Transcending the Magic Era: The Supreme Female Archmage

On the edge of Xiyue City, near the city gate, stands a 30,000-year-old crowned demonic tree. Its existence has witnessed the entire process of this city's creation from nothing, and has become a unique symbol of Xiyue City.

This tree, with leaves as brilliant as phoenix feathers and blossoms resembling a phoenix crown, is named the Crown Feather Magic Tree. It is a unique tree species on the magical continent.

Beneath this ancient magic tree, a group of children often sit around a kind old man. Their eyes sparkle with curiosity and longing as they stare intently at him.

The old man, with a kind smile on his face, began to tell some ancient and mysterious stories.

The branches and leaves of the Crowned Feather Demon Tree swayed gently in the breeze, seemingly guarding this peaceful and harmonious scene.

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"Grandpa Lorraine, please tell us the story of the Goddess of Dawn!" A childish voice rang out in the twilight, full of anticipation and curiosity.

The old man smiled gently, his eyes full of affection. "Children, you want to hear this story? Alright, today Grandpa will tell you about the legendary Goddess of Dawn."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the children's faces with a hint of mystery. "Do you know how many races live on our magical continent?"

"I know!" a boy excitedly raised his hand. "There are three major races: humans, beastmen, and spirits!"

The old man nodded slightly, a smile of approval on his face. “Very good, there are indeed three major races. However, the Spirit Race can be further divided into the Celestial Spirit Race, the Earth Spirit Race, and the Giant Spirit Race. As for the Beast Race, there are many kinds, among which the most powerful are the four super Beast Races—the Moon-Treading Spirit Dragon Race, the Purple Extreme Flame Phoenix Race, the Sishui Black Tortoise Race, and the Dark-Winged Nether Tiger Race!”

As he spoke, his gaze gradually deepened. "These super beast races are not merely powerful; their existence once changed the fate of the entire magical continent." His tone grew somber, as if recalling those painful years.

The children quieted down, waiting for the old man to continue his story.

"Unlike us humans, the beastmen revere bloodlines, with the highest bloodline level being level nine. The reason why the four super beastmen are able to occupy a dominant position among the beastmen is that each of them can produce inheritors of level nine bloodlines."

The old man's voice was deep and hoarse, "As long as a beastman with a ninth-level bloodline doesn't die, he has a chance to break through his limits and become a supreme magical beast, which is equivalent to the ultimate Dharma Emperor realm of our human race."

He paused, gazing into the children's eyes. "The existence of the Supreme Beasts made the Beast Race incredibly powerful. Under their leadership, the Beast Race once ruled the entire Magic Continent. At that time, all living beings on the continent trembled under the Beast Race's feet. All resistance was almost meaningless in the face of the Supreme Beasts. Death, pain, and despair permeated every corner, and fear shrouded us at all times."

The children's hearts raced involuntarily, and a sense of oppression filled the air.

A child couldn't help but ask softly, "What about the humans and the elves?"

The old man sighed deeply, his dim eyes filled with a hint of determination. "Although the power of our human and spirit races cannot contend with the supreme demonic beast, we have not chosen to surrender, but have been striving to find a way out in this endless darkness."

The old man's voice carried a hint of helplessness, his gaze solemn and profound. "Back then, our human race and the spirit race united to resist the oppression of the beast race. On the battlefield, countless lives were lost every day. For us, it was a battle for survival. However, for the beast race, it was nothing more than a game to watch us struggle in our death throes." As he spoke, a deep sadness flashed in his eyes, the pain and resentment left by the years.

“Until three thousand years ago,” the old man’s eyes became even more determined, “the appearance of a young girl completely changed everything. Her appearance was a gift from fate to the human race, and the only hope in those dark years.”

The children held their breath, their eyes fixed on the old man's narration, anticipating that moment that would change history.

"Her name is Aurora," the old man said slowly, his tone filled with reverence. "She was the first person in our human history to possess innate full-value spiritual power, and the only mage to break through to the ultimate magic emperor realm."

"The Ultimate Emperor?" the children murmured in amazement, their eyes filled with curiosity and awe.

The old man nodded, his eyes gleaming with boundless reverence. "Yes, the Ultimate Emperor—this is the pinnacle that all of us mages strive for our entire lives. Aurora's rise brought hope for survival to both our races. Under her leadership, humanity not only gained a foothold but also successfully established the Aurora Empire, gradually shaking off the oppression of the beastmen."

"However, the beastmen were unwilling to accept the rise of the human race." The old man's voice carried a hint of sarcasm. "Therefore, the four supreme magical beasts united and decided to personally destroy the Aurora Empire and completely crush our human race's hopes for a rise."

"That battle took place on the Lia Plain, which is now the Blood Oath Plain."

The old man's gaze deepened, as if he had traveled through time and space to see the land that had once burned with blood. "Aurora fought alone against four supreme magical beasts for a whole day and night, while the other mages engaged in a life-or-death struggle with the beastmen's army of 100,000. The entire Lia Plain was turned into a living hell, with the sky collapsing and the earth cracking, and the sun and moon losing their light."

The children clenched their fists as they listened, their eyes filled with shock and awe.

“Then… Aurora…”

The old man's gaze turned incredibly sorrowful, his voice low and filled with deep regret and grief, "Aurora ultimately failed to withstand the combined attack of the four supreme magical beasts and was defeated. However, before that, she and all the high-ranking mages had already prepared to sacrifice themselves—in the event of defeat, they would use the self-destructing magic orbs and the spatial storms created by the mental space to perish together with all the beastmen present."

The old man's words, like the heavy tolling of a bell, struck the hearts of every child.

"The entire Lia Plain was instantly reduced to wasteland, barren for a thousand years. Three supreme magical beasts perished on the spot, and hundreds of thousands of beastmen soldiers vanished in the storm. They used their lives to ignite the flame of hope for humanity."

The old man raised his eyes, took a deep breath, composed himself, and said again, "In memory of Aurora and all the heroes who sacrificed themselves for the future of humanity, we have renamed the Lia Plains to the Blood Oath Plains, and Aurora is now revered as the Goddess of Dawn."

He looked at the children before him, his tone growing increasingly firm. "After that, the few remaining ultimate magic kings of the human race together founded the Magic Sanctuary. Every year on August 5th, the Magic Sanctuary in each city holds a Magic Awakening Ceremony to awaken the magic of a new generation of magicians. This day is both a commemoration of those deceased heroes and a symbol of humanity's hope for continuation."

The old man's gaze became deep and powerful. "Aurora may be dead, but she lives on. Her existence is like an inextinguishable flame, illuminating our path forward."