In front of the Shadow Throne as tall as a mountain, Wilder at the top of the stone pillar suddenly disappeared. It was not until nearly a minute later that he said: "Your joke is not funny at all - Madam, if even an ancient god like you can call himself a 'mortal', then are there any gods in this world?"

"The key to the gods is not the strength, but also has nothing to do with whether they are old or not. The history of the dragon is more than two million years long. The oldest dragon in the world is even the same age as me, but they are still mortals, just because they have the mind of mortals and live according to the 'trajectory' of mortals," Ms. Ye said leisurely, as if she was just chatting with an old friend about the passage of time. "Everything in the world has its own trajectory. God is walking on the road of God, and people are walking on the road of man, but these trajectories are not insurmountable.

"Mr. Great Adventurer, I had crossed the line many, many years ago - although I received a slight help from the Settler at that time, from the results, I no longer fit the positioning of the world for the 'gods'."

"Over cross the line...you occasionally mention this word," Wilder said, seemingly ignorantly, and then he seemed to think of something, "Wait, then, as such, you can actually help the mortals of this era..."

"No," Ms. Ye interrupted the Great Adventurer's words, "As for the reason, you just said it yourself - 'This era'. I do not belong to this era. Mr. Great Adventurer, I am a ghost who has lived in ancient times to the present. Even if this ghost is no longer a god, I cannot do what they should do on behalf of the mortals of this era. Now that I can take action to this extent, I have actually taken advantage of the loopholes. Only because I have found a little 'connection' in the world of this era, can I intervene in the current situation."

"I found the 'connection' in the world of this era..." Wilder thoughtfully, "I don't quite understand, is the connection you mentioned..."

"If you don't understand, don't understand. This is not a big deal," Ms. Ye shook her head gently. He seemed to have lost interest in this topic. He might be hinting that the great adventurer should not continue to ask. He picked up the scepter that he placed next to the throne, summoned the shadow crack and gently wiped the top of the scepter, with a low voice. "Now I have done my best to help them pave the way forward, but the biggest challenge... still depends on them to step over it, and that's what a ghost can do."

Wilder quietly watched the ancient god who carried heavy years and fulfilled an ancient vow in nearly eternal time. After a long time, he couldn't help but speak: "Are you rubbing the blood on the stick?"

"I said that this is first of all a scepter." Ms. Ye immediately corrected with a serious look on her face.

Wilder thought about it, thinking that the other party did not seem to deny that there was blood on the stick, and emphasized that "this is first of all a scepter". The implication is probably the scepter that is secondly a scepter, right...

However, he was not interested in repeatedly fighting with an ancient god. He watched the lady in front of him wiping her weapons while humming some ancient songs softly, as if in a good mood. Of course, he chose to take this opportunity to ask more things he was interested in: "That exploration team... can they find the Thousand Towers City smoothly?"

"Since the invitation has been sent, of course I will let them find that city," Ms. Ye responded casually, "Why, are you looking forward to it?"

"I looked forward to something so much as hundreds of years ago," Wilder said in a faint tone. "Sometimes I feel it is incredible when I recall it myself - I claim to be a great adventurer and think I have been taking risks all my life, but the reality is that I have been lying quietly in front of your throne for hundreds of years. In these hundreds of years, I have not left this desert for half a step, and have not visited any unknown realm. The only thing I do is tell you stories, telling you stories that have long been yellowed and have long been blurred.

"Ms., you actually knew from the beginning that this is not the state that 'Great Adventurer Wilder' should have. I've been stagnant here for too long. From my own perspective, I've even been in this state of stagnation for most of my life."

"This is because you can't move and leave yourself," Ms. Ye stopped wiping the scepter and lowered her eyes slightly. "Even until not long ago, until the cage in my crack was slightly closer to the real border, you had just had the opportunity to leave the throne briefly and head to the edge of the dream, right?"

"It is one thing that cannot leave the body, and it is another thing that accepts recognition of the status quo in my heart," Wilder did not give up because Ms. Ye changed the topic. "I lay quietly here until the pages of the book turned yellow, saying that I was trapped here, but in fact I have been accepting the status quo safely because my part of the desire to take risks is not here... The impulse is on the 'other side', his name is 'Modir', who has traveled the world for hundreds of years, witnessing countless wonders that have not been recorded in my pages, and until now, he is still on the journey and has never stopped.

