Several tens of minutes later.
The Nanling Mountain Range outside Bo City.
The sky suddenly changed color, and space shattered.
The Nether Abyss spat out Jiang Yuan and the other two.
As soon as he landed, Mo Fan started to clamor.
"Old Jiang, tell me the truth, when did you get involved with the Ancient King? You can even borrow the Ancient King's power; did you trade your soul to him?"
"Actually, I am the Ancient King," Jiang Yuan confessed.
Mo Fan rolled his eyes and said, "If you're the Ancient King, then I'm the Emperor of Sahara. The Ancient King was a figure from thousands of years ago; how old are you, Old Jiang?"
"I'm telling the truth, why don't you believe me?" Jiang Yuan shrugged.
"Fine, if you don't want to say, then don't. I won't ask anymore." Mo Fan turned his head, scanning his surroundings, and asked curiously, "Where are we? Is this still Greece?"
"This is the Nanling Mountain Range near Bo City," Jiang Yuan said.
"What the hell?!"
Mo Fan's eyes widened: "How long has it been, and we've already gone from Athens to Bo City?"
"I need to leave for a while," Jiang Yuan suddenly said.
"?" A question mark appeared above Mo Fan's head: "Where are you going? Really, tell me the truth, did you trade your soul to the Ancient King to save Xinxia? Am I right? If it's true, I'll do everything I can to help you get your soul back!"
By the end of his words, Mo Fan's expression had become very serious.
In his opinion, it was impossible for Jiang Yuan to receive the Ancient King's help without reason; that was power capable of destroying the Pathenon Temple.
During the National Government Competition, he learned many Western stories, legends of many people trading their souls for extraordinary power, but the price for such a thing was immense, leading to complete engulfment by darkness!
Mo Fan suspected that Jiang Yuan had made a soul trade.
Jiang Yuan shook his head and said, "My soul is within me, and it will always be within me. I would never do something like trade my soul for power. Don't worry."
"Then what's the deal with the Ancient King?" Mo Fan frowned.
"Hmm."
Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment, about to concoct a reason about being appreciated by the Ancient King.
But then he heard Mo Fan say, "If it's inconvenient for you to say, then I won't ask. But promise me, if there's anything you can't solve on your own, you must tell us."
"Okay."
Jiang Yuan nodded.
He did wish Mo Fan could help him, but Mo Fan's strength was still far from the future Archmage realm, not even a Super-Order Mage.
The things he was about to do required at least Monarch-level strength to participate; Mo Fan's strength was still not strong enough.
"Sigh, speaking of which, the Ancient King was really cool. How did that old saying go? A great man… what was it?" Mo Fan scratched his head, unable to recall the phrase due to his poor language skills.
"A great man should be like this," Xinxia on the side reminded him.
"Right, right, right, it's 'A great man should be like this'!" Mo Fan nodded repeatedly, praising, "Xinxia is still smart; my brain just can't remember."
"Your illiteracy isn't a one or two-time thing," Jiang Yuan retorted, then said, "Let's leave Nanling first and return to Bo City."
Mo Fan and Xinxia nodded.
The three briefly surveyed the surrounding terrain and walked towards Bo City.
Along the way, Xinxia looked preoccupied.
Mo Fan, for once, was also silent, walking with his head down.
The events at Parthenon had too great an impact on them.
For them, especially for Xinxia, her own background was the most impactful.
They had considered many possibilities.
But they never thought Ye Chang would be Salang.
Nor did they expect that Wen Tai, the famous Saint Son of the West, would be Xinxia's father.
The events were too bizarre.
"Xinxia, is there anything you want to ask me?" Jiang Yuan broke the silence, asking.
Xinxia stopped and said, "Brother Jiang Yuan, you should know what plans those people have for me, right? Can the divine soul within me be removed?"
Xinxia had always been very intelligent and strong.
One should know that she was even willing to wear the Papal Ring in the end, willingly entering the situation to make the Black Vatican completely disappear from the world through her.
This showed that she was not just a pretty vase but a girl with her own thoughts.
"Hmm, it's not a very difficult thing," Jiang Yuan thought for a moment and said, "The reason you couldn't stand before was because you had a Parthenon divine soul within you. It was the divine soul oppressing your soul, causing your body to be unable to function like a normal person."
"Now that your power is slowly growing stronger, the divine soul's oppression on you is also slowly weakening, so whether it's removed or not doesn't have much impact. Of course, it's best not to remove it, because if you gain the Parthenon divine soul's recognition, no one will be able to take the divine soul from you. You will also gain the most powerful divine art, the Resurrection divine art."
"Can the Resurrection divine art truly revive people?" Xinxia asked.
"Yes, as long as the body remains intact, it can be revived," Jiang Yuan nodded.
"Then Xinxia, quickly gain the divine soul's recognition! The Resurrection divine art can earn a lot, lot of money!" Mo Fan's eyes lit up, his mind immediately coming up with many ways to make money with the Resurrection divine art.
He couldn't help it; he was truly too poor, too short on money.
"The Resurrection divine art cannot be used lightly; don't even think about making money with it," Jiang Yuan shook his head.
He continued to say to Xinxia, "Actually, besides Yi Zhisha, there are two other people who also have schemes involving you."
"Still more?" Mo Fan's head started to ache: "Who did Xinxia offend to have so many people plotting against her?!"
"You don't need to worry about that; I've already dealt with it," Jiang Yuan said.
"That's good, that's good. Old Jiang, you're reliable," Mo Fan sighed in relief.
As the three chatted, they had already crossed the Nanling Mountain Range and arrived at the foot of Baoya Mountain. After crossing this mountain, they would be able to see Bo City.
"Oh, by the way, Xinxia, what does a Light Element Star Dust look like?" Jiang Yuan remembered the magic system he had awakened; he hadn't had time to ask Nan Rongni before, but asking Xinxia was just as good.
"A Light Element Star Dust is white-gold," Xinxia said.
"Brother Jiang Yuan, do you want to awaken the Light Element system?"
Jiang Yuan shook his head: "It's not that I want to awaken the Light Element system; it's that I awakened a magic system, and its Star Dust has been constantly emitting a holy light, illuminating more than half of my spiritual space. I don't know if it's the Light Element system, so I'm asking you."
"Constantly emitting a holy light and illuminating more than half of the spiritual space… it doesn't seem to be the Light Element system, and other magic systems aren't like that either. Brother Jiang Yuan, do you want to try the novice magic of this magic system?" Xinxia said.
If it wasn't the Light Element system, that was very perplexing.
"Then I'll try," Jiang Yuan nodded.
For the current Jiang Yuan, even with a newly awakened magic system, he could immediately use its novice magic.
Light shone in Jiang Yuan's palm.
Xinxia examined it carefully.
It was very similar to the Light Element Light, but clearly not the Light Element Light.