First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

A sense of fear finally surfaced in LeBlanc's heart.

This feeling of helplessness, where all means are futile, has only been experienced when facing that terrifying being.

That one has already been sealed away, but there's still one right now!

Hidden behind the Noxian shadows for millennia, one of the founders of the Black Rose has been brought into the open today by the Shurima Emperor.

“Sit down, uh… Lord Faceless? Please sit down.” Azir spread his hands, indicating his innocence.

LeBlanc sat down dejectedly, staring blankly at Azir. She couldn't offer any suggestions for this meeting.

Swain didn't stop them much throughout, because Azir had asked LeBlanc for information the day before.

She established her kingdom in a dangerous location, which made the Shurima emperor have a very bad impression of her.

Using Azir to give LeBlanc a hard time would help Swain curb the Black Rose's arrogance, which is something he'd be happy to see.

As for Darius, seeing that Swain made no comment, although he was very unhappy, he could only endure it for the time being.

Moreover, his silence on domestic affairs does not mean he is ignorant of them.

Darkwell is indeed dead, but Darius also intends to eradicate the Black Rose, an organization that has been manipulating everything behind the scenes since the founding of the nation.

After the officials recovered from their shock, Azir stood up solemnly.

"Noxians, let me introduce myself again. I am Azir, the emperor of the Shurima Empire three thousand years ago. For some reason, I have been resurrected."

"Having learned from the lessons of the empire's downfall, I have decided to come here to engage in exchanges with the most powerful nation today!"

……

The powered boat is sailing on the sea, and the coastline ahead can already be seen.

Five days have passed since they set off.

"We're almost there, Baru'o Province." Atto stood at the bow of the ship, gazing into the distance, trying to spot any signs of battle.

"How is it? We're not late, are we?" Riven walked up and asked.

"It seems quite peaceful... Master Yi, will the passenger ships from Piltover and Noxus stop in Baloo?"

The white-clad swordsman shook his head: "All passenger ships go to the newly built port in Navoli Province. Outsiders who want to go to other provinces will have to take another ship."

Although the two countries remained hostile to each other after the war, exchanges in various fields continued.

Many Ionians have chosen to leave the land that nurtured them, and their presence is felt all over the world.

Whether they go into business or work in various industries, people are gradually getting used to seeing some Asian faces around them.

Noxian culture also influenced this nascent land, turning some gentle Ionians into warlike and bloodthirsty ones.

In just five years, hundreds of underground fighting arenas or combat stadiums have sprung up, and they are incredibly popular every night, with people from both countries arm in arm, cheering for the exciting fighting performances.

As soon as the powerboat came to a stop at the mouth of the Yipu River, Yi's body transformed into a streak of light, and in a few flashes, he passed through the village and soared up Wuji Mountain.

"What a kind master who cares so much about his disciples. Let's set off too."

Ator wasn't worried about Yi's strength. Now that he had obtained Ornn's artifact, the "Rageblade," he wouldn't be in danger even if he faced two Darkin!

"Old man, are you sure you can suppress Zolani without affecting me?"

This is Ato's first encounter with the Darkin related to Aatrox. Zolani will not obey the Grand General's orders, and if she is not careful, she may be devoured!

“If she didn’t devour too much, she could,” Aatrox said with a strange tone. “When I fought her over two thousand years ago, I was able to resist her blood magic, but I never expected her to…”

"Hehe, old man, why don't you just give in?" Ato joked. "Anyway, all she wants is you. You give yourself to save the world, it's that simple!"

"...I am just a sword with a heart full of death resolve. I understand their feelings. If I accept them, it would be irresponsible to them. It would be better to refuse them clearly from the beginning."

"Makes sense."

The group passed through the village at the foot of the Wuji Sect Mountain. It looked as usual, not like it had been disturbed by Zolani.

"I just saw Miss Irelia from the Zan family heading up Mount Wuji with some people!" a villager chatted with his companion.

"Irelia? The leader of the resistance during the war? What was she doing in Mount Wuji?"

"Who knows? Maybe they're visiting Master Yi, the sect leader. It's normal for powerful figures to visit each other!"

"But I heard that Master Yi left the sect not long ago, and in a great hurry. Who is Miss Irelia going to see?"

Ato was taken aback. Irelia was here too? The last time they met, he was still Master Ji of the Wuji Sect.

Oh no, my alternate account!

However, the war is long over, and there is no point in talking about it now.

The group quickly went up the mountain and, sure enough, saw Irelia leading some followers, standing with Master Yi's disciples, confronting a small, thin figure.

"General..." Upon seeing Atuo ascend the mountain, the man in black robes trembled and said in disbelief.

Upon seeing the newcomer, Irelia asked uncertainly, "Are you... Master Ji?"

Five years have passed, and Irelia has grown up and become much taller; she is no longer the naive little girl she once was.

"Long time no see." Ato greeted her simply, then looked at the petite figure and shook his head helplessly.

Did I actually run into a plot twist that's straight out of a fantasy novel?

Hextech power ships truly live up to their reputation as the pinnacle of modern technology; despite setting off so many days late, they still managed to return before Zolani broke free of her seal.

He saw the harp she had secretly hidden and confirmed her identity.

Stellatu had only just arrived, and it seemed that the two sides had not yet started fighting. He could not see Zolani anywhere, and Jun was standing right behind Master Yi.

"I don't know where you got this information, but my Wuji Sect has never had the chain sickle you mentioned!" Jun, who had also grown quite a bit older, said coldly.

“She’s right, Jun. The chain sickle was the one I brought back,” Yi said, turning around. “I’m glad to see you’re alright.”

"Master, what are you talking about?" Jun asked curiously. "Everything has been fine in the sect while you were gone!"

“I brought back a very dangerous weapon from the Misty Sword Pool and left it in the sect, which almost caused a great disaster.” Yi stared intently at Stellatu.

No matter what you say, I will not hand over those chain sickles to you!

Stellatu did not react; ever since Ator began climbing the mountain, her gaze had never left the sword behind him.

Irelia said, "So it really is? Master Yi, I come on behalf of Karma's will! I just asked your disciples, and they all said they didn't know!"