"I saw a vast, boundless library."
The always mature silver-haired youth, Herman, answered softly, blinking as if he still didn’t want to awaken:
"Every book is imparting to me knowledge of a higher level of mysticism."
"I saw my hometown," Lucia continued, her voice filled with deep longing:
"That crimson field and the various strange creatures running through it... I haven’t returned for three or four years."
"I saw an endless starry sky," Ron answered briefly, without further explanation.
After all, that was a personal revelation for him, not needing to share too many details with others.
Eve smiled slightly, her amethyst eyes full of mystery: "I saw freedom."
Simple words, yet they conveyed the endless yearning in the heart of the black-haired princess.
At this moment, a clock tower in the distance chimed seven times, heralding the arrival of night.
The lights of the entire Dawn Harbor illuminated.
Not ordinary firelight or magic lamps, but countless tiny magical stars.
Like scattered star fragments upon the earth, draping the whole city in a dreamy silver veil.
"It’s about to start!" Herman suddenly pointed excitedly towards Lance Square in the distance:
"The ’Feast of Light’! The finale of the Lance Festival!"
Ron looked in the direction he pointed, seeing a densely packed crowd already gathered in the square, with a performance area isolated by a special magic array at the center.
Dozens of wizards wearing robes of various colors were making the final preparations there.
"We must quickly find a good spot!"
Lucia urged, her eyes full of anticipation:
"This year’s scale is larger than previous years, and it is said that the performers involved are all at the level of senior modulators!"
Eve seemed to be infected by this excitement too, as the nanny golem gently lifted the slightly immobile girl, moving quickly forward with the group.
The group moved through the streets to Lance Square.
When the crowd recognized Eve’s identity, they naturally formed a path, allowing them to easily reach the front-row viewing area.
Ron noticed that the two nanny golems remained ever vigilant.
Their energy cores were in a highly active state, ready to respond to any potential threat at any moment.
A long horn sound echoed, and the noise of the square quieted immediately.
All eyes focused on the performance area.
As a dazzling white light flashed by, the performance officially began.
Dozens of beams of different colors shot up from around the square, each representing a specific type of energy.
These beams converged high above the center, forming a massive energy vortex, like a mysterious eye opening.
The vortex slowly expanded into a giant light ring with a diameter of over several hundred meters.
The energy within it constantly changed, forming countless small patterns and runes, each with its unique meaning:
Some represented Lance’s early experimental records, others his most famous theoretical formulas, and some were the outlines of various strange creatures he created.
"That’s Lance’s Chronology."
Eve explained softly:
"Legend has it that throughout his life, he created over three thousand different biological variants, completely rewriting the foundational theory and practical methods of bloodline studies."
"Look at that!"
Lucia suddenly exclaimed, pointing at an emblem pattern in the light ring:
"That’s the ’Three Cycles,’ one of Lance’s most important theories!"
Ron’s gaze was firmly drawn to the emblem.
It was a complex pattern of three snakes biting each other’s tails, representing the eternal cycle theory of energy, matter, and soul.
This theory posits that all forms of existence are in endless cycles.
Energy transforms into matter, matter nurtures the soul, and the soul guides energy.
This is one of the core foundations of bloodline modulation, as well as the core knowledge imprint symbolizing the field of bloodline studies today.
The light ring continued to shift various patterns, each drawing rounds of astonishment from the audience.
Finally, the light ring began to shrink, the energy gradually condensing into a lifelike human figure projection—Lance himself.
This projection, nearly a hundred meters tall, was composed of pure magic power, yet with astonishing detail.
That solemn face, eyes deep as an abyss, revealed an eternal craving for knowledge.
And the recording crystal pen that was always in hand, was perfectly recreated.
"On the path of pursuing knowledge, never fear failure."
The projection began to speak, its voice resonating throughout the square:
"Every failure is the cornerstone of success, every mistake a step toward truth. Only through eternal seeking can we illuminate that dark wilderness of ignorance."
This was one of Lance’s most famous maxims during his lifetime, revered by countless scholars.
In the final stages of his life, even when afflicted by an evil curse, he persisted in his daily experiments and recordings.
Ultimately, before completely perishing, he completed his most important work—Bloodline Origin Theory.
As the maxim concluded, the projection slowly dissipated, transforming into a sky full of stars, showering everyone participating in the celebration.
These light points, upon touching people, created a subtle warmth.
As if the flame of Lance’s wisdom kindled for a moment in everyone’s hearts.
As the performance ended, thunderous applause arose from the square.
"It was an indescribable experience. I participate in the celebration every year, yet never tire of the ending performance," Herman sighed softly.
"After all, each year’s presentation is different."
Liss added, her voice full of longing: