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"I've caused you all to worry."

Count Thorn stood behind the door, simply stepping out, an act that should have been simple, yet his legs trembled.

Before the door was a bright garden, while behind, lay the dead stillness of the inner sanctum, the prison that had confined him for years.

"You, you shouldn't force yourself."

Herseya knew what Count Thorn had been through; she had witnessed that incident with her own eyes.

That's why the Spring Queen was so heartbroken for Count Thorn.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Count Thorn lifted his hand, grasping the doorframe; he took a deep breath, desperately fighting the fear within his heart.

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing how Count Thorn gasped for breath, Herseya hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"No need."

However, Count Thorn gave her a reassuring smile, "I have already made you wait too long."

"I need to go to Yatun."

With that, Count Thorn mustered his courage, and finally took a step forward: "Li Xue's bones shouldn't remain there, I must, bring him home..."

The blinding light, after many years, once again fell upon Count Thorn's face; he lifted a hand, instinctively blocking a portion of the sunlight.

"How warm."

Count Thorn looked at the subjects in the garden and said, "I've caused you all to worry these years."

'I saw your destiny, young man.'

'My destiny?'

'A man stands there, holding a Cross Sword ablaze with flames.'

That was another Master of Miracles from the Iron Eagle Kingdom, a Female Prophet who could see clearly the destiny and future: 'Your body will lie at his feet, and all of Thorn Fort will be reduced to ash in the flames.'

'I will die?'

Count Thorn couldn't accept such a future, yet what worried him even more were his people: 'What about my subjects, are they alright?!'

'I did not see them in my vision; perhaps they perished in the flames, or perhaps, there's a glimmer of hope.'

'I don't believe in fate!'

'Many don't.'

The Female Prophet said, 'I've lived for 1900 years, capturing countless destinies, and although not all unfolded as I've seen, they generally didn't differ much.'

'However, what I see is only one possibility of the future.'

The Female Prophet: 'Remember, what you see might not be the truth, fate sometimes, likes to play tricks on people.'

At that time, Count Thorn only heard that he would die at the hands of a person with a flaming sword, failing to remember the latter half of the Female Prophet's words, which were far more important.

"Is this what you wanted to tell me, Li Xue?"

Count Thorn had lost his original family, companions, overshadowed by the specter of a sword, fearful each day that the person would come for him, to once again kill his children.

For this, Count Thorn had joined the Iron Eagle Kingdom, hoping to gain the protection of the strong.

But what followed was the prophecy of the Female Prophet; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't escape the foretold end.

Even if he avoided the mysterious person, he couldn't escape another.

"Shaya, Yutong, Little Wood, come to my side."

Count Thorn beckoned gently, signaling the three to step forward; confused, they complied nonetheless.

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"This!"

"This power is!"

"The, the Third Awakening..."

A massive surge of Miracle Power flowed toward the Spring Queen, the Xia Fist Saint, and the Autumn of Desolation, containing not just pure energy, but the crucial essence to transition from the King's Second Awakening into the Legendary Third Awakening.

"Li Xue wasn't a King, but neither was he a Master,"

Count Thorn calmly revealed a shocking truth: "He is a Legend."

"I am not useless," Count Thorn said, "I entered the Third Awakening Realm alongside Li Xue forty years ago."

General Winter was a Legendary Warrior but insisted on joining the battle of the Ancient City as if he were only a Master.

Single-handedly driving the development of a miracle, he assembled all the elements required for the Flower God to reach the Third Awakening.

This was the talent of General Winter, Li Xue Shanxianzhai.

However, General Winter died in the Ancient City, willingly at the hands of Lyon, even though, up to his final moments, when questioned by Lyon, he still maintained 'I will not achieve Second Awakening.'

"Your Majesty you, since you had such power, why did you wait until now..."

The question of the Yadae Fist Saint, like many of the Thorns' subjects, lingered in their minds.

"Because of fear."

That word from Count Thorn's mouth baffled many, but the Spring Queen understood its meaning.

"The more powerful you become, the more you feel the gap."

"Looking at that unbridgeable chasm," Count Thorn: "leads to despair."

But now, Count Thorn had come to a realization.

General Winter had died, but his life had taught Count Thorn one last lesson: 'Even though I have written for myself an inevitable demise, oh Your Majesty, did you see, my final brilliance?'

Even if he would be killed by the People of Yatun, he still lived a life of value.

"Perhaps that person will come for me knowing that I've breached the Third Awakening,"

"Or perhaps someday, I will indeed die by the hand of one who wields a flaming sword."

"But none of that matters anymore."

When a person finds something more important than life itself, he no longer fears anything.

"Don't worry, children."

Count Thorn looked steadfastly at his subjects, just as General Winter had sacrificed for him, until the very end concerned for him, protecting him: "Watch, Li Xue, I will protect them, I will surely protect my children..."

"Your Majesty?"

"They have informed me."

The affairs of the Ancient City, the other six Masters of Miracles of the Iron Eagle Kingdom knew as well, led by the Iron Eagle King, the notification of the meeting of the Seven Kings was conveyed through the Royal Prestige contract.