"But at the same time, he could not fully record any of his adventures. His hundreds of years of adventures were more like wandering around in a daze. He had seen many things, but they often disappeared in the sun after a dream. He said that he still retained the habit of recording logs, but those precious notes were always lost and damaged for various reasons.

"Ms., since memory began to recover and thinking became clear during this period, I have been thinking about how the person 'Modir Wilder' was divided into two, and now I seem to have vaguely figured it out, and I guess... it's your intention."

Ms. Ye had put the scepter back to the throne again. He quietly looked down at the tiny books in front of the throne behind the dark clouds, as if he was watching a short and inconspicuous splash at the end of the long river of time. If it were a god who operated strictly according to the rules, He would not have devoted any extra attention to such a small existence. However, human nature finally softened His eyes and opened his mouth to break the silence: "Man is composed of two parts, Mr. Great Adventurer.

"Part of it is called 'curiosity'. Curiosity points to the unknown future. It always desires to embark on a journey and will pursue it endlessly; the other part is called 'memory'. Memory protects the past. It records every scene witnessed in a person's life. It is proof that people have the past existence. It is precisely because of these two parts that mortals can have the motivation to move forward and the ability to record and summarize history."

"So, you separate my 'curiosity' and 'memory', so that I neither go to the future nor be trapped in the past, but stay in the 'now' forever," Wilder vaguely understood, "because I exist only in the 'now'?"

Ms. Ye rarely spoke without any response. This silence seemed to be a disguised admission. Wilder's voice continued from the top of the stone pillar: "The curious Modir is on an endless adventure, but cannot record any adventure. Wilder is full of memories and remembers every adventure in the past, but never embarks on a new journey again. It is no wonder that he is a traveler walking in the world, and I am an ancient book lying in front of the ruins of the throne. Now it seems that this is very reasonable."

Listening to Wilder quietly, Ms. Ye didn't speak for a long time until she returned to calm before the throne. After several minutes, she suddenly spoke and broke the silence: "You sent a message back then, and that 'message' was far beyond the mortality and body that could bear. Split and preserve you was the only thing I could do at that time - if it were me now, there might be a better way to clear the anti-tide pollution you suffered and repair your soul, but I couldn't do it at that time."

"I know that you were fighting against the invading tide force. It was not easy to be able to give some energy to help me, a tiny mortal. I am not an ungrateful person. How could I turn my head and complain that my benefactor did not do well enough after receiving such great favors?" Wilder's voice seemed to have a smile. "I just suddenly felt a little emotional. I had been stagnant for so long to figure out this matter. It seems that the lack of 'curiosity' really has a great impact. If it were another me, I'm afraid that under the same situation, I will only take several years to detect my true situation and seek change from you?"

"…Death is also a 'stagnation' in another sense," Ms. Ye suddenly said, "When this journey is over, there will be no new journey."

"No, death is not stagnation, death is a witness to life," Wilder responded calmly, "end is also a part of the journey, just as death is also a part of life, permanent stagnation in the present is very different from ending safely after completing an adventure."

The gaze that looked down from the sky was stuck on the stone pillar for a long time. After a while, Ms. Ye's sigh came from the sky: "Mr. Big Adventurer, you are a good friend. If you can, I am really looking forward to having an adventure. Just like what you said in the story, pack up your luggage, throw away this old burden, and walk to the end of the world with your head held high."

"This is not possible, ma'am, at least not now. If you want to leave suddenly, the world will be very bad," Wilder laughed. "But I can send you blessings and wish you can realize this wish as soon as possible-this may really come true, didn't you say? They are very close to the 'perfect model' that the setter has portrayed you..."

"Then thank you for your blessings, Mr. Great Adventurer," Ms. Ye smiled, and he leaned back gently, leaning against the cold backrest of the throne, with amber eyes seemingly looking at the silhouetted city at the end of the horizon. "I'm a little tired, tell me another story. While there is still some time, I want to hear a brand new adventure."

