I Ascend to the Divine Throne through Arcane Means Chapter 1427: 806: The Elf God's Response

Chapter 1427: Chapter 806: The Elf God’s Response

Elf Country Tirion,

In the heart of the Little World Forest stands a magnificent Holy Temple.

The temple is entirely built from moon-white Starlight Stone, shimring with a pearl-like iridescent glow at dawn and dusk.

The temple’s do, soaring over a hundred feet, is covered by a transparent crystal canopy, allowing the celestial glow of stars to pour down directly, weaving together with the ethereal light bands inside the temple to form a flowing astral map.

Twelve Jade Pillars entwined with Yggdrasil leaf carvings uphold the do, each pillar crowned with a large gemstone that refracts light to cast tiny rainbows on the ground, creating a Holy corridor of light.

In the very center of the temple stands a colossal Divine Statue of the Elf Main God, Correlon, towering over thirty ters high.

His statue, carved from a single block of white material, exudes a translucent jade-like glow under the light bands.

The facial lines of Correlon’s statue are gentle yet solemn, with his left eye twinkling with the pale golden light of dawn and his right eye shimring with the dusk’s impending purple hue.

In his left hand, he holds the Silver Leaf Staff, symbolizing the Elf’s authority, its shaft entwined with silver vines ford by light bands.

His right hand extends outward, an upturned palm cradles a miniature sun model, symbolizing Correlon’s main Divine Artifact, the Sun Wheel Holy Crown.

It slowly rotates following the real sun’s trajectory, casting a warm, non-blinding golden halo.

On either side of Correlon’s statue stand the Divine Statues of other mbers of the Elf God System symtrically.

So statues are crafted from weathered oak and bronze, their faces etched with leopard spots, wings of light arching from their backs, with each feather glistening with the luster of morning dew;

Others are made from obsidian and mithril, with facial lines as cool as moonlight, holding in their hands a book written in light bands, pages turning to scatter tiny starlights, spreading like flowing Star Sand across the ground…

Lis follows Adela into this Holy Temple.

As the most important place in Elf Country Tirion, Lis has no doubts about the authenticity of the statues of the Elf Gods in this temple.

These truly are the most accurate depictions of those Divine beings!

As Lis discreetly observes, he feels a vague pressure.

As if he is being watched by so exalted presence.

The Holy Temple is enveloped in a powerful and exalted Holy Power, the air carrying a subtle fragrance, a blend of Morning Dew, new leaves, and starlight freshness.

Upon stepping into the temple, Lis feels a slight tremor beneath his feet, as if resonating with the heartbeat of the entire forest.

Though there is no one else in the temple besides Adela and Lis, faint prayers seem to echo in Lis’s ears.

The light bands descending from the do sway gently with the rhythm of the prayers, casting flowing halos on the statue’s surface, as if the Divine is manifesting its reverence.

Lis obediently follows Adela to the center of the temple.

In front of him, stands the statue of the Elf Main God, Correlon.

At this mont, Adela dons a moon-white ceremonial robe encrusted with Star Sand, stepping barefoot onto the altar before Correlon’s statue.

She takes from her waist a silver bottle engraved with intricate patterns and pours the stored Morning Dew onto the altar.

The mont the dew touches the ground, it transforms into fine starlight, flowing along the Star Sand inlaid on the ground, ultimately forming a continually flowing Ring of Life on the altar.

Adela raises her right hand, joining her forefinger and middle finger to lightly touch her brow, beginning to recite the Silver Leaf Prayer.

It’s a hymn written in an Ancient Elf Docunt praising Correlon.

Adela’s voice is as clear as the first chirping of morning birds, with each syllable she utters, Correlon’s statue shines once.

“O Supre Main God Correlon,

You are the first ray of dawn piercing through the forest leaves,

The eternal verses whispered by the Jade Forest under moonlight.

You awaken the slumbering forest with the Silver Leaf Staff,

You cause the vines to bloom the first green amidst desolation,

You let the stars in the night sky outline the destiny of the Elf Clan.

From crescent to full moon, from waning to new moon,

You guard the resting place of every fallen leaf, every star’s path,

You guard the never-extinguishing glory of the Elf Clan in the river of ti.

You inscribe answers on the ground with light bands, manifest prophecies on the do with astral trails,

You let the Elf Clan avoid calamities, seize opportunities, guided by the stars.

You are the embodint of the Heart of Nature, the source of Healing and growth!

You crown Nature and wield the stars as your staff!

May under your guidance the ancient Wisdom of the Elf Clan be carried forth,

May under your brilliance, we tread towards eternal peace and glory.

…

O Supre Main God Correlon,

Please accept our deepest praise and prayer!

May your Holy Light forever illuminate the path of the Elf Clan!

May your eternal Wisdom forever guide our direction!

May your compassionate Strength forever guard our souls!”

With Adela’s prayer, Correlon’s statue’s Silver Leaf Staff suddenly bursts forth with a sevenfold rainbow light, projecting a trendously large tree shadow on the do.

The starlight flickering among its branches seems to resonate with the distant forest, and Lis seems to hear the faint sound of trees growing.

And the tree projection, Lis recognizes it at first glance.

It’s the World Tree Yggdrasil!

As the prayer reaches its conclusion, Adela spreads her arms, and the Star Sand on her ceremonial robe seems to start flowing, resonating with the light bands of the temple’s do.