Heart of Light's headquarters lay in the middle of the Light Realm, not on the ground but in a vast mountain range floating high in the air.
The range stretched for tens of thousands of miles. Wisps of white cloud drifted beneath it, making it seem to stand above the clouds. Divine light soared from peak after peak, and sacred trees and spirit herbs grew everywhere. Giant dragons swept through the mountains, Winged Race soared overhead, and powerful figures strode through the air, streaking like beams of light.
On the land below the mountains stood one grand city after another, prosperous and peaceful.
Aside from the legendary Divine Temple, Heart of Light was arguably the most powerful alliance in the Light Realm. It gathered mighty figures from every race, who lived beneath its headquarters. It could be said that nowhere in the world was safer.
As one of Heart of Light's eighteen leaders, Ionolon held a lofty position. He occupied an entire mountain spanning five hundred miles, with countless palaces and towers and tens of thousands of people in his service.
The Tower of Sacred Light was where Ionolon lived. It stood atop the mountain, a towering spire that pierced the clouds. Divine light surged around it, making it seem like a realm inhabited by divine spirits.
At that moment, in a room at the very top of the Tower of Sacred Light, blood trickled from the corner of Ionolon's mouth. His face was pale, and he stared in shock, unable to speak.
He had tried to send his will into Vasily's mind to read his memories and learn what Bai Yang and the others looked like. But a single word—"Scram!"—had sounded in Vasily's mind, and that wisp of will had been ground to nothing. Even more terrifying, the power