"The first sacred remains..."
Xitan Pulan murmured.
Despite her ignorance of the power of the sacred remains, it didn’t prevent her from understanding the magnitude of the concept.
She knew that the "Stigmatization" of the Third Era referred to the modern Gold rank.
That is to say, "sacred remains" required at least a Gold rank to be eligible for acquisition, essentially equivalent to a divine, top-tier Transcendent power. Furthermore, they were extremely rare and limited in quantity across the entire world, impossible to mass-produce or regenerate.
—And Bofis’s mother had managed to obtain a set of sacred remains?
Even the oldest ones, theoretically also the most powerful, "Justice" remains!
Even if they couldn’t be awakened and were just considered for their collection value... they were likely one of the most valuable treasures in the world.
"...Your mother, is she some kind of big shot?"
Xitan Pulan cautiously asked.
Could it be that Bofis was a young miss of the Elves?
Seeing Xitan Pulan looking tense, Bofis couldn’t help but burst into laughter with a "pfft."
When she laughed, she politely covered her mouth with the sleeve of her right arm, revealing a hint of noble temperament.
"That depends on what you think~"
Bofis’s lips curled up.
She circled around Xitan Pulan, her white gauze skirt tail fluttering in the air like a fish tail, lightly slapping Xitan Pulan’s face.
If Bofis were still alive, Xitan Pulan surely would have been able to smell the fragrance on her body...
But since they were both in spirit state, Xitan Pulan could only faintly sense a very slight touch, like the warm smoke rising from a scented candle hitting her face.
Therefore, Xitan Pulan didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab hold of Bofis’s skirt, intending to pull it towards herself.
Bofis let out a cute cry of distress, quickly reached down to hold her skirt, and repeatedly begged for mercy, "Don’t do that, Miss Xitan Pulan!"
"There’s nobody else here..."
"The seniors are still watching!"
Bofis continued to cry out piteously.
Only then did Xitan Pulan realize that those QQ Candies were watching this...
She couldn’t help but click her tongue and gently let go of Bofis.
...to think she’d be so shy despite such colorful clothes.
Then she licked her lips again.
Intimidated by Xitan Pulan’s predatory gaze, Bofis shivered in the air and then retreated two steps backward. Only when she was three steps away from Xitan Pulan did she finally manage to blush and straighten her somewhat disheveled clothes due to the struggle.
"My mother... cough, Mother," Bofis said softly, "She is the commander of the Storm Legion."
Xitan Pulan asked curiously.
Bofis uttered an affirmative sound and explained softly, "That’s an air force regiment composed entirely of Wind Dancers and Gryphons. The Gryphons might have gone extinct... They are the darlings of the wind, their talons can easily tear through the atmosphere, and their wings can whip up hurricanes. Even when flying above the clouds, they can penetrate thunder and hurricanes to lock onto enemies on the ground.
"And we Wind Dancers are capable of walking, running, and jumping in the atmosphere, moving gracefully through the air like fish... I am a Wind Dancer.
"Of course... Wind Dancers certainly can’t fly as high as Gryphons. But at least a few dozen meters off the ground is quite easy for us."
As she spoke, a concealed pride resonated in Bofis’s crisp tone, "If I were still alive, I could let you hold me."
Bofis quickly realized there was something off with her words and her face flushed with embarrassment, "I mean—I can let you hold me for a moment, to experience just how light my body is!"
"How light?" Xitan Pulan persisted in asking.
"The more powerful the wind dancer, the lighter their body—their weight will be—my weight is less than 20 pounds!"
"...Wow, that’s really light!"
Xitan Pulan was genuinely surprised and even a bit envious, "Then, do you ever get fat? Turn into... a floaty ball?"
Her first thought was actually... if one’s body is so light, doesn’t that mean it won’t sag?
But considering there were male players watching the live stream, to maintain her ladylike image, Xitan Pulan didn’t ask this question directly.
To be honest, she was a bit envious...
Bofis replied with strong emphasis, "I do take good care of my figure—"
"So you’re saying you can still get fat?"
"...It can happen, yes."
Bofis turned her head slightly, muttering under her breath, "And the male wind dancers, they all deliberately put on weight... because even after reducing the weapon’s weight, it still has some heft.
"To balance the weapon’s weight, you need to increase the muscle mass throughout your body. On top of that, you also have to wear metal boots."
Xitan Pulan sighed, "Was your mother of the Gold tier? Ah, no... I mean, the Stigmatization tier?"
"I know what Gold tier means..."
Bofis nodded slightly, speaking somewhat helplessly, "We also use curses as carriers. But at our level, within the Transcendent tier, things are classified even more finely.
"The path to sublimation is like the process of alchemy... Corruption, calcination, condensation, purification, dissolution, stigmatization, sublimation, it’s complicated, isn’t it? This actually refers to the analogy of turning copper into gold. Among them, the first two stages need bronze as a carrier, then silver for the middle two stages, dissolution and stigmatization require gold... and sublimation is the state achieved after acquiring the Book of Truth.
"And my mother wasn’t of the Stigmatization tier, strictly speaking, nor can she be considered of the Gold tier... because she has obtained her own Book of Truth already."
At this revelation, Xitan Pulan was taken aback.
Having attained the Book of Truth in the Third Era... could it be that Bofis’s mother had become a deity?
"...May I ask which book it is?"
"There’s no harm in telling you."
Bofis took a deep sigh, her voice tinged with melancholy, "My mother didn’t go through the ritual either... because she was not here but in the Royal Capital. If my mother isn’t dead by now, she should have become a deity, I guess...
"But if she really turned into a deity and hasn’t come to see me even once... I would rather..."
Her voice trailed off, her expression turning a shade darker.
"Hey, speaking of which," Xitan Pulan cut in, reminded of the situation with the delicious geese, and thus steered away from the previous topic, "Do you know about the path of Corruption?"
"...Of course, I know."
Bofis nodded lightly, her demeanor becoming serious, "But it’s best if you don’t touch it.
"Demons... they were not easily exterminated by us."
Bofis seemed slightly surprised, "Isn’t it taught in your history books?
"We, the people of Auster... in the Second Era, it was because the land we lived in was occupied by demons that we had to flee into the desert.
"—’Auster’ means ’escape, refuge’."