Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Caesar bounded toward the warrior, the ancient interstellar language flowing from his tender mouth with an uncanny naturalness. The warrior nodded and gestured sideways to invite him in.

Rosie walked over to Kyle and touched his arm with her shoulder: "Did you hold back?"

Kyle glanced sideways, his amber eyes reflecting her reflection. "He's not worth my full effort."

Luo Xi raised the corner of her mouth: "This has attracted their attention." The heart of Poseidon in her chest beat faster, and she unconsciously pressed it to feel the warmth.

The three followed the warrior through the town streets. The bustling bustle of the entrance was left behind, and the road to the center of town was eerily quiet. The color of the glowing stone gradually deepened from blue-purple to dark red, exactly the same color as the warrior's scales.

"The energy fluctuations here are strange." Kyle lowered his voice, his eyes hidden under his black hair scanning sharply, "Don't touch anything casually."

Rosie nodded and squeezed Caesar's hand. The boy's excitement faded, his brow furrowed slightly, his face tense. His amber eyes darted around warily, like a miniature version of Kyle.

The Heart of Poseidon beat more intensely as they approached the center of town. Rosie felt an ancient calling, as if something awaited her in the depths. A connection, a sense of belonging, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

The warrior led them to a tall tower made entirely of dark red crystal and stopped. At the top of the tower was a circular platform, and a tall figure could be vaguely seen standing still.

"The wise man told you to go up." Caesar translated with a frown, confusion on his little face.

Kyle's expression was tense, his back as straight as a knife. "Is it possible for us to go up?"

Caesar raised his head and asked, his lips tightly pursed. "Yes, just the two of you. I have to stay here."

Kyle's brow furrowed, his gaze darting back and forth between Caesar and the spire. "No," he refused decisively, his voice hard. "We won't abandon him."

Luo Xi squatted down, held Caesar's little face in her hands, and said gently but firmly: "Let me talk to the wise man."

She stood up and gently activated the Heart of Poseidon with her Wood Power. A blue light flowed from her fingertips to her neck, finally converging into the sacred object on her chest. The Heart of Poseidon glowed softly, and Rosie closed her eyes, attempting to establish a connection with the so-called wise man.

"Since you are here, why don't you come up and have a chat?" An old but powerful voice sounded directly in Luo Xi's mind.

"Our children need to go with us," Rosie responded without giving in.

A light chuckle came from my mind: "Descendant of the Black Dragon, interesting. In that case, let's come together."

Luo Xi opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief: "The three of us will go up together."

Kyle's brows arched slightly, but he didn't question it. He held Caesar's hand with one hand and Rosie's slender waist with the other. A dark aura gathered beneath his feet. The next second, the three of them shot like arrows, heading straight for the top of the tower.

The tower's rooftop platform was more spacious than it appeared from afar. In the center of the circular space, an elderly man in a crimson robe sat cross-legged on a crystal chair. He looked like a common town dweller, yet he exuded an aura far beyond that of a warrior.

"Welcome to Lightstone City, outsider." The old man spoke in ancient interstellar language, his voice rich and powerful, exactly the same as the voice in his mind just now. "Especially you, the holder of the Heart of Poseidon."

Caesar translated carefully, but Rosie found that she could actually understand this ancient language. She looked at Kyle in surprise and saw a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" the old man smiled, his wrinkled hands visible beneath his red robe. "This is the power of the Heart of the Sea God—language is no longer an obstacle."

"Do you know the Heart of Poseidon?" Luo Xi asked directly in modern interstellar language, surprised that the old man could understand. "Then do you know the Seven Sacred Relics?"

The old man turned his gaze to the holy objects on Rosie's chest. "Of course, they are among the most ancient powers left in this universe." He paused for a moment, a complex look flashing in his eyes. "And you, young lady, seem to have a special connection with them."

Kyle took a step forward, pulling Rosie slightly behind him, and stared at the old man warily: "We are looking for another holy relic."

"I know." The old man nodded. "It's a sacred object from the alien world, the Mirror of the Void. It can reflect the boundary between reality and illusion."

Rosie's heartbeat quickened: "Where is it?"

"At the end of the road leading to the abyss, it is guarded by the oldest guardian." The old man stood up, his red robe revealing a figure taller than that of ordinary residents. "But no one can reach there easily - unless they receive my guidance."

Kyle narrowed his eyes. "What's the price?"

The old man laughed. "Clever Black Dragon." He pointed at Caesar. "I will test this child's talent. If he passes, I will guide you to find the holy relic."

Luo Xi's heart tightened, and she instinctively stood in front of Caesar: "What is the test? Is it dangerous?"

"Just let him face his own heart." The old man explained, "The Black Dragon Clan's greatest enemy is often themselves."

Caesar poked his little head out from behind Rosie, his amber eyes flashing with stubbornness: "I'm not afraid! I want to take the test!"

Rosie wanted to say something, but Kyle stopped her. "Let him try," Kyle said calmly, but his eyes held trust. "He's our child."