"A brand new adventure? It's a little difficult...but as you wish." The black-skinned book on the stone pillar was silent for a moment, then spoke in a low voice, and he began to tell a story, a story he hadn't told in the past hundreds of years.

"The great adventurer Modir has led his exploration team to trek through this endless forest and wilderness for a long time. They have roamed around the Violet Island and have unknowingly arrived at the deepest part of the Land of the Wizards. Theoretically, the Thousand Towers City is in this place, but there is only a desolation in front of them..."

...

The great adventurer Modir has led his exploration team to trek through the endless forests and wilderness for a long time. They have roamed around the Violet Island and have unknowingly arrived at the deepest part of the Land of the Wizards.

Along the way, they discovered more "Stone Pile Monument" and learned more historical records about the Violet Kingdom from the monuments. They found a large number of traces left to the world by this country that was born and flourished in their dreams and disappeared quietly in their dreams, including messages from the Violets, images of history and cities, and many cultural and artistic materials.

These materials made everyone in the exploration team deeply fascinated and amazed. This "hidden country" that has always been closed for a long history obviously has a rich inner world far beyond the imagination of outsiders. Many things about folk culture have been presented to outsiders for the first time. Even Maggie, a person who is not a professional scholar, can imagine how amazing the response this part of the information will cause in the world once it is published.

The Violet Kingdom may really have "not existed" from the beginning, but the information left on this island is real. Even if they were born in a dream, they completely depicted the brilliant and splendid civilization of an ancient kingdom. For real scholars, these information are by no means false. Even for leaders, these "proofs of the whole country" are sociological materials that are enough to take them seriously, and are references and testimony to a country's history.

In order to maintain communication between the exploration team in the front and the rear command center, the Hanxing, which is still anchored in the bay, has sent a special communication relay vehicle. Three aircraft that cruise in turn over Violet Island can ensure uninterrupted communication between the exploration team and the mothership. With the help of this convenient communication condition, Wilder and Maggie have been sorting out all the information they found and sending it to the country. It is hard to say how much impact these information will cause in the future, but at least the Duke of Victoria, who was in charge of command in the rear for a while, was frequently shocked.

The hidden kingdom of Violet, this ancient kingdom, has now unveiled its mystery to the world in a way that no one expected.

But apart from these piles of stones, Modir and the exploration team he led never found what they really wanted - they did not discover the Thousand Towers City.

There are only a bunch of dense forests like barriers on this huge island, as well as wilderness or valleys and mountain streams that are irregularly distributed in the gaps between the forests. Although the piles of stones found along the way prove that the direction the team was looking for is accurate, in the deepest part of Violet Island, they circled around for several days but did not find the legendary "Master Capital".

On the fourth day of entering the central area of ​​Violet Island, Maggie once again transformed into a dragon and reconnaissed the entire area from the air, but like the previous times, she still found nothing.

Modir stood on the edge of an open wilderness, looking at the horizon in the distance, which had been gradually dyed red by the sunset. Maggie, who had just returned to the ground, stood beside him. The black dragon maid was still in the form of an armed dragonborn, and the magical mechanism on her body was releasing the heat outward. Not far behind the two were dense forests, and the shadows in the forest seemed to be squirming out of the shades of the trees at all times - but for the Rangers who had been active on the island for nearly a month, these scenes were already commonplace.

As long as you pay attention to the correct exploration method and avoid those obviously abnormal shadowed areas, this island is actually not as dangerous as you imagined.

"Theoretical that the Thousand Towers City is here, but there is only a desolate in front of us..." Maggie broke the silence, her voice was low, and there seemed to be a thunder rolling in her throat, "But the magic intelligence named Benadido clearly stated that the Thousand Towers City is where it was originally located, both in the real world and the dream world. Did we find the wrong place?"

"No matter how wrong it is, it is impossible to deviate so much that it is completely invisible from the air. After all, our general direction is definitely fine. The stone monuments I found before also pointed out the direction of the Thousand Towers City," Modir shook his head, "I prefer another guess, a...more 'magic' guess."

Maggie tilted her head slightly, and a curious tone appeared between her sharp teeth: "Oh?"
Chapter completed!