Chapter 140
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Volume 2 + Chapter 140: Xia Yi’s Solo Mission
Humans are a Superior Race?
Xia Yi thought she had read it wrong.
She lifted her hand, rubbed her eyes, and looked at the sentence again.
“The Fifth King of the Superior Races: the Human King, wielder of the Holy Sword, bearer of the Sacred Spear, waged a bloody battle against the Dragon King.”
Still no change. The radiance emitted from the inscription was resonating with the Holy Sword.
“How incredible,” Xia Yi couldn’t help but sigh in amazement.
She used to be human, and was therefore quite familiar with human history.
Among the dragons, no one understood humans better than Xia Yi.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call her a human expert!
In her understanding, humans had nothing to do with the Superior Races—the power gap was far too wide.
Superior Races referred to those with overwhelming strength, standing above ordinary species.
This wasn’t just about the upper limit of power among elites—it was about the lower limit of the race as a whole.
For example, take a normal adult from each of two species, raised under ordinary conditions, with no special training, and have them fight.
If a human male were to fight a dragon male of the same age…
Hmm.
Just imagining the scene, Xia Yi found it brutal.
There was no chance—the human wouldn’t even be able to resist. It would be a one-sided slaughter.
Not just against dragons—even vampires or demons would be impossible opponents.
Let alone considering their upper limits.
Without a doubt, judging from the current era, humanity as a whole couldn’t be called a Superior Race.
Even in early Ancient Times, during the Dragon Wars, there was no record of humans being classified as such.
“Looks like there were a lot of secrets in the Mythic Age,” Xia Yi mused, puzzled. “Humans back then were really that strong? Strong enough to battle the Dragon King?”
She decoded the stone stele’s remaining inscriptions.
Roughly, it described a great battle where the Dragon King ultimately defeated the Human King, who retreated.
But it was not a one-sided crush—it was a duel between equals.
Nothing like her previous, absurd mismatch when she tried to challenge Sharulu…
Cough cough!
Xia Yi quickly cut off her own thoughts, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“This is an ancestral stele, so it’s mostly about dragon customs. Mentions of humans from the Mythic Age are just tiny fragments.”
In fact, there wasn’t much important history recorded on the whole thing.
Basically, it repeated how mighty the ancestor was—defeated all the Superior Race kings, with only one tie and the rest being complete victories.
After all, it was a temple built to honor their ancestor—of course it would be full of glorifying praise!
Sadly, too little information remained from the Mythic Age. Most were bedtime stories passed down through generations—not reliable history.
As for that Human King, bearer of the Holy Sword and Sacred Spear—he was a complete mystery to Xia Yi.
Bzz bzz bzz!
The Holy Sword flashed twice.
Xia Yi lifted it up, blinked a few times, then her face broke into a surprised, delighted smile.
“My old friend, you’re that amazing!?”
She was shocked.
Now she understood why the Holy Sword had reacted so violently to the ancestor’s statue—it used to fight this very opponent!
“You’ve existed since the Mythic Age? You were the Human King’s weapon? And could go toe-to-toe with the Dragon King back then!”
Bzz bzz bzz~
The Holy Sword’s glow fluctuated in a cheerful rhythm.
As if saying—
“Am I awesome or what? Say it! Praise me!”
Xia Yi finally realized—the Holy Sword had led her here, as if to show off its glorious past.
And indeed—
Even today, not just humans but other races recognized its power. In history, there had been human heroes who used the Holy Sword to surpass the limits of ordinary races.
But no one had imagined—the sword’s legacy was already sky-high!
Back then, when the Human King fought the ancestor, the Holy Sword must have played a huge role.
At the same time, Xia Yi felt a little disheartened.
In the past, the Holy Sword could rival the Dragon King.
But in her hands…
Bzz bzz bzz!
It flashed twice more.
Xia Yi didn’t know if it was trying to comfort her, but the thought that despite the massive gap between her and its previous master, the sword still responded to her summons and acknowledged her as its wielder, made her feel deeply moved.
She had failed many times before—but had always gotten back up.
So Xia Yi wouldn’t lose heart. Now that she knew the Holy Sword’s true power, she resolved to climb to even greater heights.
This was the unyielding Sword Saint of humanity!
“Holy Sword, I’ll work hard and train well. One day I’ll wield your full power, and we’ll fight side by side!”
…
Afterward, Xia Yi wandered around the ancestral temple a few more times.
Unfortunately, unlike the stories, there were no hidden treasures or rare items lying around. This place truly existed only to honor their ancestor.
Aside from the stele’s mythic history, there was nothing particularly surprising.
However, if she had to point something out—Xia Yi noticed something unusual.
Inside the temple, there was… no, two overlapping massive magic arrays.
And at the heart of the formation—was the ancestor’s statue.
Good thing she had restrained the Holy Sword earlier. If it had struck the statue, there would’ve been big trouble.
Xia Yi studied the formations using what she’d learned in magic class to analyze their nature.
“The first array and the second one… they’re from different times. The second was added later.”
She realized the two arrays served different purposes.
The first layer bore ancient Dragon script.
That was magic from the Mythic Age.
Its function was simple: it preserved the temple’s core, preventing erosion, decay, and crystallization around the ancestor’s statue.
She didn’t fully understand the principle.
