My universe in a bottle

After only nine years in office, he fell seriously ill that night and died laughing.

"I see it! I see it! He is there!"

The news that His Majesty is dead shocked all the wizards in the wizarding academy and the professors who were studying the truth in the tower.

Even many people can't believe this.

"impossible"

"Svaro has only been in charge of the wizarding world for nine years!"

"Life is just the beginning. Not long ago, he was traveling around the world, passing by my wizard tower to communicate, and he and I went to see the modified monster in the cage in the basement. He was so energetic. How could he die in a short time?"

"Impossible! Where did the rumor come from?"

Everyone believes that this is destined to be a legend of a thousand years and an era, rising slowly.

But soon, when they confirmed that the news was true in the crystal ball and issued the announcement, some wizards had to believe it.

Many people expressed emotion.

"It should be the shortcomings of the ancestral demon core, but he has been holding on."

"Svaro wants to be strong in his life, he is a proud man! But he lost to Proeus, so he came up with this method, even if his life is short, he still has to beat him."

"No one in this world is said to be immortal. Only the truth is eternal. I don't think I have done anything wrong."

"I can understand him. A life span of a thousand years is not as good as a glorious era, ruling the world for ten years, using the power of the entire world to fulfill his dreams and open up a great era."

"History will remember his era and lay the foundation for the legendary level. This great wizard will always be recorded in history."

The Abyss Emperor of this generation, Sivarro, was born into the Holy Temple clan and had a noble background. He was also the strongest genius in his clan today.

During his nine-year reign, he went from being a front-line powerhouse to suppressing the entire era in an instant, leading the entire world to bring about a dynasty, improving various wizarding theories, and creating numerous classics.

And the greatest achievement was to use his life to explore the next realm before his death: the prototype of a half-step legend.

The soul can leave the body for a short time and peek into the chaos.

He glimpsed the coordinates in the chaos, the road to ascension, and opened the door for future generations!

Even in later generations, many people are talking about it in the tavern, telling the epic story of this king who failed to challenge Proeus for the first time, but rose to the top the second time.

"As expected of my descendants."

On the crystal wall, an ancient god holds a crystal sword in his hand and opens his eyes in the coffin.

He has always seen this young man from the Holy Church clan, proud, paranoid, pursuing his own dreams, and living in toil.

"It started a half-step legend for the times."

"I should also celebrate and see you off."

Click!

Suddenly a crack appeared in the coffin.

The ancient crystal holy sword flashed with cold light, and in an instant, it cut through the first of the three layers of the crystal wall.

Huge straight cutting marks penetrated the mucus flesh in the crystal wall, and a large amount of transparent and energy-rich juice spurted out, like a huge waterfall in the sky, swaying and soaking the entire abyss.

Click.

The coffin was re-covered.

Tukasi slowly closed her eyes.

"The world mourns."

"Farewell to the wizards of the earth."

“White cloths were hung up in all major colleges.”

"The students have been praying for three days. The divine rain falling from the sky now, which nourishes the growth of all things, can be regarded as a farewell for you."

Twenty-five years of the Abyss Calendar.

Sivaro was buried, and countless bone dragons took off over the imperial city.

Tens of thousands of wizards came from all over the world.

On this day, they took off their gray robes, silver robes, and gold robes that symbolized their status, and uniformly wore solemn black robes to express their condolences.

In the face of death, the strong and the weak are equal.

The imperial mausoleum, in front of a forest.

The sunlight above the head of the abyss faded away its color, and the wind also died down.

Magic carriages stopped at the foot of the mountain, and wizards in black robes walked up holding crutches. Some female wizards even wore veils, covering their silent faces.

There is an endless stream of people climbing the mountain, but there is a silent bustle.

Everything is already ready.

This is a funeral ceremony that attracts the attention of the entire wizarding world and is destined to be grand and dignified.

The old man Cobain was wearing a black robe and looked quietly into the distance. "Funerals are prepared for the living. They need a place to vent their sadness."

Old man Nunes smiled bitterly.

