From Secret Clan to the Divine Dynasty

“Bast.”

“Is this a fairy tale world?”

In the painting, the sunshine in the fairy tale world was like liquid gold, pouring down from the azure, boundless sky, gently and brilliantly shining on every inch of land.

A few white clouds, as pure as cotton, wandered leisurely in the sky. Their shapes varied, resembling a flock of sheep strolling through the heavens or the peculiar sailboats in children’s dreams.

On the endless grassland, flowers of various colors dotted the landscape: red like fire, yellow like gold, blue like the sea, and purple like lilacs, all blooming competitively and emitting waves of fragrance that were heartwarmingly pleasant.

Karno took a deep breath.

The scent of the flowers was very real.

This place was like a real world.

In the distance of this fairy tale world, one could see a majestic castle: it was spectacular, with its towers piercing the clouds, its walls sparkling with golden brilliance in the sunlight, and surrounded by a vast Magic Forest, with tall and straight trees and dense foliage. The sunlight, streaming through the treetops, sprinkled mottled light and shadow.

“Are we going to that castle?”

Karno fell into thought.

“Forbidden rare artifact number 1001, Pirot Jules’ fairy tale scroll, can trap the defeated within it, and the time inside is completely stopped… Although it doesn’t have much offensive power to speak of, it indeed makes the perfect prison.”

His silver-gray hair fell softly over his shoulders, occasionally a few strands rebelliously brushed across his pale cheeks, adding a touch of rebelliousness and transcendence to his aura.

What was most eye-catching was Karno’s body, which had lost an arm.

Despite this, he did not appear incomplete; instead, he integrated this imperfection into his personal style with a grace that was beyond that of ordinary people.

He wore a delicate mechanical arm, its silver shell complementing the silver of his hair, with complex runes carved onto the mechanical arm.

Karno had a fair complexion, with delicate features as if carved by an artist, his eyes deep and bright, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky, revealing a maturity and insight beyond his years.

“Regardless, for now, Bast, let’s go to that cottage over there first and see if we can find a way to leave this place.”

Then, Karno smiled and squinted his eyes as he looked toward the figure not far away.

In a shaded corner not far away, a figure was curled up: once illustrious, now a completely different elderly man.

He was in the form of a soul body, and his soul, like an ancient mirror finely sanded by the sands of time, still retained the glory of the past, yet was covered in cracks.

Those eyes that once flashed with the light of wisdom, now completely lost their luster, his face etched with the marks of years, his soul harboring an indescribable loss, like a torn ancient tome, no longer able to piece together complete memories and emotions.

“Who am I? Bast? Who are you talking about when you say ‘Bast’? And who are you?”

The old man in soul form seemed to be enshrouded in an invisible fog, unable to comprehend Karno’s words at all, looking at Karno with confusion and bewilderment.

“You once said that you are Bast. What is our relation?”

Smiling, Karno walked over and calmly said, “We are friends.”

“Friends?”

Bast seemed unable to understand, fell silent for a while, and then continued to ask, “I am Bast? Who are you? Why are we here?”

“I am Karno Fischer…”

“Fischer!”

Before Karno could finish, the soul form of Bast suddenly widened his eyes and trembled reflexively, as if he was too excited to control himself.

“Fischer, Fischer, what exactly is Fischer… Ahhhhhh!”

He couldn’t help but roar, his broken memories unable to recall what Fischer meant, but the mere name filled Bast with excitement and pain.

So Karno chose not to continue and remained silent instead.

After more than a decade, his reaction was still so intense. Karno had only heard about the past events from others, but upon careful reflection, it indeed seemed like a situation one could never forget, even in death.

Karno watched the scene calmly, and after a long while, when Bast had gradually calmed down, he finally spoke:

“We are trapped. The millennial ruler of the Terrara Church State, the legendary ‘Child of the Sun God,’ ‘Saint of Sun,’ has captured us here.”

“Come on, Bast, we must escape from here together.”

Bast’s fragmented soul curled up, and after a long silence, it suddenly asked, “We are friends, right?”

“Yep, of course we are.”

Karno smiled and nodded earnestly. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

“Good, I’ll listen to you…”

The two quickly arrived at a nearby wooden hut, however, after entering, Karno found nothing and shook his head as he walked out.

“It seems we must go to that castle after all…”

He suddenly froze.

For, unbeknownst to him, a dreadful man had already appeared outside the wooden hut, waiting for him, and Bast’s soul was so terrified by his presence that it couldn’t move!

Amidst the soft and solemn light, stood a young male figure.

He was surrounded by an indescribable aura of sanctity, as if he were a Saint Heir stepped right out of ancient legends, embodying purity and loftiness untainted by dust.

The young man was dressed in a white, unblemished robe, the fabric seeming to reflect every shred of light around him, making him exceptionally dazzling, like the warm and gentle glow of the dawn.

Karno was stunned, realizing who the person was.

Indeed, it was this man who had captured him and Bast.

For over a decade he had been on guard against this man, but never had he thought that the other would come directly from the Terrara Church State in the south, alone to Lorne, completely disregarding the potential for a national level of huge conflict.

Why?

Why had he made such a desperate move into Lorne, willing to risk his life just to capture him?

Karno fell into deep thought, feeling there must be a significant reason behind it.

Most striking of all was the delicate and refined sun pattern on his face, which was not a design painted later in life, but as if it had been etched into his skin from birth, fused with his life.

The sun pattern shone with a golden hue, subtly flashing with each breath and change of expression, slowly circulating and releasing a gentle yet powerful energy that commanded awe.

“The Sun… the Saint of Sun? Child of the Sun God!”

Karno soon relaxed, and then he had no more panic or vigilance, for in the face of Heavenly Enlightenment, those were meaningless.

He even smiled.

“To see such a legendary figure with my own eyes is truly an honor!”

The Child of the Sun God spoke.

“Karno of the Fischer family…”

“You are guilty.”

His every action emanated an otherworldly grace and composure, and even the most ordinary movement held cosmic wisdom.

Karno could even sense an unprecedented calm and harmony about him.

“You say, I am guilty?”

He smiled and bowed deeply, his tone filled with a sense of grievance as he said:

“Oh my, esteemed Child of the Sun God, your position as the Saint of Sun is revered, but you couldn’t possibly pass judgment arbitrarily, could you? You found me without a word, knocked me unconscious, and threw me here—what is this all about?”

“Because, you are guilty.”

The Child of the Sun God still answered him with a voice full of ethereal transcendence. Karno shook his head, about to laugh and continue his rebuttal, when suddenly he felt the temperature of the sun in the sky rise, the sunlight flooding the earth, becoming incredibly dazzling!

“Fischer family, you believe in and serve the master who brings the end of the world; for your own selfish reasons, you do not hesitate to drive the souls of all things toward despair and destruction.”

“Your great sins cannot be cleansed even in ten thousand generations, and they must be thoroughly ended by my hand!”

“I shall…”

“Rescue the world that is on the brink of dawn!”