Chapter 51: This is a Legend!

Feeling the aura emanating from Isabella, which was now in no way inferior to his own, the gold-rank knight flashed a dazzling look in his eyes and sighed:
"Is this the [Wings of Gold]? It can allow someone who has just stepped into the Gold rank at the seventh tier to rival the peak of the ninth tier in strength?"
With the golden wings behind her gently fluttering, Isabella said:
"Just the five of you, along with a skulking corpse fiend, are not enough to take the [Wings of Gold]!"

As her words fell, a heaven-shaking and earth-shattering aura suddenly erupted from Mr. Mordo, and an invisible wave of energy slowly emanated from above his head.
The invisible ripples began to slowly converge and condense, finally materializing into an ancient torch.
The torch radiated a solemn and profound atmosphere, as if coming from the distant antiquity, carrying countless forgotten stories and secrets.
At the top of the torch, a fierce blaze burned, leaving a thick layer of smoke stains around it like tattoos of the passage of time—an indelible mark in the long river of history, and even more, a medal of glory and suffering!

"The Flame of Inheritance!"
This was the legendary domain of Mr. Mordo, the guardian of the Daughter of the Golden Wings!
The light of the torch illuminated half the sky, making the entire firmament appear as if it were burning.
This was the full outburst of a legendary-tier expert's power!

From the first to the ninth tier, all extraordinary sequences involve cultivation and transcendence within the mental and physical realms.
Upon reaching the ninth tier, one begins to touch upon the laws.
Through the comprehension and application of these laws, one constructs their own domain.
Within one's own legendary domain, one is the sole master.
The strength between legends is a contest of their respective application and construction of laws within their legendary domains.
The stronger the legendary domain, the more complete the laws, and the greater the combat power it yields.
The distinction in strength is also very intuitive: the larger the area covered by the legendary domain and the more complex the materialized objects, the deeper the understanding and application of the laws.
And thus, the stronger they are!

A legendary domain is not easily unfurled, because this is a method that every legendary-tier expert reserves for confronting extraordinary beings of the same tier or above.
When facing lower-tier extraordinary beings, there is simply no need to employ the power of laws; the sheer suppression of mind and body alone can sweep away everything below the ninth tier.
Whether it was the guardian of the Southern Grand Duke's heir in the royal palace who was crippled by Adele before he even had time to unfold his domain,
or Raymond, the person in charge of the extraordinary arena—
neither of them had fully unleashed their legendary-tier strength.
Aside from disdaining to display their power against extraordinary beings below the legendary tier, it was also to avoid being too high-profile.
For no other reason than this: once a legendary domain is unfurled, extraordinary phenomena are bound to manifest!
Once a legendary domain is unfurled, it signifies a fight to the death!

At this moment, Mordo's domain of the "Flame of Inheritance" was fully deployed, its area covering an entire city.
Every citizen of Florence saw that fiercely burning sky and that ancient torch of inheritance that seemed to have existed since the dawn of time!
Simultaneously, the power of laws began to permeate and interfere with the reality of the physical world!
Those who had failed to step into the extraordinary, including extraordinary beings with weak willpower or high-tier individuals who did not intentionally use their mental strength to resist, suddenly heard a low murmuring sound in their ears, akin to an oath:
Burn away ignorance, illuminate all nations, the heritage undying, the sacred fire eternal!

Like the prologue of a grand drama opening, after the voice vanished, scene after scene intertwined with blood and fire, glory, unyielding spirit, and resistance were salvaged from the long river of history, emerging before everyone's eyes:
An ancient kingdom, a once-prominent noble family gradually declining, their former glory and wealth passing like a fleeting shadow, vanishing into the torrent of time.
The young Alex, as the last male heir of the family, depended on his elder sister for mutual support.
Hardships failed to extinguish Alex's thirst and pursuit of knowledge.
Especially after testing extremely high talent for fire-elemental magic, this craving became even more urgent.
However, in this kingdom, magical knowledge was monopolized by a handful of aristocrats and mysterious organizations. A fallen noble wishing to access magical knowledge had only a few meager paths:
To grovel and kowtow to nobles once equal to their family, or to sell their labor to shady, unseen organizations!

The dignity and pride of an ancient nobility made him flatly refuse to walk such a path.
An unyielding fire burned within his heart.
To acquire magical knowledge, Alex and his sister lived frugally, saving every single copper coin to buy precious books on magical inheritance.
Yet those books were often incomplete and their contents obscure and difficult to understand.
They inquired everywhere, seeking teachers capable of imparting magical knowledge, only to hit wall after wall, even suffering mockery and expulsion from the aristocrats.
The unyielding youth swore an oath in his heart:
One day, he would break the aristocrats' monopoly on magical knowledge!
He would give every youth in a situation similar to his the right to study magic!
He would make the flame of the inheritance of knowledge burn across the entire land!

Relying on his own intelligence and firm conviction, Alex collected fragmented spells and knowledge from various channels, thumbing through ancient literature in dilapidated libraries and studying late into the night under dim candlelight.
To support his studies, his sister labored day and night, performing all sorts of arduous jobs.
A noble maiden who should have been enjoying the happiest moments of life during her prime years was willing to cast aside noble face and dignity for the sake of her younger brother's future:
When dawn just broke, in the noisy vegetable market, she would argue face-to-face with vendors over a few copper coins, solely to buy the freshest and cheapest vegetables;
When the scorching sun hung high in the sky, she would hawk the textiles she had woven overnight on the street corners, wearing a ingratiating smile, hoping to sell a few more pieces;
As night fell, she would drag her exhausted frame into restaurants, scrubbing mountains of stacked dishes in a grease-filled and noisy back kitchen, her tender and delicate hands soaked until they turned pale white;
Every weekend, she would go to the homes of her former noble acquaintances to do housekeeping work, kneeling on the ground to wipe floors and move heavy furniture, simply to clean more thoroughly and earn a little extra tip...

Finally, Alex's persistence and sincerity touched an administrator working in the library, who introduced him to a magic master hailing from the Golden Wing family.
Under the master's guidance, Alex displayed astonishing talent and effort, eventually becoming an outstanding grand archmage of his generation.
Yet Alex never forgot his original aspiration, and the youth's oath began to be fulfilled at this moment:
He returned to his hometown, established a public magic academy, and broadly admitted students regardless of poverty or wealth; anyone with a love and pursuit of magical knowledge would be granted the opportunity to study...

Until that very day:
The blazing sun and the cold moon appeared in the sky simultaneously!
Alex's deeds spread throughout the kingdom!
The oath sworn by the youth back then echoed in everyone's ears!
The massive torch of inheritance took shape in the sky, mysterious forces of law intertwined across the plane, and the vast legendary domain unfurled slowly!
On that day, the young man named Alex became a legend!
On that day, the immensely talented young mage stepped into the legendary realm!
On that day, the ancient surname regained its glory and dignity!
From then on, everyone who knew him no longer called him by his given name, but instead respectfully addressed him as—Mr. Mordo!