The Glory of Noxus.

In the endless dark space of chaos.

Nasus' obsidian body was covered with countless cuts and scars, and his right hand, which was tightly gripping a long-handled battle axe, revealed golden bones.

His consciousness was hazy and he could only heal his body with the immortal power bestowed upon him after his ascension.

However, Xerath's arcane power shattered space and exiled him to the turbulent space outside the material realm. The healing speed of the immortal power in his body could not match the damage caused by space.

Suddenly!

Nasus felt his skin growing warm, and the familiar power of the sun seeped into Obsidian's body through the wounds, increasing the activity of his immortal power.

He moved his body and slowly stretched his bent shoulders and legs. His neurons sent good news that his limbs were almost fully recovered.

Nasus slowly opened his eyes, and a deep purple glow disappeared in his pupils.

He lost track of time, which meant he had been in the dark space for an unknown amount of time.

With the help of the power of the sun, Nasus' body healed quickly. His only memory now is the final arcane torrent that destroyed the Tomb of the Emperors.

The darkness left and the sun set.

Nasus followed the blazing sunlight and noticed the material realm just around the corner.

He held on to his spirit and controlled his immortal obsidian body to slowly move forward.

Guided by the power of the sun, Nasus once again stepped into the material realm.

Where the emperor's tomb once stood, only a bottomless pit remained, like a mottled wound in the desert, silently telling of Xerath's unparalleled arcane power.

The morning light fell into the purple pupils, and Nasus saw the sun disk rising above the yellow sand in the distance again. A familiar figure buried deep in his memory stood before him.

It's Azir!

He was wearing golden eagle armor, his sleeves covered with iridescent feathers were raised, and his face under the helmet looked noble and majestic.

At his side was Sivir, who had disappeared in the Tomb of the King, with a layer of golden light covering her azure eyes.

"Nasus, long time no see!"

Azir spoke softly, and the golden scepter sprinkled the power of the sun to heal Nasus' body.

Nasus knelt on one knee and saluted respectfully to the God-Emperor.

When the sun disk rose above the yellow sand again, he understood that although Xerath was still a danger that could not be ignored, the reborn God-Emperor would surely lead the Shurima Empire to rise again.

And he will fulfill his past duties, providing guidance and advice to the new empire.

As if understanding what Nasus was thinking, Azir sensed that Xerath was waiting somewhere in the world.

There will definitely be a battle between them!

Azir took a step forward and gazed at the rising sun disk, the golden scepter in his hand shining brightly.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sun disk burst into light like the sun, endless wind and sand rolled up, and the disappeared ruins of the city were reorganized in front of them and rose to the ground.

The healing water flowed between the temples, and under the emperor's orders, one sun temple after another rose from the ground to welcome the sunshine.

Next, a large army of soldiers in armor came up along the city streets in neat steps and knelt on one knee.

Nasus quietly looked at the almost mythical means under the sun disk and came behind Azir.

"Your Majesty, can you find any trace of Renekton?"

Azir's eyes flickered when he heard this, and the bright sunlight covered the vast desert area.

"I'm sorry, Renekton has disappeared. Wherever the sun shines, there is no trace of him."

Nasus was silent, thinking of Renekton's abnormal state, clenching his finger bones around the long-handled battle axe, thinking secretly.

"I'll find you, brother!"

"It's time for us to go!"

Azir walked slowly forward, followed closely by Sivir and Nasus, and behind them were the Yellow Sand soldiers wearing golden armor.

"The Shurima Empire was once the glory of Runeterra. I will restore its glory!"

Azir, with the help of the power of the sun disk, overlooked the Shurima continent, which had almost turned into a desert, and swore a solemn oath.

The continent of Shurima, the land in the far west.

At the end of the Mother of Life, an oasis sits in the desert.

The central city is Nerimaj, which has left a significant mark in Shurima's history and is also the birthplace of Xerath.

Continuing westward from Narimaj, near the coastline of the Conqueror's Sea, there stands a mountain that almost reaches the sky.

Mount Targon!

The top of the world in Runeterra.

This towering mountain is made entirely of solid rock. It is bathed in scorching sunlight all year round and forever overlooks the mountains below. It is magnificent and unparalleled in the world.

Near Mount Targon, there is an uninhabited area far away from civilization, which is out of reach for many people.

Only the most determined seekers are lucky enough to see it.

Many legends in the world are related to Mount Targon, and like other mysterious places, Mount Targon is a shining beacon that attracts dreamers, madmen, and adventurers.

Some brave souls will attempt to climb this towering mountain, perhaps in search of wisdom and enlightenment, perhaps in pursuit of glory or some deep desire in their souls to reach the top.

At the top of Mount Targon, the Solari Cult.

The glow of the scorching sun shines on a magnificent and majestic temple standing on the top of the mountain.

At this moment, inside the temple, a blonde woman wearing golden armor and holding a giant sun sword stopped training.

"The fighting spirit of the Protoss? And the revived royal bloodline of the Shurima Empire?"

The celestial power in the blonde woman's body burned brightly through her eyes, as if she was crossing space and gazing at the battle situation on the Shurima continent.

"Which star spirit descended into the mortal world? And possessed the power of fire?"

"Angel of Justice Kyle? Her aura is a little different, and it's not time for her to descend yet?"

The blonde woman's skin flickered with blazing sparks, and the giant sun sword in her hand also burst out with bursts of scorching power.

After a long moment, the blonde woman withdrew her scorching sun eyes and walked towards the temple.

"Your Majesty Leona!"

The passing Lahoraks bowed to the blonde with fanatical looks.

Lady of the Dawn, Leona, is the guiding light of the Solari and the Rakkor people, just as the sun has always guided them forward.

