"What are your reasons, Long Qingyi? I don't believe you want to convert to Auranys, right?" The bishop asked as he walked side by side with Qingyi.

Right behind them, Aeryn and Sapphire followed silently.

"What do you mean by that?" Qingyi turned his face. This time, the answer came in the form of a sound transmission.

[Lucien is part of the church, as is the other sister, so they naturally have every reason to be heroes. Aeryn is an elven princess and is here more for political reasons, gathering information, and duty. The same goes for Sapphire.

You, on the other hand, is just a young man of transcendental talent, a foreigner who does not have the gift of light and therefore no reason to embark on this journey.]

'Hm...' Qingyi scratched his chin.

Honestly, he himself didn't have an exact reason.

He just couldn't stay in the Kingdom of Valemont, not for much longer.

He needed a place where he could grow, where he could find challenges and push his limits.

In this world, there were only the Rose Empire and the Illuminated Sky Empire where he could continue to grow, at least ignoring places like the Land of Elves and the Land of Beasts.

'What can I say? That I'm interested in stealing heroines, fucking those fat, virgin pussies, and one day, having my cock between his goddess's tits??' Qingyi thought, quickly pushing this thought out of his head.

He was brave, but not stupid.

"It's not a noble reason." Qingyi finally replied, raising a hand and calling upon his spiritual root of light, his body being surrounded by gold. "I just want to break through my limits."

The bishop stopped in his tracks, feeling the light surrounding Qingyi.

It was neither mana nor divine power, but it was so clear, so pure... How could something like this exist? Was that a reaction from the pendant?

"No..." The bishop shook his head. It came from Qingyi himself.

He swallowed hard and then continued walking. "Is that what the people of the east call a spiritual root?"

"Yes," Qingyi nodded, eliciting a sigh from the bishop.

In his tens of thousands of years of life, he had fought against cultivators only a handful of times, killing only two whose level was equivalent to his.

He really still had a lot to learn about these warriors.

They continued walking for a moment before the bishop suddenly halted his steps.

They had arrived at a large chamber many tens of meters below the cathedral.

Its interior, though darkened, was adorned with white marble, gold, and rare jewels.

But none of that caught anyone's attention there, nothing compared to the man who was kneeling in front of one of the many statues, praying silently.

He was a tall man, and even from behind, Qingyi could see the power of his body.

His shoulders were broad, his black cloak unable to hide his powerful muscles.

His aura was so subtle, so silent, similar to Aeryn's in a way, but different.

Her aura was like a gentle breeze; that figure's was like a caged beast forced to remain silent.

"Your Majesty!" The bishop immediately fell to his knees, and even Aeryn and Sapphire followed suit, with Qingyi being the last to kneel.

That man was the Emperor of the Rose Empire, a being who had reigned for countless generations and was among the five most powerful in all of Immortal Heaven.

Qingyi had heard countless rumors about him, especially about his contacts with the Emperor of the Illuminated Heaven Empire.

Many said that they only did not kill each other because if they did not break their stalemate, the Immortal Heaven itself would break.

Of course, these were just rumors, but Qingyi already knew well that cultivators of the Ancestral Body Realm had enough power to make an entire continent tremble.

He had felt this firsthand once.

"Are you aware that the Sword Saint has returned from the Immortal Graveyard? His clash with the Sword Saint of that distant land ended in a draw, again." The Emperor turned around.

His face was covered by a steel mask, a single, huge darkened scar tearing from his chin to his neck.

With a gentle movement, he signaled for them to stand up.

"Yes, my Emperor. He came to visit me. The news from the west is troubling."

"It is... Does the goddess insist that her heroes deal with this?" The Emperor asked, stopping a single step away from Qingyi, his eyes sweeping over him coldly with a subtle hint of hostility.

They were blue, similar to Sapphire's, but with cruelty instead of her usual playfulness.

Qingyi was already a tall man, and with his improved lineage, he had grown a few more inches, reaching one meter ninety. But even so, he was still a head shorter than the Emperor.

"They are the heroes of this generation, those chosen by fate... The goddess would never send them if she were not certain of their victory." The bishop declared, eliciting a long, cold grunt from the Emperor.

"I just want to fix the problem quickly. The risk is increasing more and more, and soon we will have to intervene personally. When that happens, there will be blood.

You will be on the front line, so you should worry about this more than anyone else." The Emperor whispered, more like a threat than anything else.

The bishop shuddered, but in the end, he could only sigh.

'Goddess... Where are you to guide me out of this situation?' He asked himself.

Soon, he would have to make a trip to the Divine Kingdom.

Ignoring him, the Emperor just kept walking, stopping in front of Sapphire, who had already separated from Aeryn.

"Father..." Sapphire lowered her head. She had never been given permission to call this man that, but she did so anyway.

The Emperor remained impassive.

He moved his hand slightly toward Sapphire's face, but in the end, he simply left, his body disappearing into thin air.

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