A rare magical miracle in the world

The fire was burning, the ground covered in blood.

The Miracle Citizens were slaughtered to the last, even the mighty Miracle Entity fell guarding its master.

In such a situation, even the esteemed Master of Miracles was weakened to the extreme.

'Flower God, Flower God are you still there...'

The young man leaned against a withered ancient tree, pressing on his left arm, but where there should have been flesh and blood, there was only an empty, tattered sleeve.

'Damn it!!'

The severe pain in his body was bearable, but the guilt in his soul almost drove the young man to despair.

Miracle Creatures do not die, as long as he lived, she would be revived.

But the others, the other citizens.

They could not come back.

'Why?'

'Why attack us!'

The young man questioned thus, 'Who exactly are you, who are you people?!'

In front of the young man stood a figure in a pitch-black hooded cloak, face and body completely hidden in the unknown.

In that person's hand, a sword as profound as the night yet glimmering with countless stars, as if containing a universe within its two-handed span, exerted an unimaginable pressure on the young man.

It was this object, it was it, that had killed his Flower God.

'Haven't you realized the gap between you and me?'

The young man's gaze remained sharp, he was very afraid, but as a king, he could not cower.

Even if he were to be struck down right there, he would never kneel and beg.

'Want to know why it could kill your Miracle?'

The other party placed the sword horizontally in front: 'Being the Master of Miracles, you surely won't be unfamiliar with the name of this sword.'

'It is called Dawn and Dusk.'

It's not a faction name, but its own, it is called Dawn and Dusk, the faction is named after it.

'Dawn, Dusk.'

The young man realized a possibility, his face turned deathly pale: 'It is, it is the most...'

Even if the young man spent his entire life, even if he developed his Miracle to the extreme, reached the pinnacle, it would still be impossible to contend with it, let alone take revenge.

'I will come for you again.'

The figure disappeared, just as mysteriously as he had attacked him, and vanished without a trace: 'Next time we meet, I hope you will have become stronger.'

'Don't be like today,' the voice echoed in the young man's ears, but it brought him tremendous fear: 'And only seek out a bunch of useless ones.'

'They, are not useless!'

Count Thorn stood behind a massive metal gate, with a stunning beauty by his side, the Miracle Entity in human form, 'Flower God'.

However, her true name as a Miracle Creature wasn't 'Flower God', and had nothing to do with flowers.

[Cover of the Original Bedding]

Category: Miracle Creature

Level: Lower Tier

Faction: Rule of Ultimate Selection

The Cover of the Original Bedding, that is the true name of Flower God, and the beginning of her Miracle Power.

Because Count Thorn thought 'Bedding' referred to plants, vegetation, she took on the appearance of the Flower God.

But in fact, the sky, the ocean, the land, they are all the Cover of the Original Bedding.

A Miracle capable of enveloping everything, covering everything, that is the essence, the true form of Flower God.

'Xiu, are you really going out?'

Flower God and Count Thorn's relationship was more like that of mother and son, siblings, she always cared for him like an elder sister.

The two depended on each other, cherishing one another.

The only regret was that as a Miracle Creature, Flower God could not bear offspring for Count Thorn, although they always tried, it was to no avail.

'They.'

Count Thorn asked, 'Have they arrived?'

'I've sent the word,' Flower God said, 'They're waiting outside.'

'Open the doors.'

Count Thorn's voice trembled, the shadow of that person, the despair that sword had brought him, tortured him like a nightmare every moment of the years that had passed.

No matter how well he developed his territory, no matter how many citizens he cultivated, they would all leave him one by one.
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'Is anyone still alive?'

Seriously injured, the young man paid no mind to his wounds; instead, he frantically searched among the corpses for survivors, shouting loudly, pleading with all his might: 'Is there anyone still alive?'

'Cough cough.'

The coughing was faint, but to the young man, it was like a lifeline.

'Shaya! Shaya, you're still alive!'

It was a girl of only 6 years old, her name was Shaya, an orphan he had rescued from slavers.

'Thank goodness.'

The girl was not his Child of Miracle, but the young man held her tightly in his embrace: 'Thank goodness...'

'You'll be okay, you have to be okay!'

Blood spilled everywhere, but the young man didn't care, he ran through the woods with the girl in his arms: 'I'm going to take you to a doctor right now, hang in there, you must hang in there!'

Flower God fell, and although the young man still possessed great power, he had no healing abilities, he could only hope for the help of mortals.

'Boom—'

The door opened slowly, and a woman dressed in a gown woven with hundreds of flowers, with a look of joy on her face.

'Your Majesty.'

Her name was Herseya, the Spring Queen, one of the four pillars of Count Thorn's domain.

After ten years, seeing her master once again, Herseya cried tears of joy: 'You've finally, finally...'

'Your Majesty...'

Behind Herseya stood a young man wearing a white coat, his black hair combed into a very long herringbone braid, beneath his bangs, a pair of dark eyes brimming with tears, excitedly gazing at his long-lost master.

'This time, can we succeed?'

The woman held a book, her demeanor quiet and gentle, yet praying inwardly for Count Thorn's success.

The Spring Queen, Yadae Fist Saint, and Autumn of Desolation, three of Count Thorn's pillars, gathered here, with only General Winter absent.