'it?'

Regarding the ‘it’ that Azir was referring to in his words, Julian didn’t understand what he was referring to.

But when Azir turned to look at the altar, Julian was quickly attracted by his actions——

"Pace——"

"Pace——"

Azir collected his emotions and stepped forward, the golden sand scepter continuously tapping the ground, and the crisp sound echoed in the silence.

The so-called Dawn Oasis in Azir's mouth was originally in the center of a natural basin.

As the greatest reliance on the rise of the Shuriman Empire, the Shuriman people have regarded this place as a sacred place for thousands of years.

In order to express the reverence of people living in the desert for water, the Shuriman people built altars around the Oasis of Dawn.

Before the empire was destroyed, every year when the rainy season came, the emperor would come with priests, ministers and people to offer sacrifices.

In order to protect the sacred water of life from being defiled by spies, successive emperors built the Grand Palace and the Grand Temple on top of the altar.

This place has become the most heavily guarded place in Shurima————

But that was before.

The catastrophe thousands of years ago destroyed Shurima, and the springs carrying the water of life dried up.

As Azir walked on the straight road towards the altar, his heart was stirred by many emotions————

If not for the shameful betrayal of that humble slave,

He should have come here with his most trusted subjects and priests, and stood here under the protection of the golden warriors to pray for the prosperity of the empire;

He should have gained eternal life and divine power under the gaze of gods and subjects, become the greatest emperor in the history of Shurima and even Runeterra, established an eternal empire, and made his own greatness comparable to that of others.

The first queen Setaka;

He should have been the protagonist of history instead of the ghostly remnant he is now, becoming the 'sinner' in people's mouth!

He should have...!!!

Azir clenched his fists unconsciously. There was too much anger and unwillingness in Azir's heart.

But when he stood on the edge of the stone platform next to the altar, looking at the dry spring in the center of the basin in front of him, all the emotions that had accumulated in his heart for thousands of years turned into a sigh at this moment————

O ancestral kings of Shurima! I, Azir, am ashamed of you!

As the emperor of the empire, because of my ignorance, the empire suffered catastrophe, its foundation collapsed, and all living beings were devastated.

Even I can only survive by relying on the strength left by my ancestors.

If there was no accident, perhaps I could only keep recalling the past time in pain and praying day and night for the salvation of my soul.

However, there is no perfect path!

The child with the blood of the eagle came here, opened the door of the emperor's tomb with the weapons of his ancestors, and woke me up from my deep sleep.

I believe that this must be guidance from you somewhere.

Are you trying to tell me that the proud eagle should not just break its wings and perish?

Mother of life!

If fate is destined to be like this, please let me bear all the sins and infamy alone, let this child use the weapon that symbolizes destruction and unity to prove to the eagle, and restore the glory of the Shurima Empire!

"tread--"

At this moment, standing by the altar, Azir earnestly made his most sincere prayer to fate, the Mother of Life, and the ancestors and emperors of Shurima.

At this moment, there was no anger or sadness in his heart, but only the most sincere prayer.

As he prayed, a transparent white light emerged from his body and slowly floated into the sky.

In an instant, the originally dark head suddenly lit up with a flash of light,

The milky white light group that was supposed to stay outside the underground slowly appeared above the head, illuminating the heaven and earth in an instant, covering Azir with a layer of golden clouds with soft brilliance.

The moment the windbreaker appeared, Julian, who was standing in the distance, saw silhouettes flashing across the windbreaker in a trance.

Those shadows are male and female, their expressions may be holy or majestic,

Appearing and disappearing like a revolving lantern,

When Julian gathered his energy and looked forward again, for some reason, he suddenly felt that something was different about Azir.

Of course, it’s not just Azir that is different, but also the entire Oasis of Dawn————

"tread--"

Wearing sand armor and covered with golden clouds, Azir abandoned all distracting thoughts and took the first step towards the altar.

The moment he stepped onto the cracked land in the Dawn Oasis Basin,

Julian, who was watching from a distance, suddenly felt a majestic force in the center of the basin.

Although weak, he was full of divine greatness. Julian could not help but burst into tears————

"This is!?"

Tears filled his eyes, but Julian didn't even bother to wipe them away. His eyes were wide open and he stared straight ahead.

Looking at the center of the slightly sunken basin of Dawn Oasis, I felt the ever-expanding power.

He didn't know why he was crying, but he just couldn't help it and couldn't restrain himself.

At this moment, a picture seemed to appear in front of his eyes————

The white snow melts, life awakens from the dead silence of winter, buds sprout branches, green grass breaks through the ground, and spring returns to the earth,

Everything is glowing with life!

The tears that fell were born for this exuberance, full of flexibility and strength————

The power of life!

"Yes, the power of life! This is the power of life!" He kept murmuring, and Julian's eyes followed Azir's slowly moving steps.

His pace was so slow, yet so full of power.

Following his footsteps, in the center of the Dawn Oasis, a flash of light leaped into his eyes,

The water containing rich vitality spurted out from the dry spring, rushed straight into the sky, and then fell to the ground, moistening the dry land and filling the entire Dawn Oasis with richer vitality.

Azir seemed not to notice at all what was happening in front of him.

Taking gentle steps, he always looked straight ahead.

The footsteps left shallow sand marks one after another on the cracked earth,

One step, two steps, three steps...

Every time he took a step toward the spring, more water of life gushes out from the ground.

The clear spring water moistened the ground and formed puddles, which soon spread in all directions.

Swallowed the soles of the feet, swallowed the insteps,

Until Azir walked less than two meters away from the splashing spring, the spring water accumulated in the basin had already reached his shoulders.

The clear water splashed gently on his cheek, and the rippling water moistened the golden armor made of sand, just like a mother's hand, gently soothing the tired heart of Shurima's son.

Immersed in such tenderness, Azir really wanted to take a nap,

But he knows that he has more important things to do than sleeping...
Chapter completed!