A rare magical miracle in the world

"Hey~~~"

Inya shouted at the back of the sweet potato: "Are you coming back for dinner? If not, I, I'm going out to play~~"

Uncle shut himself away for three days, leaving Inya in charge of the sweet potato's daily life. Continue your adventure at empire

But now, the sweet potato had run off.

"Alright."

Inya glanced at the radish in her hand, then crunched down on a bite: "Don't waste, if you don't eat, I will."

"Xiao Bai, do you want some?"

"Can't we roast it?"

"..."

Inya held the radish she had bitten into, a moment of surprise crossing her face, followed quickly by delight: "Xiao Bai, you really are a clever little devil, I've never roasted radishes before!"

Bai Yino: "Shall we try?"

"Let's go for it!"

And so, the two girls burrowed into the broken-down stable, repurposing the shattered wooden shed as firewood.

Soon, billowing black smoke rose, and the barbecue was underway.

In the world of Avalon, or rather, in the castle's open-air barbecue, it wasn't about whether it was good or not, but it was really down-to-earth.

"Those two idiots."

Bailuo stood on the balcony, controlling his power as he walked out of the great hall, Miya quickly followed, draping a coat over his shoulders: "Brother Bailuo, is this?"

"Uncle."

Bailuo said, "He made a breakthrough."

Uncle's breakthrough meant that Yatun welcomed its first master-level combat power.

"Xiao Bai, stop messing around, take Inya to the Avalon Holy Temple."

Through the miracle link, Bailuo conveyed this message to Bai Yino, who promptly got up and grabbed Inya by the arm.

"Hey hey hey, where are we going, radish, my roasted radish."

"Master wants us to go and welcome grandfather."

"Hey!"

Inya was confused: "What's there to welcome about old dad, our radishes will not taste good if they get cold!"

However, it was no use, Bai Yino grasped Inya's hand and ran straight towards the Avalon Holy Temple.

If the Secret Realm was a place that only the Queen of Avalon and Bailuo could enter, then the Holy Temple was the retreat and rigorous practice spot for the Heroic Spirits of Avalon.

The functionality inside wasn't unlocked, but the rooms and buildings were there, ready for use.

"Ha~~~"

In the vast hall of the Holy Temple, with no one around, Uncle took the biggest and best spot for himself.

The old man sat cross-legged there, his eyes closed, his mind immersed.

"Who has awakened me? What era is it now? Who's in charge?"

Behind Uncle, a tall man in a red suit looked down at the seated elder; he was none other than Bloody Emperor Magnus, the remnant soul residing in the Lionheart King's Blood Sword.

However, compared to the other four remnant souls, his presence was clearly a head above them.

After all, in a certain sense, the Lionheart King's Blood Sword was not merely a master-level treasure, but a pinnacle of the master-level, the Sword of the King.

"I sense the Queen's aura, is she free?"

At the Bloodthirsty Emperor's side, a young king exuding a natural aura as if he were holy, floated in mid-air with his arms crossed, "Hmm? Isn't this little Magnus? Are you dead too?"

"You are, the King of the Immortal Realm, Oburlang? You're here too, old man? How come I didn't see you the last few times?"

"I believe this is the first time I've been summoned," said the King of the Immortal Realm, Oburlang, "Judging by your appearance, it seems you're quite experienced with being summoned, how many times has it been?"

"It's the fourth time already!"

The Bloodthirsty Emperor, "Lucky old man, this is the first time I realize, being thoroughly dead has its benefits, no need to be summoned by others."

As he spoke, the Bloodthirsty Emperor lightly tapped his finger, pouring out a cup of wine that looked like fresh blood, and drank it in one gulp, "The previous Masters of Avalon, each dumber than the last! From the Star Realm to the Trial, then to this Treasury, if I fail once again, I'm really going to disappear completely!"

"So you mean you didn't die thoroughly, the one who killed you showed mercy?"

Oburlang inquired, "Who killed you?"

"Interceptors led by Zu Wujing, seven against one, the People of Loss are as shameless as ever."

The Bloodthirsty Emperor crushed the wine cup, clearly dissatisfied with the other side's lack of martial virtue, "Old man, I remember you died by Tesagon's hand, right?"

"Is it embarrassing to die at Tesagon's hands?"

"But you were killed in an instant by her."

"That was Tesagon!"

Oburlang said indignantly, "Little punk, you wouldn't even be able to stand in front of her! At least I made a move!"

"Speaking of which, did Mudelrad avenge me?"

"Hahahaha."

The Bloodthirsty Emperor, "Being dead early, knowing nothing is really blissful, Tesagon was defeated by Glinode, the Nature King was also killed by him."

"What was that idiot Mudelrad thinking, provoking the Hero King for no reason? Could he defeat Glinode?"

The young king held his forehead, "The Eternal Cup wasn't obtained?"

"It was given, but still, they killed the donkey after milling,"

"Heh, a fitting death."

Oburlang, "Even the Eternal Cup was in hand, and yet he wanted more, that idiot Mudelrad."

"By the way, where is this generation's Master of Avalon?"

"Hey, old man."

The Bloodthirsty Emperor looked down at an old uncle sitting with his back to the two, "You're not the owner of this Carnafate Cage, right? Where's the master of this generation, call him out!"

"I hope it's not another silly woman this time."

"Women, not a single competent one."

As the two conversed, the old uncle spoke, "The master here is my daughter, she is very strong, rest assured."

"Swoosh!"

Eyes like the starry sky opened, pitch-black suns, bright red blood moons, similar to Sheila and Hailbo, but evidently deeper and more superior.

"Hmm?"

As the old uncle stood up and slowly faced the two, the Bloodthirsty Emperor Magnus showed no reaction, he was about to speak when he was stopped by the King of the Immortal Realm, Oburlang.

"What are you doing?"

"Stop, don't speak!"

Oburlang's body trembled slightly, and his eyes were firmly fixed on the old uncle, "This, this person, he seems to be..."