My Salvation Game Became true?!.
Chapter 607 - 387: This Has Become Mythical? ×N!_2

Chapter 607: Chapter 387: This Has Become Mythical? ×N!_2

And this was enough to serve as "evidence," convincing Sword Elder and Warchant.

This was Rose, the dean’s plan.

"There’s not much time left. I must significantly reduce the impurity in my body within this month."

...

Time, like water, quietly slipped by.

The City of Sword Flower was busily undergoing post-disaster restoration work, with Awakeners splitting mountains and soaring through the sky, all in a flurry of activity.

Dean Sword and Dean Warchant were also very busy, preoccupied with monitoring Rose’s situation.

But since twenty days ago, when Rose entered her closed-door cultivation, no news had come out. She said she was in seclusion and that they would understand everything once she emerged.

Still, the two deans were confused and couldn’t help but worry.

They were preparing for two possibilities: one, naturally, was the City of Fallen Stars Summit, and the other was to find ways to gather information about the Blazefire Commerce Guild. Unfortunately, their City of Sword Flower was only a Great Oasis-level force, and all they could find out was superficial information about the Guild.

In their eyes, the Blazefire Commerce Guild was a super Oasis force with two mythological figures at the helm.

As for a third mythological figure or extraordinary combat capabilities, they had no way of learning such details. They could only send elites to station in the Blazing Fire Mall and gather information bit by bit.

As time drew near and seeing that the City of Fallen Stars Summit was not far away, Dean Warchant grew increasingly anxious.

"Rose wouldn’t have encountered any trouble, would she?"

"Moreover, the City of Fallen Stars Summit is set to convene in ten days. Including the journey, we must depart the day after tomorrow at the latest."

Warchant, the dean, paced back and forth in front of the site of Rose’s seclusion, with Sword, the helpless dean, who he had dragged along.

He sent many messages to Rose, but she didn’t reply.

Storming in was out of the question. The place of seclusion was a powerful individual’s most private dwelling, much more significant than places like a dean’s office, protected by layers of defensive and boundary-setting instruments. Moreover, any disturbance during seclusion was strictly forbidden, something Warchant was well aware of.

But no matter how rational, he was still incredibly anxious.

Dean Warchant continued to pace. In this small garden adorned with many colorful flowers, he must have walked at least ten thousand steps. The urgency in his heart not only failed to subside, but it intensified, secretly giving rise to an ominous premonition.

It was as though the distance between him and Rose had suddenly widened.

Could something truly have gone wrong?

Dean Warchant’s mind began to race with wild thoughts, but suddenly, he turned his head sharply, staring intently at the secluded spot hidden within the garden.

Faster and fiercer than his turning was Dean Sword’s reaction.

The tall, white-bearded elder was also staring intently, his hand trembling as it stroked his beard.

"This, this is..."

Not far from them, from a position underground, a faint aura that seemed to have been significantly weakened by the layers of boundary instruments, yet still soul-shaking and terrifying, was slowly rising.

It was as if a rising sun at dawn;

As if a magnificent sea of flowers blossoming in unison;

As if a towering figure was slowly emerging from the secluded place underground not far away.

"Could this be..."

"It’s not possible, is it?!"

The two men were astonished, terrified, and horrified! After the shock came doubt, wondering if it was their illusion, after all, how could it be! They had known Rose for decades, and even if it were a miracle, it wouldn’t be...

Perhaps because various instruments were laid around the site of seclusion, the rising aura was soon cut off.

The two deans looked at each other, and now they couldn’t leave. Dean Sword became just as anxious as Dean Warchant in that small garden.

But compared to the previous anxiety and urgency, their hearts were now filled with profound confusion and shock.

They waited and waited, and this wait lasted for the better part of a day, with the sun that had been high above now setting, and a scattering of stars hanging in the night sky.

The deans were not impatient, but they felt that time passed too slowly; this half-day felt as long as half a year.

Finally,

"Whoosh—whoosh—"

The lush clusters of flowers danced and slowly parted to the sides, revealing a pathway embraced by blossoms.

A dignified, noble, and graceful figure walked out with measured steps.

This figure was very familiar to both deans; her long dress adorned with intricate accessories, her hair pinned with a rose-shaped hairpin. However, this figure was quite different from the Dean Rose they remembered.

She looked younger!

Not a single wrinkle could be found on her face, her eyes shone like sapphires, and she glowed with vigor. An invisible aura spread around her, making the two deans, who stood at the pinnacle of the Great Oasis, feel shabby and unworthy, almost making them bow their heads, unable to look directly at her.

And this was merely due to the power of charm that Dean Rose, who had just had a breakthrough, couldn’t suppress.

The two deans of Warchant felt even more shocked and bewildered.

"Rose, you... did you... have you advanced to mythological status?"

He stuttered, gasping in shock after he spoke.

It wasn’t that he was overreacting; it was just that mythological status was highly revered! At first glance, they, who were at the top of the Six Senses, seemed to be only a step away from mythological status, but that step was the difference between heaven and earth.

A world apart!

Not to mention a single step, even half a step or the mere act of lifting a foot - they could not achieve it.