cheer that was even more fervent, more enduring, and seemed to tear the sky apart! It was a testament to loyalty to the new king, an embrace of the new era, and a profound, soul-stirring affirmation of the new laws!

Gazing at the jubilant sea below, Xiling took a deep breath. The tension that had gripped him before his announcement completely dissipated, and a warm smile once more graced his face. Xiling raised his right hand, as if holding an invisible goblet, and proclaimed loudly to all spirits:

"The celebration begins! Let us cheer for this new era! Let us rejoice! A new life begins here!"

The celebration was not just a speech, but a grand feast!

A celebration destined to be etched in history. A grand prelude to a new era.

......

At the moment night falls.

Xiling has left this world.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Leaving the Beginner Village

Xiling looked at her old nest.

A sense of security arises spontaneously.

Just like what I said that night, it feels like a lifetime has passed even though it was only recently.

Xiling patted his face. He was still so young, why was he being so sentimental?

Xiling gripped the holy sword tightly, turned around, and strode towards that specific direction deep in the forest.

The Forest of Heroes is both very large and very small.

A river.

A forest.

A patch of sky.

An altar.

A road.

And a locked gate.

Stepping onto the path that seemed to have been paved with the footprints of countless predecessors leading to the final destination, Xiling stared ahead.

At the end of this road lies that heavy, sealed gate.

And standing in front of that gate was a skeleton soldier.

His empty eyes seemed to be staring at Xiling.

Xiling looked at the skeleton soldier, or rather, the guardian.

Xiling's breathing quickened slightly. Two years! A full two years! He had rehearsed countless times in his mind how to dodge, how to attack, how to use the Holy Sword to cleave his opponent's skeleton and avenge his humiliation!

“Guardian…” Xiling gripped the sword hilt tightly with her right hand!

With a clang!

The holy sword has been drawn!

The instant the holy sword was fully drawn, as if the act of drawing the sword had pressed a button, an extremely subtle fluctuation appeared in the skeleton soldier in front of him—Xiling wasn't even sure if it was his imagination—and then, its skeleton began to silently and rapidly dissipate!

Like a sand sculpture whose solid skeleton crumbles inch by inch when blown away by the wind, turning into countless tiny particles that shimmer with a pure, silvery-white luster.

In just a breath or two, the spot was completely empty.

Only one key, also shimmering with a soft silver light, floated quietly where the skeleton soldier had stood, as if it were the last of those dissipated points of light to coalesce.

Time seems to have frozen.

Xiling remained in the stance of drawing her sword, the holy sword still gleaming, but the expression on her face froze:

"what?"

Xiling's outstretched finger trembled slightly as she pointed to the open space.

"No... not..."

The sound was dry, like sandpaper rubbing.

"Why did you leave?!"

Xiling's voice suddenly rose, filled with an incredulous sense of absurdity, "They just left like that?!"

What will I do if you leave?!

Two years!

Do you know how he's been these past two years?

He tries every day to find a way to defeat that skeleton soldier!

After Xiling awakened her heroic nature, the thing she wanted to do most was to give those damned skeleton soldiers a good beating.

But the other party actually pulled this stunt!

To maintain your undefeated record, right?

How can you be so selfish!

The suspended silver-white key emitted a soft hum, and then, as if drawn by invisible threads, it floated lightly and slowly toward Xiling, finally stopping in front of him.

Xiling, like a deflated balloon, dejectedly reached out and grabbed the key.

Looking at the key in her hand, Xiling felt a sense of frustration.

This feeling... is like you've gone through countless hardships to climb to the top of a mountain, sharpened your sword, and are ready to fight your nemesis, only to find that the guy is lying on the mountaintop, having died peacefully.

A long-awaited, exhilarating, and self-proving showdown... just like that, it's over? We didn't even catch a glimpse of an opponent!

Xiling raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the heavy, locked door with a complex expression, before looking down at the key in her hand that had brought her victory without a fight.

