Chapter 430 - 31: Shining Bright

Chapter 430: Chapter 31: Shining Bright

Lynch was sprinting toward the seventh Mystical Circuit in the Cultivation Room when he suddenly received a message from Alya.

Is something wrong?

Alya rarely contacted him proactively, and generally, if she did, it was certainly for something particularly important.

So Lynch immediately interrupted his cultivation and arrived at the Church through the Space Node.

However, when he arrived and heard Alya’s report, Lynch was taken aback.

Light Church, hall.

“Resurrection?”

Lynch asked in confusion, “You want me to resurrect a human for you?”

Alya nodded, “Yes, not long ago one of my Light Knights passed away, and I hope you can help bring him back to life.”

On the bench beside Alya lay an old man, eyes slightly closed, his expression peaceful.

Lynch’s gaze fell upon the old man, “Is this the person you want me to save?”

Alya nodded, “Yes.”

Lynch shook his head, “Sorry, I can’t do that.”

His so-called Resurrection Technique was based in the special closed environment of the Underground City, where the soul wouldn’t be damaged. It only required repairing the body and merging the soul back to complete the resurrection.

But for the old man lying on the bench, Lynch could instantly see with the Death God’s Vision that his Life Force was already depleted, and his soul had been taken by the will of the Rules.

This kind of…

Even if he were just a Mystical Wizard, not even a Fifth Rank Truth Wizard could do it.

Lynch said, “He’s dead, the soul has returned to the will of the Rules. You, who study Life Magic, should know what this means. Not just me, even any wizard wouldn’t be able to achieve this.”

Lynch looked curiously at Alya in front of him, as the most powerful among his current apprentices, she should not have been unaware of such fundamental things.

However, after a moment of silence, Alya still asked, “Isn’t there any other way?”

Lynch shook his head, “No.”

Alya’s expression couldn’t help but show some disappointment for a moment, “I see…”

Lynch was surprised.

He had known Alya for several decades now, and from his observations over these decades, she had always treated everything with an indifferent expression. Such a disappointed expression was something Lynch had never seen on her face before.

After a brief silence, Alya suddenly asked, “Teacher, where do people go after death?”

Lynch said, “I don’t know. According to current theories, it might be going to the legendary Abyss, Hell, or Heaven, those planes.”

Alya continued to ask, “Then how can one go to those places?”

Lynch was silent for a moment.

He opened his mouth and asked, “I thought you never cared.”

Alya pondered for a moment and said, “Maybe it’s just a bit unfamiliar to me.”

Lynch said, “Then get used to it as soon as possible.”

His gaze swept over the corpse lying on the bench, “We are wizards. Our life cycle is destined to be much longer than mortals’. The short lifespan of a few decades of mortals is merely a segment in front of us.”

“In our lives, we are destined to experience countless separations of life and death. The people and things we are familiar with are destined to leave us one by one.”

“In this journey towards eternity, the people or things we encounter along the way are merely segments and travelers of our journey. They can’t accompany us for a long time. We must get used to accepting all this.”

“The pursuit of the eternal path is destined to be lonely.”

These are fundamental things; any Transcendent should have long been aware of this. Someone like Alya, who never shows emotions towards anything, ought to have no emotional fluctuations at all.

Did something happen that he was unaware of?

Alya said, “Okay… I… understand…”

…

Day by day passed.

Alya’s emotions did not return to tranquility with the passage of time.

In Hasrant’s decades-long life, he had been guarding her closely.

Those once inconspicuous moments never attracted her attention throughout those decades.

Yet, after Hasrant left, those quiet moments appeared in her mind like frames of time-lapse images.

There was the first meeting with that young man.

“Saintess, I am the Light… Light Knight Hasrant; from now on, it will be my duty to guard you…”

Awkward and nervous, as if seeing the idol of his heart.

During her teachings in the square, confronting the rush of fervent believers, he stably stood at the forefront, preventing anyone from approaching her.

Under the blazing sun, when she was treating the people outside, even as he perspired heavily, he never left her side.

Time flew by, and the young lad of the past turned gray at the temples, growing a beard at the corners of his mouth. The boy from before also stepped into middle age.

In the lively seasons lit by ten thousand families, everyone was at home with their children and relatives, while in the spacious Light Hall, she was alone praying to the Light God, and he remained steadfast by her side.

“Aren’t you going to visit your family? You don’t have to be on duty today,” Alya had asked him like this.

The middle-aged man calmly smiled and said, “You are my family, and the Church is my home.”

Youth, young adult, middle-aged, elderly.

Black hair, white hair, from immature and tender to skin dry and wrinkled.

Through decades, he always stood quietly behind her, silently guarding her.

These were scenes she had never noticed before, yet after Hasrant left, they continuously replayed like slides in Alya’s mind.

Thus, one day passed after another.

Until one particular morning, a long while later, when Alya awoke, she suddenly realized.

“Did I care about that human so much?”

An indescribable emotion surged from her heart, a feeling she had never experienced in her decades-long life before.

Under the influence of this emotion, the corners of Alya’s mouth inexplicably began to tremble slightly and slowly drew up into a slight arc.

A smile appeared on her face.

She, who had never shown any expression, surprisingly showed a smile.

“I…”

“I seem to have liked him a bit…”

Scenes from the past flashed through her mind once again, and Alya finally uncovered the significant secret hidden within her heart.

And then…

“Drip! Drip!”

The crisp sound of droplets echoed, as sunlight streamed through the cross window and fell upon Alya’s face, where it was clearly visible — crystal-clear tears rolling down her cheeks.

In the sunlight, they glistened bright and clear.

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