A rare magical miracle in the world

"That woman, oh, right, right, it turns out it's her, no wonder she seemed so familiar."

In a different-dimensional space, three traders returned from the Avalon World, a place where they had rested for countless ages.

It was also here that they quietly gazed upon Miracle Mainland, neither entangling themselves nor intervening too much.

"Whom are you talking about?"

"The one with the gun earlier."

The Crying Woman had a scuffle with Sister once, "Even though her appearance has changed, that feeling is unmistakable, I could recognize her even if she turned to ashes, it's definitely her."

"You actually remember! Pffhahaha!"

Smiling Face, as neurotic as ever, laughed, "Do I know her? Do I recognize her? Is she an acquaintance of mine?"

"What's your relationship with her," Wrath asked disdainfully, "When she was riding high, you were still playing with mud for Tirion."

"Hahaha, mud, pffhaha, that's hilarious."

Smiling Face was quite happy with himself, completely ignoring the contempt from Wrath, not showing the slightest bit of discomfort.

"What's the use of being powerful in the past," lamented the Crying Woman, "if you end up forgotten by everyone. No one recognizes me now, wuwuwu, it's so pitiful, so very pitiful."

"You haven't said who that woman is yet."

Angry about Smiling Face changing the subject, Crying Woman hurriedly said, "It's her, that very woman who loves to lie, that supreme fraudster."

"..."

Wrath immediately realized who the Crying Woman was talking about, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have noticed. To think she's such a bigshot!"

"One above, one below," Wrath said, somewhat surprised, "It's terrifying, oh Great King, to be able to subjugate such a monster."

"Subjugate! Pffhahaha!"

While Smiling Face continued to laugh, Wrath sat on a floating rock, and on the other side, Crying Woman closed her eyes, starting to sleep. Discover more stories at My Virtual Library Empire

This mundane life had been going on for three million years.

The trio didn't know how much longer they would have to endure this torment, but as cursed sinners, this was perhaps their retribution.

"What's wrong, Oblang?"

At this moment, inside Avalon Castle, several figures were gathered together, engaged in a discussion.

They felt it, that strange power that could solidify all things.

"Hey, do you have to be like that? You're not unfamiliar with powerhouses of that level."

Emperor Magnus the Bloodthirsty mocked Oblang, who was trembling, "What's up with you shaking like that, what's going on?!"

"It can't be wrong, absolutely not!"

Immortal King Oblang lowered his head, and although his spiritual body shouldn't be sweating, he was now drenched with sweat, "That presence, though fleeting, she was definitely there just now!"

Oblang would never forget that figure who, during the Epic of Elebergen, faced the onslaught of over four hundred mighty heroes and yet remained high and above, looking down on everything.

'You're here to subdue me?'

'If this is some sort of entertainment, I must commend you for doing a good job.'

A woman languidly sat on a giant throne, resting her head on her hand, interestedly sizing up the strong ones who had reached her presence.

"Just in a blink, my life came to an end."

To date, Oblang couldn't recall what she had done, only the overwhelming strength and the insurmountable gap in power.

"You must be kidding,"

Magnus looked in shock at Oblang, who was floating beside him. Besides him were the Great Divine Dragon King, Azaren, and several other Heroic Spirit's Remnant Souls newly housed in treasures.

Several among them were contemporaries of Oblang's era.

"I felt it too,"

The Heroic Spirit with a face full of bristling beard, resembling the Dwarf Ancestor, said, "I never imagined she'd still be alive, it's truly unbelievable."

"Who are you talking about?"

Azaren was much younger than the three present.

The white-bearded dwarf was the original Dwarf Ancestor 'Ruen Sebal', and his rank was high, having been called one of the seven heroes along with Nature King Mudelrad.

Next was Immortal King Oblang, a bit younger, but from the same era as Sebal.

He took part in the war of subjugation and was a member of the 'Eternal Vessel' myth.

Magnus was much younger; during Oblang's rise to fame, he was still an apprentice in the Nature King's royal city, an insignificant small character.

As for Azaren, she was really far behind.

To put it crudely, those three at least belonged to the Tang Dynasty, while Azaren was from the Ming Dynasty.

The difference was not just generational, but separated by countless generations.

"I too would like to know who you are talking about."

"That voice!!"

The gathered Heroic Spirits quickly turned around to see a new figure emerging among them, none other than the Queen of Avalon, Isefia.

"Your Majesty?"

"You've arrived!"

"In the third stage, you can already enter our will space at will?"

"Tell me what you know."

Sister had wanted to ask before, but the Heroic Spirits' Remnant Souls had been in slumber since the first battle.

Now was different, as Sister had awakened the third stage of miracles, allowing her to actively enter this realm and inquire about the secrets and identities of the Avalon World.

"It's an honor that you're interested in our stories, but our memories are not complete and might not answer all your questions," Oblang said, "However, anything we do know, we shall share with you without reservation, great Queen Your Majesty."

"Let's start with who that woman you mentioned is."

Sister was also eager to know, as during their first confrontation, she had clearly sensed that the other's strength was above her own.