Only God
Chapter 162 - 140 Path of Death

Chapter 162: Chapter 140 Path of Death

And so, under the command of Queen Isis, Casas was released and temporarily pardoned for his crimes.

However, the Yibia Family, including his father Ibia and other members, remained imprisoned by the Queen.

As for the family servants, at Casas’s request, the Queen released them to serve as attendants on his journey.

Among them was Noen.

Upon seeing Noen, Casas couldn’t help but weep with joy.

Ibia only had Casas as an only child, hence he had no brothers.

Noen had grown up with him, and Casas regarded this servant as his own sibling.

Queen Isis informed Casas that perhaps Noen knew where the Golden Bull’s Horn was located.

The first person Casas thought of was Noen, who had been a slave of the Yibia Family.

"Noen, do you know where the Golden Bull’s Horn is?"

At that moment, Noen appeared bewildered.

"Young master, what is that... How would I know?"

Casas was puzzled, but he quickly came to a realization.

How could Noen, a mere servant, know about a treasure like the Golden Bull’s Horn?

It must be Noens of other prominent families who knew.

For this reason, Casas spent several days visiting the Noens of various families.

However, contrary to his expectations, not a single Noen knew what the Golden Bull’s Horn was, let alone where it might be.

Despair and frustration overwhelmed Casas’s heart.

He was only temporarily pardoned, and his family members were still imprisoned by the Queen.

If he couldn’t find the Golden Bull’s Horn, the members of the Yibia Family would die in prison, and the family’s history would be severed from that point on.

"Kagawus, please give me some enlightenment."

In utter helplessness, Casas prepared to invoke the Prophetic Divine Power for once.

It was at this moment that Noen stopped Casas.

"What’s the matter, Noen?"

Casas was quite surprised,

"Do you have an idea? Do you know where it is?"

"I don’t know, young master, but... I have a place I want to go,"

Noen said softly.

"Go on."

After taking a deep breath, Noen spoke:

"The Elves’ kingdom, that ancient kingdom from thousands of years ago...

I heard an old Priest say that there, there are all sorts of legends."

Hearing this, Casas slapped his forehead.

He was the son of the Prime Minister and grew up listening to legends about Elves.

Perhaps... the Golden Bull’s Horn was in that Ancient Kingdom?

Casas felt this was very likely.

Moreover, he didn’t really want to use the precious Prophetic Divine Power for this.

"Young master, why not try it first? Find that kingdom... and there, search for the Golden Bull’s Horn.

If it’s not there,

it’s not too late to make a Prophecy then,"

Upon hearing Noen’s advice, Casas thought for a moment before nodding slowly.

"Just, all these years, no one has known where that ancient kingdom is,"

Casas hesitated to say.

"We must cross the desert; we can surely get there."

Casas glanced at Noen, and, to his surprise, he saw an indescribable certainty in the young man’s eyes.

It seemed like Noen truly believed that they were destined to find the Ancient Elf Kingdom.

Casas was infected by this conviction, and somehow, he decided to believe in Noen.

"Alright, Noen. I believe you."

After having a goal, Casas no longer felt as lost as before.

He began to inquire everywhere for the location of the Ancient Elf Kingdom, searching for the ancient history from three thousand years ago.

But this was easier said than done.

The Three-eyed Ape People had lifespans of only eighty years, and after three thousand years of dynastic changes, many historic records had already scattered, the original history had become vague, and the truth was covered by a thin veil.

Noen and Casas ran all over the Ajia Kingdom, spending a full three years flipping through innumerable histories, seeking countless legends and anecdotes, and even purchased many ancient texts in the name of the Queen.

Eventually, amidst a vast sea of information, Noen and Casas pieced together the whereabouts of the Elf Priest Dorias from three thousand years ago.

After the death of King Lam, Dorias took control of the Kingdom’s power, and as the Kingdom’s population slowly increased, the barren desert could no longer sustain them. Dorias led the Kingdom to the south, following the guiding Prophetic Divine Power along the river to the Ajia plains, where they carved out a new world.

And once the son of King Lam came of age, Dorias returned the royal authority and set out on the journey home with the remaining members of his race.

Since then, no one has heard anything about the elves.

And after Noen and Casas conducted extensive investigations, they discovered that Dorias had made two prophecies before his return.

"You must not retrace the original path, just as the river does not flow backward,"

Casas murmured the prophecy.

This implied that the elves from three thousand years ago probably did not return the same way they came.

The other prophecy was this:

"You must never pause and look back, for disaster follows close behind."

Besides highlighting the danger of their journey, they also glimpsed some clues from this.

"Disaster follows close behind... Young master... Does this mean that the road Dorias has to take is fraught with extreme hardship?"

Noen asked aloud.

This was merely a guess, but it awoke something in Casas.

"I remember... Inside the Rove Desert, there’s a ’Path of Death.’"

Casas, having been the son of a Prime Minister, had encountered many camel caravans.

These camel caravans carried food, drinks, precious gemstones, and spices. They traveled between the cities and city-states of the Kingdom, often passing through the desolate Rove Desert.

As a result, among the camel caravans, countless rumors had circulated — some eerie, some magical, some absurd, some true. And among them, the most bizarre were about that Path of Death.

"Some have said they encountered ghosts there who would lead camels away at night, trapping people in the desert until they died of thirst; others said the weather was erratic, with daylight one moment and darkness the next; still others claimed that at night there are endless wails of ghastly spirits, those Three-eyed Ape People who once perished at the hands of elves...

And the scariest part is that the place is too barren, with no oasis or river, vegetation is extremely sparse... and often fierce sandstorms arise."

Casas muttered, a trace of cold sweat streaming down his face.

He knew, the rumors he recounted were just the tip of the iceberg of the ’Path of Death.’

"Noen... no one has ever crossed there."

Casas swallowed and said with fear.

Noen lifted his head at this moment and spoke:

"Perhaps we just don’t know about it...

Maybe those Logos people have crossed there and returned to that kingdom."

Casas saw Noen’s steadfast gaze, and he felt strangely bewildered.

Noen seemed...

No longer the boy who always obeyed his master’s every command.