Hearing Aster Grant propose returning to the Oceanic Clan, Alia was initially stunned, then fell into silence.
In those clear eyes, a complex, indescribable emotion surged instantly.
Returning to the Oceanic Clan...
Once upon a ti, this thought was her deepest longing day and night.
Ever since the Demon Clan invaded, her holand fell, and she was forced to flee with Grandpa Turtle and the remaining clan mbers, from the azure realm that had nurtured her...
Every night, she returned in dreams to those familiar coral groves and the Pearl Palace.
However, every ti she mustered up the courage to return, she would be firmly stopped by Grandpa Turtle.
At that ti, she was weak and helpless, going back would have only ant certain death.
Later, she was saved by Aster Grant and settled in the Human Race’s territory.
In the relatively peaceful environnt, under the care of Aster and those around her, that deep longing for ho, over ti, gradually settled into a scar in her heart that she dared not easily touch.
She began to understand that so losses are irretrievable—
Like her mother, who died in battle to protect her clan!
So places, once left, can never be returned to—
Like the once joyful and bustling, now perhaps only ruins occupied by the Demon Clan, Oshara!
Can the Oceanic Clan still be called ho now?
There is no longer the warm embrace of her mother, no familiar smiling faces of her clan, only cold ruins.
Thinking of this, a maturity beyond her years flickered across Alia’s young face.
She slowly lifted her head, looked at Aster, and shook her head firmly: "
Aster, I don’t want to go back."
Her voice was soft, yet with an undeniable resolve.
There was nothing there for her to cherish, returning would only add to her sadness.
But then she continued, a light rekindling in her ice-blue eyes:
"But, I can take you to find that book! I know where the library is!"
Helping Aster find the clues to Dragon Island was the only thing she could do now, and she was willing to do it.
However...
After saying that, Alia tightly clutched the corner of her clothes, her gaze becoming incredibly serious, and even a little pleading:
"Aster, I have one more request... Once you’ve found the book you need, could you... could you kill more of the Demon Clan for ?"
Her voice trembled slightly, yet it was exceptionally clear:
"I want to avenge my mother!"
This thought had always been deeply buried in her heart.
She had imagined countless tis growing strong...
Yet no matter how hard she cultivated, her combat strength always stagnated.
The harsh reality gradually made her understand that relying on herself or the currently weak remaining Oceanic Clan mbers to seek revenge was nothing but a fool’s dream.
Seeing the complex light in Alia’s eyes, Aster felt a slight ache in his heart.
This seemingly innocent Little rmaid was carrying such a heavy past on her shoulders.
He knelt down, eting Alia’s eyes, and solemnly nodded: "
Don’t worry, Alia.
Even without your request, eliminating the Demon Clan is sothing I must do.
I promise you, one day, I will exterminate all the Demon Clan!"
Hearing such a solemn promise from Aster, the gloom in Alia’s eyes seed to be dispersed a little.
She lifted her small face, hesitated for a mont, then carefully extended her slender pinky finger to Aster.
"Pinky swear!"
Seeing this pure gesture, Aster felt a softness in his heart.
He also unhesitatingly extended his pinky finger, hooking it with her cold little finger.
"Pinky swear!"
...
At the sa ti, deep within Dragon Island.
Seeing the figure in the crystal about to awaken, the Dragon Emperor didn’t choose to linger but silently turned to leave.
The road ahead, he could provide no help with.
It must be a path for his daughter to walk on her own.
But after leaving the cave, his spiritual power was intensely focused on that figure.
A long while later, a subtle yet clear cracking sound emanated from deep within the cave.
"Crack... Crack, crack..."
The surface of the Millennium Dragon Crystal encasing Isabelle began to show web-like cracks.
And they swiftly spread. Finally, accompanied by a crisp and clear explosion.
The Dragon Crystal completely shattered, turning into countless crystalline points of light, slowly dissipating into the air.
The graceful figure within the Dragon Crystal gently floated down, her feet landing firmly on the ground.
She slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of eyes as dazzling and immaculate as molten gold.
Yet they were filled with the bewildernt of a newborn infant.
Where is this place?
Why am I here?
I... who am I?
One question after another surfaced in her mind, yet there were no answers.
"Uh..."
Suddenly, she clutched her forehead, letting out a pained groan, her brows tightly knit, as if countless needles pierced her soul.
"My head... it hurts!"
Amidst this intense pain, a clear piece of information erged like a brand in her consciousness—
Her na, Isabelle.
Once this na beca clear, the pain in her head slowly receded like the tide.
Yet the answers to the other questions remained elusive.
With her mind filled with confusion, she instinctively began to walk towards the cave’s exit along the only path.
When she erged from the deep cave and once again saw daylight, the abundant Spiritual Energy and magnificent scenery outside caused her to pause slightly.
Instinctively, she channeled the vast power within her, and her body effortlessly floated upwards, standing suspended in midair.
She gazed down at the land below, which felt both inexplicably familiar and utterly foreign.
Isabelle fell into a trance-like state.
"Such a familiar place... but why can’t I rember anything?"
She mumbled to herself, straining to piece together any fragnts in her blank mory.
However, no matter how hard she tried, aside from her na, her mory was still a complete blank.
But at that mont, an image suddenly appeared with unusual clarity—
It was the face of a human man, with black hair and black eyes, a unique temperant, and deep eyes.
Who is he?
Isabelle’s brows furrowed into a \"川\" shape.
Aside from rembering her na, she could only recall the appearance of this man.
Could he be the person closest to her?
Or perhaps soone extrely important to her?
Or maybe he’s the person she hates the most?
But no matter which it might be...
As long as she finds this man, all the truth will co to light.
Her goal instantly beca clear.
Isabelle took a deep breath, suppressing the chaotic thoughts in her heart, a trace of determination flashing in her golden eyes.
First, find this man, clarify their relationship.
Then, follow the trail to uncover the truth about her amnesia and reclaim her lost past!
But the world is so vast, where should she start looking?
After thinking for a mont, she trusted her instincts and sped towards the south, disappearing into the horizon in an instant.
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