Crimson Flame

Welcome to Eteliria, the Kingdom above the floating clouds.
Let us push open the Gateway, pick up our staffs, and the adventure will begin from here—
Through the hills of clouds and seas, like floating grass, the shallow rivers gleam;
Across the meadows flowing with gold and honey, filled with laughter, beneath Rodell's cottages, a gentle song drifts.
Through Egon's ancient forests, where dark vines grow rampant and whispers linger;
Over ridges and between Chongshan peaks, shadows stir in the Underground World, danger lurks at every turn, and swords reflect light.
The tale of a boy chasing his dreams, above the sky and cloud ridges, the Giant Dragon's Shadow, soaring with outstretched wings.
And after time has been sealed away, the hearth fire still burns bright.

Pillar of Yita

The two continued to walk for a while, and Fang Hong, with a furrowed brow, asked. Grant had given him an answer, but it wasn't satisfying. He was reluctant to delve too deeply into the conflict between the Rain Listener and the Blood Oath Alliance, and what he truly cared about was how his party was going to leave this place.


Fang Hong stopped in front of the giant gate, raised his head, and studied the patterns on it. His gaze was distant, as if he could see beyond the lifeless stone to something more.


After a long while, he turned back and looked towards the forest, saying, "Grant is over there."


Fang Hong followed his gaze, but only saw the intertwined branches in the dark and deep forest, barely illuminated by faint glimmers. However, the moon, like a thin veil, hung down from the night sky, vaguely revealing the outline of an airship atop the distant treetops.


Fang Hong waited for him to look for a moment, then said:


Chapter 159: The Inheritance of Faith and Will