Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2634: 1450: Confessions and Return

“Are you inquiring about my identity?”

A flicker of bewilderment appeared on the elderly man's weathered face, etched with deep lines under his sandy robe. Vicissitude marked his expression as he started murmuring: “Three thousand years have flown by, and this remains a riddle I've endlessly contemplated. Unfortunately, despite straining my mind, no valuable memories surface.”

“I appear as nothing more than a mere grain amid countless specks, oblivious to my beginnings or my fate.”

“Who am I? Precisely who? Why did I end up here? Who placed me in this spot? And whom did I inter in times gone by?”

With these words, the old man in the sand robe shook his head in resignation toward Leo Ray and replied: “Youngster, you're only the second soul in three millennia to pose this to me, yet alas, I remain unable to provide an answer since I've lost so much. My very essence feels fractured and incomplete.”

“Have I lost it all as well? This reply rings with an uncanny echo. Clearly, this being endured the Era of Blankness, likely meeting its end there.”

“However, be it Elder Bing, or the figures from the Era of Blankness I've encountered, or even fragments from ancient tomes, nothing speaks of such an immense and horrifying force in the Silver Moon Era. Though its bodily form eludes me, it must span thousands of meters, perhaps even tens of thousands, in length, no?”

“An entity so strikingly immense would never escape notice. Could it be that Elder Bing and the rest have also erased this presence from their minds?”

“Alternatively, perhaps it emerged only amid the Era of Blankness—a divine pet, a god-forged weapon, or a god in its own right? Dwelling in the Divine Realm, it's no wonder the Ten Thousand Clans remain ignorant of it.”

“Furthermore, its evident dread of the Power of Divine Grace bolsters these notions strongly.”

“Yet, there's an apparent link to ‘Corrosion’—what could that signify?”

“One thing is clear: this creature shares a tie, likely a profound one, with the Era of Blankness.”

Realizing his knowledge fell short, Leo Ray ceased his musings and pressed on: “Your Excellency, you noted I'm the second in three thousand years to ask. Who came before me?”

“The initial visitor bore no resemblance to you; instead, they mirrored the figure at your side remarkably.”

The sand-robed elder gestured toward Sina and added: “The sole distinction lay in the first one's tail being a striking blue.”

“A tail of blue scales?”

Excitement sparked in Sina's lovely eyes, as if a revelation dawned, and she informed Leo Ray: “Human Sovereign, this elder's description almost certainly points to my forebear, the inaugural Queen of the Medusas following the Era of Blankness!”

“The royal annals recount that her tail shimmered blue. It was through a pact with a mysterious power that our line of queens could invoke the Magic Stele during their ascensions, unlocking the arcane arts bequeathed by her! The surge in might came as a boon from that very mysterious power!”

“Hence, our forebear consecrated this site as our Holy Land. Though the mysterious power has stayed hidden across three thousand years, leading some queens to dismiss it as mere myth, the rite to awaken the Stele endures unchanged, reaching even our era.”

Sina stared in astonishment at the sand-robed elder and went on: “Evidently, this venerable one is the very mysterious power chronicled in our lore!”

Once her words faded, fresh doubt clouded Sina's pale features anew.

Prior to stepping into this arcane domain, she herself had harbored skepticism toward those tales, never imagining that the pristine, guarded chamber her people held sacred lay nestled within the skeletal frame of the mysterious power.

“A mysterious power? That's the label that one affixed to me—apt indeed, since my own nature eludes even my grasp.”

The old man in sand robes gave a faint nod and confirmed: “Yes, I forged a covenant with that individual long ago. She poured her all into piercing my veil of identity, while I aided her lineage in claiming fragments of her mastered arts. The power boost? A mere side effect, as the legacy demanded a whisper of my essence, faint to the point of insignificance.”

“Faint to insignificance, yet it empowers a Tier 6 Expert to new heights? What an astonishing assertion.”

Leo Ray offered a bitter grin, then adopted a grave tone once more, probing further: “Those myriad white orbs, each the size of a fist and eye-shaped beyond the entrance—are they extensions of you, Your Excellency?”

“You refer to the Guardians of Devouring? Yes, they form part of my being.”

The sand-robed elder answered without surprise: “Their emergence signals an attempt to compel the Stele's awakening, for the Stele is fundamentally my bone, bound to my vital core. Forcing its activation endangers me somewhat, so their arising to strike makes perfect sense.”

“Naturally, grasping this might prove challenging for you, but it's simply an innate function of my form. Moreover, the guise you behold isn't my authentic self—merely a manifestation shaped for your understanding.”