But the important one was the second array.
It used modern Dragon script—definitely not from the Mythic Age. Likely added by later generations of dragons.
“Ugh… I can’t understand this! It’s too advanced for me!” Xia Yi groaned, clutching her head.
She regretted daydreaming through Gran’s magic lectures.
She couldn’t decipher the modern dragons’ second array at all.
Unknown purpose, unknown range—and even involved complex spatial magic.
The only identifiable trait was that the second array carried a Dragon King’s aura—likely set by a past Dragon King. If anyone tried to enter the temple, it would automatically activate—probably to prevent outsiders from approaching.
Spatial magic was millions of times more complicated than elemental spells. A tiny variable could cause wild, uncontrollable spatial shifts.
Like teleportation spells: if a novice messed up slightly, they might not arrive at their destination—but end up as a puddle of meat instead.
That was way beyond Xia Yi’s capabilities.
“If only Serra were here… She’s stronger than me, and more skilled in magic. She’d surely understand something.”
Xia Yi sighed.
That was all the temple interior had to offer.
Not a complete loss—but far less than she’d hoped.
“So this was the mission Xia Lulu gave me? It doesn’t feel very satisfying.”
She realized—one mystery still remained unsolved.
The Calamity in the earth’s memory, and why the Great Tree Sea was a forbidden zone—still unanswered.
She felt as if she’d only seen the surface. The truth was still shrouded in mist.
“Whatever, let’s find Serra first. Once I tell her everything, maybe she’ll notice something from the magic arrays.”
Xia Yi thought it over. She still needed to find her.
Luckily, the Holy Sword could resonate with the stele and ancestor’s statue—so she could use it to guide her way back to the temple and not get lost in the forest.
“Ancestor, I’ll leave for now. Next time, I’ll try to bring you an offering!”
After saying goodbye, she prepared to leave.
But the moment she stepped out of the temple—
Space suddenly warped. Though on flat ground, it felt like heaven and earth flipped. She lost her sense of direction—up, down, left, and right all vanished.
The surroundings blurred, like a false shell peeling away to reveal the real world underneath.
Time stretched—one second felt like ten minutes.
No idea how long had passed before Xia Yi shook her head, her vision slowly returning to normal, the spatial disorientation fading. Everything seemed to return to order.
A strange feeling welled up inside her. She looked up.
A blood-red sky. A dim sun.
Gray land, covered with countless dragon skeletons, filling the entire valley. Ashes floated in the air, visible to the naked eye—along with curses.
The curses of the dragon race permeated everything—anger, resentment, despair—soaked into every inch of soil.
Even Xia Yi, with royal Silver Dragon blood, felt uncomfortable.
This was no longer the serene, green forest of the Great Tree Sea.
This horrific world was exactly like the scenes she had seen earlier within the forest’s memories.
“Where… am I?”
She turned around.
The ancestral temple was still there, seemingly unmoved.
She stepped back over the threshold into the temple, waited a moment, then exited again—only to find the world unchanged. No more disorientation.
“What happened?” Xia Yi frowned. “Did I anger the ancestor and get punished!? Uwahh!”
The little princess ran to the statue to apologize—but suddenly stopped, struck by a thought, and rushed to examine the magic arrays.
They had changed.
The first layer—the Mythic Age array—remained untouched.
But the second layer—the one added later—had shifted!
The dragon script had changed—it now related to spatial magic.
Though Xia Yi couldn’t decipher it fully, this was a clue—a thread connecting everything.
“This is…”
She froze, a chill running through her.
The Great Tree Sea.
The Forbidden Zone of Life.
The Earth’s Memory.
The Calamity.
The Ancestral Temple.
Royal Bloodline.
The Spatial Array.
The Real World.
She whispered her thoughts aloud, stepping onto the land beyond once more—feeling the mist of the Great Tree Sea grow ever thinner.
Now she understood: the place before her was the true southern frontier.
In the distant past, a Dragon King had built the second magic array atop the ancestral temple—creating a false surface to conceal the true space beneath.
That was the Great Tree Sea.
That’s why it was a forbidden zone—its entire purpose was to hide the truth in illusion and block intruders from reaching it.
Any dragon entering blindly would never return—only die.
The only way into the real space was through the temple—the anchor of the spatial magic.
Likely for this reason, the royal aura was added as a test—only dragons of royal blood could access the truth.
And the Calamity in the earth’s memory—happened here.
Xia Yi realized at last: the “secret realm” wasn’t the Great Tree Sea itself—it was this hidden disaster zone.
“But why would that Dragon King from so long ago do this? And not even leave a historical record? What kind of terrifying calamity occurred here… that it had to be sealed away and turned into a forbidden land…?”
Xia Yi murmured to herself.
In the next instant, a wind stirred through the valley.
The wind carried an unspeakably dreadful presence, spreading outward.
Even its breeze reduced the valley’s dragon bones to dust. Even the dragons’ dense curses were dispersed into nothingness.
This power was far above the Superior Races—absolute might.
Xia Yi stood frozen, and her survival instinct told her to retreat. A thought of fleeing even flashed through her mind.
This feeling—she had experienced it once before.
In the depths of the Golde’s Ocean—
That endless fear returned to her heart.
This was a remnant of the Old World.
A Beast of Legend.