"……Ugh."

Another long sigh, filled with deep helplessness. Xiling twisted her wrist, neatly sheathing the holy sword, her chest heaving violently a few times.

Suppress your inner dissatisfaction.

What else can we do now? Life goes on, and the world still needs saving.

It's time to move forward.

We've lingered here long enough.

Xiling closed her eyes, channeled the magic power within her body, and let it flow down her arm into the silver key.

The runes on the key suddenly lit up, emitting a warm and steady glow.

The moment the magic was injected, a sudden change occurred!

The once desolate Forest of Heroes seemed to be infused with an invisible vitality. A sudden breeze, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, rose from the ground, gently encircling Xiling and ruffling his hair and clothes. This wind was like a long, blessed sigh, bidding farewell to the hero about to embark on an unknown journey.

Immediately afterwards, the forest overhead emitted a magnificent "shh-shh" sound! It wasn't just ordinary wind blowing through the leaves; it was as if the entire forest had come alive, with every leaf singing and every branch swaying, offering a magnificent symphony for this moment.

The deathly silence that had enveloped the forest was completely shattered, and a vibrant clamor filled the entire space.

At that moment, Xiling suddenly exerted force on her wrist—

"Click!"

A crisp, ancient mechanical sound rang out, clear as if a static seal had been shattered.

The door... opened.

The heavy bronze gate slid open silently, and in an instant, an invisible suction force surged out from it.

The door led not to the expected forest or landscape, but to a deep, swirling vortex filled with countless star-like points of light.

It's like a time tunnel with no beginning and no end in sight, vast and unknown.

Xiling turned back one last time and took a deep look at the forest behind her that had just come back to life—the starting point for heroes.

The wind was still blowing, and the leaves were still singing, as if urging him to move forward.

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiling's eyes narrowed, and with a hint of lingering regret and a resolute determination to move forward, she stepped into the shimmering vortex.

The figure was instantly swallowed up by the flowing starlight and disappeared without a trace.

The heavy bronze gate, under the watchful gaze of the forest, slowly and silently closed again, as if nothing had ever happened.

Until... countless tiny, silvery-white specks of light—emerging and converging quietly from the forest air, from the ancient tree trunks, and even from the soil beneath our feet.

As if drawn by an invisible force, they slowly coalesced and rotated in mid-air, with more and more points of light eventually forming a fist-sized sphere composed entirely of soft silver light.

It floated there silently, radiating a pure and cold light, like the forest itself opening an all-seeing eye.

The silvery-white orb seemed to be watching the departing figure.

Another gentle breeze, carrying the damp coolness unique to the forest after the rain, softly swept by.

The sphere of light disintegrated into countless finer fragments, instantly dissolving into the air without a trace.

Just as the sphere of light dissipated, a voice, carrying an indescribable echo of time, reverberated throughout the entire Forest of Heroes:

"The last hero..."

"...You will embark on your journey."

"...a journey called salvation."

"...Go and save that broken world."

"...Go and save Him from his broken state."

......

That's a light.

A silvery-white light tore through the deep night! It forcefully pierced through the layers of invisible yet real barriers of the world with unstoppable force!

Like a shooting star burning with pure silver flames, trailing a long, dazzling tail of light, it boldly pierced the long-silent sky in the eyes of countless gazing up!

Above ground, countless cities, towns, and wildernesses are dotted with lights.

Farmers returning from work stopped in their tracks, old men telling stories by the fire looked up, lovers nestled by the window ceased their whispers, and soldiers on the training ground forgot to swing their swords... People were all drawn to that extraordinary light in the sky, radiating an aura of holiness and hope.

A primal, life-force-driven excitement gripped their hearts.

Without words or instruction, countless hands clasped together in front of their chests, each person offering their heartfelt and urgent prayers.

This shooting star, carrying the hopes of ordinary people, disregards the barriers of time and space and continues its predetermined trajectory.