He holds an extraordinary status in Mount Targon.

Leona nodded to the Lahoraks one by one, and when she arrived at the location of the Fiery Solari Sect, people were already waiting there.

"Arrange people to go to the Shurima continent. The royal bloodline of the Shurima Empire has returned to the world and contact them." Leona ordered.

"Also, find out if there are any star spirits descending, or if there are any star spirit gifted people appearing."

"Yes!" The members of the Fiery Sun Sect quickly made arrangements.

Although the Solari and the Rakkor are otherworldly, they are concerned about what is happening in Runeterra.

There have been several disasters that have brought deadly threats to Mount Targon and the Rakkor tribe living nearby.

At the foot of Mount Giant God.

A settlement to the north of the Rakkor tribe.

Between the endless rocks, plateau wheat grows tenaciously, unafraid of the harsh mountain wind or the hard rocks, until it matures.

Around the settlement, there are Rakkor people wandering around, some of them patrolling the plateau with spears in hand, guarding against the invasion of barbarians.

Or they might bend over in the wheat field, carefully cleaning out the pests hiding in the wheat to ensure the healthy growth of every grain of wheat.

At noon, fireworks gradually rose from the settlement and smoke from cooking curled up.

In the distance, there were shouts one after another. It was the sound of children finishing their play and running back home.

In a stone house near the plateau wheat, a weather-beaten middle-aged man sat in front of the door.

A torn blue cloak wrapped around his bare upper body, and extremely dim rune marks were engraved on the surface of his bronze skin.

The most eye-catching thing is the fatal scar from the left chest to the right abdomen. Even if it is frozen, it can still be seen to be shockingly horrible.

While looking at the thriving highland wheat in front of him, he wiped the bronze spear and shield in his hands.

Suddenly!

Flames burned on the bronze spear, and the shield also shone brightly.

It seemed to be calling him to fight.

"Hmm?" The middle-aged man stood up, pointing the spear in his hand towards the distant east, eager to try.

"Are these... the Ascended Ones reappearing? It looks like there are quite a few of them."

He stood there, looking towards the east of Shurima, looking melancholy and recalling the past.

At that time, he had slain Ascended Beings known as God-Warriors and guarded settlements during his reign over the Shurima Empire.

During the Darkin War, he defeated the infamous Darkin Swordmaster Aatrox and drove out the barbarians who attacked the settlements.

Now, a thousand years have passed, and the ascenders have reappeared.

“Is the mysterious future war about to sweep across Runeterra?”

The middle-aged man turned around and looked at the Rakkor people playing not far away. A hint of tenderness turned into determination and climbed onto his hard face.

Noxus Empire.

On the cliffs of the east coast, an old and dilapidated aristocratic castle seems to have been forgotten by time, hidden among the mountains.

The cracks on the dark grey city walls are like mottled scars, silently telling of the vicissitudes of the past.

The interior of the castle was a long-forgotten and delicate place filled with the smell of decay and death.

At the deepest part of the castle, a huge dance floor lay quietly, filled with bloody red blood, as if it was the source of life, but also like a curse of death.

Suddenly, the runes surrounding the blood pool lit up with a bloody glow, jumping in the darkness, as if something evil was awakening.

Under the influence of evil forces, the surrounding air became turbid and heavy.

At this moment, a bright red bubble emerged from the center of the blood pool, and then a petite figure rose from the blood pool.

He is a noble boy who looks extremely childish, but there is an evil aura around him, indicating that he is a very dangerous existence.

"Huo Jixing, Star Spirit!"

A clear voice sounded, but the tone was full of fear and anger.

The noble boy was suspended in the air. After absorbing all the blood in the blood pool, a sinister look appeared in his blood-red eyes.

"Damn it, you destroyed my thousand years of hard work!"

Vladimir spoke in a low voice, his original body dead, he wanted to restore his former strength.

Even with thousands of years of accumulation, it would still take a long time.

The most important thing is that his original body is the pinnacle of blood witchcraft and is simply incomparable to this body.

"A thousand years!"

Vladimir thought of the battle at the Tomb of the Emperors and regretted his greedy actions.

However, if he had the chance to choose again, he would still set his sights on Huo Jixing's star spirit body.

The previous Darkin War left him with psychological trauma, otherwise he would not have been so persistent in holding on to Huo Jixing and trying to get his flesh and blood.

"Star Spirit, are all beings your slaves?"

Vladimir clearly remembered how the Darkin who went against the will of the Protoss were destroyed. They had paid their lives to resist the Void, but ultimately perished at the hands of the Protoss.

"I want to live, I must continue to live!" Vladimir murmured as he looked at the resurrected weak body.

"Ok?"

Just as he was about to walk out of the dark room of the castle, he vaguely sensed something and looked back at the altar near the blood pool.

It is the magic circle for emergency communication within the Black Rose, which can span a distance of tens of millions of miles.

Once Vladimir could dine with the Pale Lady as an equal, but the interweaving of dark magic and blood sorcery caused the wine on the table to turn sour and the roses to wither, turning from bright red to black.

However, now that he has just been resurrected, he dares not contact the Pale Lady.

After thousands of years of cooperation, he knew the Pale Lady's dark personality better than anyone else.

"Did Iris go back and inform the Pale Lady of the result?"

Vladimir looked deeply at the altar with rapidly flickering light and resolutely left the castle.

He must avoid the Pale Lady, and then with the help of the Scarlet Order, secretly restore his strength.

For the sake of safety, he even secretly made a decision that if there were any signs of danger from the Scarlet Secret Society.

He would abandon everything, stay away from Valoran, and never get involved in anything again.