Rosie bit her lip and finally nodded. Caesar puffed out his chest and strode towards the wise man.

The old man gently pressed his palm against Caesar's forehead, a red light flashing. The little boy instantly closed his eyes, his body stiff as a statue.

"Caesar!" Rosie exclaimed and tried to rush forward but was stopped by Kyle.

"Wait." Kyle said in a low voice, "Trust him."

Rosie looked at Caesar anxiously. The boy's eyes were tightly shut, his facial muscles tensing and relaxing, as if he were going through a fierce struggle. Black scales appeared and disappeared on his skin, rippling like ripples.

Finally, Caesar's eyes snapped open, their amber pupils gleaming with an unprecedented brilliance. He drew a deep breath, and black scales erupted from the inside out, covering his entire body in a flash before fading away in an instant, as if they had never been there.

Rosie's heart was pounding, her fingertips numb from the worry she'd just felt. Caesar's stubborn little face was filled with triumph, a mirror image of Kyle.

The old man withdrew his hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Interesting, very interesting." He examined Caesar, his voice filled with rare shock. "This child's talent far exceeds expectations. Not only does he have the blood of the Black Dragon flowing in his body, but he also..."

His gaze suddenly turned to Luo Qian, and the old man's pupils shrank slightly: "Some kind of more ancient bloodline."

The heart of Poseidon in Rosie's chest beat faster, its temperature rising sharply. She raised her hand to press against her heart, and her fingertips felt not only scorching heat, but also an ancient, indescribable resonance.

"Mom! I won!" Caesar came running back and threw himself into Rosie's arms. His little face was full of pride, and his amber eyes sparkled.

Rosie hugged her son tightly and said, "You're amazing." Her voice trembled uncontrollably. She stroked Caesar's black hair, feeling the immense power within this tiny body.

Kyle walked over to Caesar and placed his hand on his son's head. This action might seem ordinary to others, but Rosie knew that this was Kyle's way of expressing pride.

"You have passed the test." The old man stood up, his red robe swaying gently in the breeze. "This is the key to open the door to the holy relic."

He pulled a dark red crystal from his sleeve. It was shaped like a teardrop, pulsating with flowing energy. The moment the crystal came into contact with the air, it emitted a gentle hum, echoing the sound of the Heart of Poseidon on Rosie's chest.

"A passage will open in the Holy Mountain in a week. That's our only chance." The old man handed the crystal to Caesar, his eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light. "Little dragon, you've proven your worth."

Caesar took the crystal and held it tightly in his little hand. The moment the crystal touched his skin, its brightness suddenly increased, and the red light reflected on his little face, making his amber eyes shine even brighter.

"Where is the holy mountain?" Luo Xi asked, her voice unconsciously filled with a hint of urgency.

The old man raised his hand and pointed to the distant horizon, where a purple mountain range was looming, sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, as if it existed between two dimensions.

"There. But don't rush to leave—the passage will only open at a certain time. Until then, you can stay in Lightstone City and rest."

Rosie frowned. A week was too long to wait. The Poseidon Heart in her chest beat faster, as if expressing its displeasure.

"Why did you wait so long?"

"Because the sacred object cannot be taken away at any time." The old man's voice was deep, each word weighing heavily. "The Void Mirror is protected by the most ancient power. Only when the three moons completely overlap will the seal be weakened enough to pass through."

March day.

The word exploded in Rosie's mind. She looked up sharply, her gaze passing through the tower's top platform, staring directly at the three moons looming in the violet sky.

In the Abyss Royal City, Princess Duoya also mentioned this day.

"What's the special significance of March Day?" Rosie asked directly, her fingers unconsciously stroking the Heart of the Sea God.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and asked, "Do you know March Day?"

"I've heard of it." Rosie didn't reveal more.

The old man was silent for a moment, his fingers beneath his red robe tapping lightly on the crystal chair. "March Day is when the boundaries are at their weakest, not just in this world, but in all worlds."

Kyle took a step forward, his black robe fluttering slightly behind him. "What do you mean?"

"It means that on that day, everything that has been separated will have the possibility of reconnecting." The old man turned his gaze to Luo Xi, "including forgotten memories, separated souls, and sealed powers."

Rosie's heart raced. She didn't know why, but the words touched a secret corner of her heart.

"Mom?" Caesar pulled at the corner of her clothes, his little face full of worry.

Luo Xi came back to her senses, squatted down and hugged her son: "It's okay, Mom is just thinking about something."

The old man stood up, his red robe rustling in the alien wind. "You can rest in the city. In seven days, I will personally take you to the Holy Mountain."

Kyle nodded, put one arm around Rosie's slender waist, and took Caesar's hand with the other. The black aura gathered under their feet, and the three of them rushed straight to the bottom of the tower like an arrow.

Back on the ground, the warrior had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the three of them return safely, he showed respect and performed an ancient warrior salute to Kyle.

"He said he would take us to a place to rest," Caesar translated, his small hands tightly gripping the crystal, refusing to let go.