The Prelate’s wrinkles of thousands of years made up a slight smile. He said respectfully, “I was told you had gone out of this world, so I didn’t expect you to be here now.”

Theresa said, “I had to learn a few things.”

The Prelate sighed and did not ask further. Soon, he finished cooking.

Theresa asked, “I need you to do something.”

The Prelate fell into silence. Before, he would have accepted Theresa’s request without a moment’s hesitation, but he was now a saint and the senior of the Pope.

Theresa looked at the bowl that contained the soup, her hands behind her back and said, “There are only two of you left now. You’re different from the other folks because you are not as radical as them. Fortunately, the thing I want is not dangerous.”

The Prelate looked at her in the eyes, he could no longer refuse.

Theresa took the bowl in the Prelate’s hand and walked out of the building. She then turned to the Prelate and said calmly, “Tell him, relativity.”

After that, she walked back into the building carrying the bowl. The Prelate looked at the back of Theresa, silent and confused - because what she said didn’t make any sense.

There had been many texts created since the moments of human consciousness, but not even the writings from the northern continent explain anything about relativism. Indeed, Theresa had left this world and lived in a foreign one, so it was understandable that she would speak of concepts unknown to him. But the Prelate felt it hard to accept that Theresa would actually give advice like this… and more importantly, he still found it hard to accept that she had actually come back.

It took long before the Prelate recovered from the shock and at some point, the owner of North Weave had arrived. She looked at the Prelate and said, “The Lady didn’t find it necessary to inform you. To let you do this is a sign that she still trusts you.”

The Prelate said, “Thankfully I hadn’t shown any resistance.”

Theresa at this moment couldn’t use any mana, but it does not mean she cannot punish the Prelate.

The owner paused for a second and said, “Just climb the Metopo and meet Ovid. His is the Lady’s child after all.”

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After an unknown amount of time, Ovid woke up.

Looking at the frozen stone surrounding him and the darkness outside the abode, he pulled himself up with great difficulties after a long moment of absent-mindedness. He wondered how long he had been asleep. It might have been very long or very short, but he knew he could not continue to be idle. Hearing the distant sound of footsteps, he dragged his tired body out of the cave.

He vaguely understood that, judging by the disappearance of the sword he had borrowed from Cai Hua, and that he was no longer injured, that he was no longer in danger.

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He still felt extreme pain in his chest, as though that invisible arrow that came down from the sky had left a massive hole behind. Each step he took made him look paler, and the weakest trembling would make him feel the cut that was torn in his heart became larger.

He stretched his trembling harm to an outlying piece of rock and walked to the exit of the cave.

Cai Hua had given him some excellent medicine to treat wounds, both external and internal. However, Ovid could feel that the wounds suffered on his body, aside from the one inflicted to his heart, had all been healed. He was not certain if it was due to the incredible physical body he possessed, or some other reason.

Like that, Ovid slowly and silently left the cave. He noticed Li Zhan. Her hair was messy and her expression was very exhausted with dark circles forming around her eyes. She even looked somewhat haggard.

This confused Ovid, as Li Zhan had long reached immortality, and should no longer be able to feel extreme tiredness as long as she was surrounded by spiritual essence. As Ovid continued to stare at Li Zhan’s expression, he discerns some more things, and asked, worried, “What happened?”

“Cai Hua has gone missing along with Julia,” Li Zhan softly replied.

After that, both Ovid and Li Zhan fell silent.

A white line came from over the horizon, lacking any hostile intent. It passed through the Great Dividing Range quietly and arrived at the peak of the mountain.

Pah!!!

Cai Hua’s sword inserted itself next to Ovid, passing onto a new owner.

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Attached to the sword was a piece of Cai Lun paper.

Li Zhan lifted her brows and used her spiritual essence to read the words written. Her expression immediately became less fatigued, and she left the mountain to recover her wounds.

Ovid took the note from the sword. Glancing at it, he closed his eyes and shook his head.

After a long while, Ovid raised his head to look at the starry stars, thinking that it looked less pleasant to his eyes now.

The note was obviously written by Cai Hua, and it was about the ascension of Cai Hua into godhood during his duel with Julia. As it was natural law that all those that had surpassed immortality and sainthood must leave, Cai Hua naturally, had departed this world and entered into the void beyond.

Thinking about this simple message that Cai Hua had gone far away, Ovid suddenly felt rather emotional.

On the hundreds, if not thousands of miles he had travelled, he and had experienced much. Although they had the official relationship of disciple and mentor, they could be more considered as friends across generations.

“What is beyond this world?”

“An infinite amount of space, with countless lightyears between anything.”

“Won’t it be lonely?”

“There is everything in nothingness.”

Ovid recalled what his mother had first told him when he inquired her about space.

Thinking like that, Ovid no longer felt as depressed and awful.

Ovid flipped the note to the other side and quietly continued reading.

“You were actually able to cultivate sword spirit. This is rather surprising news.”

Upon reading the first sentence on the other page, Ovid realised the importance of his battle with Margrethe. Without the sword spirit, Cai Hua would be unable to deliver the letter across the barriers surrounding this world… or may have even perished against Julia.

“But when I thought about how you learned the sword from my, then for you to cultivate it to such a level is rather understandable.”

The words in Cai Hua’s letter still perfectly displayed his self-confidence, or perhaps his self-love.

Soon after, though, his words became much calmer and indifferent.

“In my life, I have only two attachments, my wives and you. Out of my wives, only Li Zhan is stronger than you. Moreover, she will likely follow in my ascension after, so after us two leaves, if something happens to my other wives, help me take care of it. As for if I regret that I’ve left? After you live several hundred years or several thousand years, experienced every delicacy there is, seen every sight, and fought against countless opponents, perhaps you will understand.”

“Li Zhan and the others also understand that there is nothing I need to tell them. But I still want to explain a few things, tell some things, so I left this note for you.”

“In the end, I realised that I am Cai Hua - there is no need for me to aspire to be anyone else. Moreover, I’ve killed countless people, incurred too much karma without repaying back to this world, perhaps people like me should remain in the first place.”

In the views of the clergy, especially the lower ranks, Cai Hua had fought Julia and then ascended into godhood was an act to follow in the footsteps of Alexander.

While in the views of the saints and immortal, Cai Hua’s ascension was an escape to shrink responsibility for all his karma he had incurred.

But Ovid understood that Cai Hua was neither an altruistic or selfish person. Cai Hua had done this because of him.

As he thought this, the ink suddenly rang out with a dense and terrifying clattering of swords. The symbols moved in every direction under this intent, cutting the handwriting into complete disarray.

Finally, the sword intent ripped the paper itself into countless pieces, scattering it into the cold skies below.