The End of Magic

"What an unimaginable meeting. I thought our first encounter would be in the Celestial Realm."

Ryan turned back and slightly raised his head, looking at the incomparably shadowy figure within the golden light beside him. His eyes seemed able to see through everything, glimpsing the golden mask concealed by the blinding radiance.

"You know me?"

A voice like a song of startled doubt suddenly echoed out, its emotions seeming to reach straight into the depths of the soul, openly conveying themselves to Ryan.

Ryan chuckled. He had no intention of speaking in riddles and directly stated the other party's name:

"Celestial Wandering God, Bard."

Looking through the veil of light at Bard's makeup, which resembled that of a theater clown, Ryan could not help but sigh.

"Compared with Aurelion Sol, your power may differ somewhat, but you made your choice far earlier than it did."

The Celestial Wandering God, Bard, was a primordial celestial spirit of the Celestial Realm and possessed incomparably formidable strength.

By Ryan's standards, Bard was worthy of being called a true god.

Yet Ryan felt no concern at all. Compared to the currently undecided Aurelion Sol, Bard had always possessed his own stance.

Since ancient times, Bard could already be considered a lifeform of Runeterra.

His current body had been forged by him in Ionia over thousands of years.

He had descended upon Runeterra at roughly the same time as Soraka.

However, unlike Soraka, who had descended directly in her true body, Bard had created a body of his own and possessed it himself.

After countless ages, having absorbed endless prayers and hopes, combined with the immense strength of his original form, Bard had attained his current power.

"Aurelion Sol is the father god of the Celestial Realm. The Celestial Realm exists because of it."

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