"Yes, yes, these wizards, these nine years have not been short. How diligent has Sivaro been? He hardly lives in the palace, and has been running around all his life, constantly touring the world, communicating with wizards in one city after another. "

"His footprints have traveled to every land, and all the famous professors and scholars have discussed it together."

"Wizards in these times today are saddened not only by the sudden death of an idealist friend with whom they had a pleasant conversation, but also by the sudden death of a great monarch who seemed destined to lead the millennium of wizarding centuries. What is equally saddening is that this life was so short. Let the dreams in your heart become foggy.”

Swaro's sorrow is also the sorrow of the common people.

They came to express their condolences not only to Swaro, but also to express their own sorrow.

This funeral is far more than just the death of a person.

"This life is really not what humans live."

Cobain looked up at the crystal wall in the sky. The sunlight was shining, but it gave people a feeling of sunset.

I still remember the scene when the three old men were happily sitting on the boat and shouting excitedly. They looked at the magnificent and fantastic world and were filled with longing for the wizard academy.

But time flies, and nearly thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The established Chamber of Commerce fell, the world was destroyed, Ragnarok, Wharton died, Dean Silver became the afterglow of the creation gods, what was left for me?

Control a significant stake in the world's most powerful Tears of Liberty Chamber of Commerce?

A highly respected minister, rich and powerful?

They can also experience this outside. For the two old men, it is just a matter of lingering and quietly watching the changes of the times.

They have no talent or strength and can't do anything.

Cobain suddenly remembered the rules of the academy:

[2. When you step here, your friends, relatives, and lovers will grow old with the years. Never try to help them casually, unless you want to return to ordinary life. Your relatives will disappear with the years, and your love and hate will also disappear with the years. Time fades, but truth remains eternal. 】

"Everything fades with time, but the truth is eternal."

They looked up at the sky.

Suddenly I saw a heavy rain falling from the sky.

The black-robed wizards on the mountain were stunned at first, and then they used their witchcraft. A wooden umbrella grew out of their hands, and they continued to hold the funeral quietly in the heavy rain.

Facing the rain, the wizards on the mountain stood upright, and there was still an endless stream of people paying their condolences.

"Don't say I tricked you."

Li Qing glanced at this contemporary emperor who only lived for nine years.

Very strong indeed.

It is truly stronger.

After all, Wharton is a fake. He brings a lot of theoretical knowledge and foundation, but he is not good at research.

This man was the true wise man of the times, and he spent nine years thoroughly digesting all the theoretical knowledge he had brought.

Let the wizarding world completely consolidate all its foundations.

Although he was tempted to dig the grave of Wharton, an old Internet addict, and embark on this short-lived road, this was his choice.

Instead of living a mediocre life as a loser and a lifelong coward, it is better to be a hero for a moment and defeat your lifelong opponent.

Li Qing glanced at the passage in the living room.

In the mist and chaos, not far from the entrance of the metal pipe passage, there is a transparent tombstone with a crystal ball structure that Li Qing deliberately left behind, leaving a row of words:

[Swaro sets foot here and leaves this mark! I wish I could enter it and pave the way for future generations! truth! truth! truth】

The handwriting became increasingly blurry and scrawled.

"Last words, you also stayed here before your death. History will remember you."

Li Qing said calmly, "You have done a good job. You are not the loser who lost to Proeus, but a winner of the times."

I don’t have much to give.

And this heroic monument is placed here, allowing them to leave traces of historical advancement here.

For these kings of the age, pure wizards who pursue the great truth, they have wealth, beauty, and power. What they pursue is just to leave a name in history for them before their eyes.

Even to myself, this is insignificant.

But it is enough to make the heroes of the times in the sand table fly to the flames and give up their lives.

"A heroic hero respects the times, trying to break through the world, leaving the last words and inscriptions of the past generations on the world's passage. This setting is still very touching and enough to inspire them."

This is a pattern set by yourself, and the cycle repeats itself.

Li Qing sat in the bookstore and continued to read, with a leisurely expression: "Keep rushing towards it, wandering at the foot of the mountain, and looking up to the top of the mountain, because the mountain is right there."