my universe in a bottle

He had only been in office for nine years, and died of a critical illness that night, laughing.

"I see it! I see it! There he is!"

His Majesty is dead. This news shocked the hearts of all the wizards in the wizarding academy, the professors who were studying the truth in the tower.

Many people can't even believe it.

"impossible"

"Swallow, you've only ruled the wizarding world for nine years!"

"Life is just the beginning. A while ago, I was traveling around the world. I passed by my wizard tower to communicate. Come with me to see the transformed Warcraft in the cage in the basement. I saw that he was full of energy. How could he die in a short while?"

"Impossible! Where did the rumor come from?"

Everyone thinks that this is destined to be a millennium century, a legend of an era, rising slowly.

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

Many people expressed emotion.

"It should be the drawback of the ancestor magic core, but he has been holding on."

"Swallow will be strong in his life, he is a proud man! But he lost to Prouss, so he came up with this way, even if his life is short, he must beat him."

"No one in this world claims to be immortal. Only truth is eternal. I don't think I did anything wrong."

"I can understand him. A life span of a thousand years is not as good as an era of glory. He has ruled the world for ten years and used the power of the whole world to fulfill his dreams and usher in a great era."

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

This generation of Abyss Great Emperor Swaro was born in the temple clan, with a noble background, and he is also the strongest genius of his generation.

During his nine years in power, he instantly suppressed the entire era from a front-line powerhouse, led the entire world to drag the dynasty, improved various wizard theories, and created numerous classics.

And the biggest achievement is to use his life to explore the next realm before his death: the embryonic form of a half-step legend.

The soul can be separated from the body for a short time, peeping into the chaos.

He peeked into the coordinates in the chaos, the road to ascension, and opened the threshold for future generations!

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

"As expected of my descendants."

On the crystal wall, an ancient god, with a crystal holy sword in his hand, opened his eyes in the coffin.

He has always seen this young man from the Templar family, proud, paranoid, pursuing his own dreams, and living a life of hard work.

"Opened a half-step legend for the era."

"I should also congratulate you and see you off."

Click!

A crack suddenly protruded from the coffin.

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

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

Click.

The coffin was covered again.

Tukashi slowly closed his eyes.

"The world screams."

"The wizards of the land see off."

"The colleges and universities have hung white cloths."

"Students even prayed for three days. The holy rain that is falling from the sky right now nourishes all things and grows. It can be regarded as seeing you off."

Abyss calendar 25 years.

Swaro 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 the gray robes, silver robes, and gold robes that symbolized their status, and came to express their condolences uniformly in solemn black robes.

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

The imperial mausoleum, in front of a forest.

The sun on the top of the abyss fades, and the wind also subsides.

Magical carriages stopped at the foot of the mountain, and a wizard in a black robe came walking with a cane. 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 hustle and bustle.

Everything has already been prepared.

This is a funeral that the entire wizarding world is watching, and it is destined to be solemn and dignified.

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

Elder Nunes smiled wryly,
"Yes, yes, these wizards, these nine years have not been short, how diligent is Swallow? He hardly lives in the palace, and has been traveling all his life, constantly patrolling the world, and communicating with wizards in cities. "

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

"Today's wizards in these times, what is sad in their hearts is not only an idealist friend who talked happily, but a great monarch who seemed destined to lead the millennium wizarding century suddenly died suddenly. What is also sad is that this life is so short. Let the dreams in your heart be covered with gray fog."

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

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

What this funeral entrusts is far from the death of a person.

"This day is really not for people."

Cobain looked up at the crystal wall in the sky, the sun was shining, but it gave off a feeling of dusk.

I still remember the scene when the three old men sat on the boat and yelled excitedly, looking at the magnificent and fantasy world, full of longing for the Wizarding Academy.

But time flies, and nearly 30 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The established Chamber of Commerce fell, the world was destroyed, Ragnarok, Wharton died, and Dean Silf became the afterglow of the creation gods, what was left of him?
Grasp an important stake in the most powerful Tears of Liberty Chamber of Commerce in the world?

An extremely human minister, rich and powerful?
They can also experience these things outside. For the two old men, they are lingering on their last days, quietly watching the changes of the times.

Without talent and strength, they can do nothing.

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 at will, unless you want to return to the ordinary. Relatives will disappear with the years, and your love and hatred will fade away. Time fades, only truth lasts forever. 】

"Everything fades with time, only truth lasts forever."

They look up to the sky.

Suddenly, I saw a heavy rain falling from the sky.

The black-robed wizards on the mountain were stunned for a while, and then they performed their witchcraft. A wooden umbrella grew out of their hands, and they continued to hold the funeral quietly in the rainstorm.

Facing the rain, the wizards on the mountain stood up straight, and there was still an endless stream of condolences.

"Don't say I cheated on you."

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

Really strong.

It is truly strong.

After all, Wharton is a fake, bringing a lot of theoretical knowledge and background, but he is not good at research.

This one is the real wise man of the times, who spent nine years completely digesting all the theoretical knowledge brought in by him.

Let the wizarding world thoroughly consolidate all foundations.

Although I have tempted him to dig the grave of Wharton, an old Internet addict, and embark on this short-lived road, but this is his choice.

Rather than being a loser, living a mediocre life, and being a coward for a lifetime, it is better to be a hero for a moment and defeat your opponent for a lifetime.

Li Qing glanced at the passage in the living room.

In the fog and chaos, not far from the entrance of the metal pipe passage, there is a crystal ball structure transparent tombstone deliberately left by Li Qing, leaving a row of words:
[Swallow set foot here, leave this mark!I wish I could enter it and open the way for future generations!truth!truth!truth】

The handwriting became more and more blurred and scribbled.

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

Li Qing said lightly, "You have done a good job. You are not a loser who lost to Prouss back then, but a winner of the era."

I can't give much.

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

For the kings of these times, for pure wizards who pursue great truths, wealth, beauty, and power have everything they want, and what they pursue is to leave a name on their history before their eyes.

Even for myself, this is insignificant at all.

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

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

This is the law set by oneself, and the cycle repeats.

Li Qing sat in the bookstore and continued to read, with a leisurely expression: "Go ahead, wander at the foot of the mountain, look up at the top of the mountain, because the mountain is there."