Where had Beaumont gone?
No one knew. The only person in the world who knew of Beaumont's existence as a Deity was the Grand Wizard.
South of the Far East Prairie lay what had once been the southern Rhine Empire, now the southern provinces of the Xunzhen Republic Empire.
On maps of the Yulan Continent, this land was marked as the "Blazing Sun Desert."
Deep within the desert lay several oasis lakes. Their waters connected to underground rivers, and in the desert, they meant life.
Beneath one lake lay a natural cavern.
The cavern was small, its entrance so narrow that only one person could pass through sideways. After extending downward for a dozen or so meters, it suddenly opened up.
The cavern walls were damp, with several patches of gray-white lichen that needed no light.
A black platform stood in the very center of the cavern. There was no telling how many years it had stood there.
Its surface was densely engraved with magical markings, patterns so complex that even the Yulan Continent's foremost magic array masters could study them all day and only shake their heads.
A warblade was embedded in the center of the platform.
The warblade was pitch-black, with a faint aura of death curling around its blade.
The pressure of the laws emanating from it told anyone who approached in unmistakable terms-a Highgod Artifact.
A man stood beside the black platform. Bald, tall, and dressed in black robes, he had muscular arms bulging from his sleeves and several old scars faintly visible on his neck. He was none other than Beaumont, who had disappeared long ago.
Standing before the platform, he looked down at the Highgod Artifact warblade with an amused smile.
The Grand Wizard was dead. He had sensed it.
The divine power fluctuations