“But Junior might die during the Holy War,” Xu Yangyi said in a low voice.

“It’s no bother, I’m going to die soon anyways. Why be scared about the Holy War?” Antonio chuckled, “I promise to save your life. I will take you away from here.” 

Xu Yangyi still didn’t answer at once. “Your Majesty Grand Duke, you’re really doing all this to continue the fate of the Elves? A Sacred Spirit itself is maintaining the woodland. Even if there’s only one left, no one else would dare to act rashly.”

Antonio’s gaze was somewhat distant. “I believe you probably know what a Human Pillar is.”

“Human Pillars serve as the Elves’s origin and source of strength, and harbor incomparably rich and profound things.

“Why does a Sacred Spirit appear? Where does one come from? Each Sacred Spirit has their own legends. Greece’s legends, Northern Europe’s legends, China’s legends… Do the Sacred Spirits exist in the same world as those legends?” His gaze was fiery as he looked out the window and into the sky. “As a cultivator and as part of the oldest living race in the world, you cannot comprehend the idea of inheritance and the self. You are still too young.”

“The inheritance of knowledge originates from within and the secrets of cultivation… These things are simply hard for me to grasp...