Elven world.
Speaking of it, the entire Elf Giant Tree is now devoid of people.
The Elf Gods have mostly died of old age or been ambushed and killed, even those Popes and Cardinals couldn’t bear the loneliness and descended the trees, era after era...
As a result, they died inexplicably.
Thinking about it now, it was obviously Elis’s doing.
But now she’s no longer in this world, and it’s impossible to pursue the matter further.
The whole World Tree only has Minis left.
At first, Minis thought so until that fat Golden Giant Dragon walked out of the Holy Hall of Light, and he rembered there was this existence.
It was still alive.
And in order to sleep, it had already evolved a tortoise-like ability, eating once and not getting hungry for months.
It slept for several months, only to find the world had changed.
But for this Holy Dragon, nothing mattered.
At this mont, he descended an oracle:
"Master, the oracle descends in dreams, the winter fog sweeps through chaos, this world will face a cold disaster."
Mills wanted to ask more, but the other party wobbled back to sleep.
"This is simply..."
Minis couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.
With the cold disaster coming, the world might not be peaceful again.
And perhaps his world wasn’t the only one to face such events; the Abyss World might face unrest as well.
He thought for a bit and inford Sylph, taking out a white bird.
A touch of his finger, and the ssage was entered.
Rustle~~
The bird flew up again.
anwhile, in the Abyss World.
A giant crystal coffin stood tall on the Crystal Wall, vaguely showing a handso, towering, semi-transparent figure inside, embracing a Crystal Holy Sword in slumber.
In the new era, these Abyss Species were just born—skeletons, slis, demon dragons, fairies... curiously observing the ruins, studying fragnted records and books.
Holy Hall Martial God.
People looked at that vast existence visible like the sun from any location in the world with awe in their hearts.
So said He was sleeping.
Others said He was overlooking the earth.
And in this Abyss World stood twelve Crystal Holy Swords, crystal clear, scattered in an interlaced manner, appearing very magical and fantastical.
In the endless sea depths.
The bird, upon encountering water, began diving directly, without any discomfort, finally landing in a gigantic underwater academy.
This underwater academy sat on a spiral-shaped mountain beneath the sea, covered in soil.
In fact, the interior of the academy’s mountain was a coiled-tailed serpentine-bodied naga, sleeping within.
Sylph received the letter and opened her eyes: "The cold winter apocalypse, huh? I understand."
She conveyed a ssage to Tukashi.
But Tukashi was indifferent:
"The gods have fallen, the Father no longer protects those on earth; the only ones who can protect them are themselves... tell them, their fate lies in their own hands."
"Those on earth should learn to love and pity themselves."
Sylph pondered for a while, then nodded.
At this mont.
Wadon ca forward and said, "Teacher, I want to exchange for a bloodline."
"So you’ve saved up thirty thousand Contribution Points?"
Sylph opened her eyes, calculated ticulously, and looked at the five students before her, "Are you all sure about giving your Contribution Points to Wadon?"
"Yes."
The group exchanged glances.
They had painstakingly managed the academy comrce, and in no ti, it was already in ruins, making all their efforts go to waste, leaving them heartbroken.
Now, in a new era where everything is to be rebuilt, with the two Father Gods indifferent to worldly affairs, it was their opportunity to rise again.
"I understand, my students... may your ambitions blossom."
Sylph looked at them deeply, "I will visit the human society there to give you the Half-Elf potion."
...
In reality.
At three in the afternoon, in the villa, Wadon and others felt anxious and excited.
Knock knock knock.
The door slowly opened.
A cloaked figure walked into the room, observing the five elders sitting in this dieval-style living room, constructed perfectly in the style of a Wizard Academy.
"You put in a lot of effort."
Sylph removed her hat, revealing green hair and pointed ears, "The Sylph Dark Night Elf Academy is being rebuilt, and there will be a place for you as well."
However, Sylph no longer had the mood to manage the academy.
She focused on her own projects, leaving the Elf Academy on her body to others for managent and developnt.
"Wadon, co over to the room; I will inject you with the second Elf bloodline potion."
Sylph turned around; she hadn’t been capable before, but since Elis’s era ended, she could do it now.
"Yes, teacher!"
Wadon was sowhat excited.
Outside, a few elders exchanged glances, rely sighing.
"Don’t worry, this is our best opportunity!"
"Yes, amidst the rebuilding, as long as Wadon becos a Half-Elf and an Extraordinary Life, with a physical experience ten tis that of a normal person, he can catch up to the natives inside, and he will have the chance to beco a new king!"
"Indeed, with our assistance, the potential is great; if missed, the chance will never return!"
"Sadly, there’s no longer a Divine King, only a human king on earth."
...
Seizing opportunities is an essential skill for every businessman.
And each wealthy person present had seized various opportunities in life to rise to this level and naturally wouldn’t let the present slip by.
Before them, they lay dormant for a long ti; it was the best chance for the transmigrators!
Soon after.
Wadon reerged.
This trembling white-haired elder was gradually donning a head of dark green hair, ears slightly pointed, and his old, wrinkled skin turned fair, his face appearing twenty or thirty years younger, quite astonishing.
And this transformation was a slow, continuous process estimated to take one to two months to complete.
"As expected of the Elf longevity species!"
"Congratulations on becoming part of the Longevity Family!"
Several people were envious.
Everything else was fine, but their old friend before them had actually turned into a living Half-Elf!
Sylph put her hood back on, "Don’t get too excited, the bloodline cannot be passed on, reproduction is essentially impossible."
"Yes..." Wadon beca a bit stiff for a mont.
The Wadon before them was like the hybrid offspring of a horse and a donkey, a mule, possessing compatible bloodlines from both creatures, healthy, but mules were not capable of reproduction.
"Do what you should, do not overstep."
Sylph spoke calmly, then directly turned and left, leaving behind the incredibly excited elders.
A day later.
Wadon, with the other four, bid farewell to ntor Sylph in the depths of the sea and headed to the surface of the Abyss World.
They finally beca graduates of the Magic Academy.
They traversed the ruins.
The entire ocean floated with countless planks, decks.
Within the underwater city, countless newborn children continuously observed everything.
The second Abyss War was now over.
There were no victors, people searched for materials to continue survival from the war’s ruins.
A group of pioneers had explored here for a long ti, said to have been the site of the Sylph Dark Night Elf Academy, but what use was that?
All knowledge was fragnted.
Worldwide, only ruins were left.
"Look what I found!!!" a pioneer shouted excitedly. Companions all gathered around.
It turned out to be a terribly tattered, blackened, and broken piece of paper, with only a few barely discernible words:
"Divine Master Elis, leading the Abyssal Creation Gods, to face an unimaginable opponent, the rciful Fathers are dead, making those on earth the new Fathers."
The pioneers stood silent for a long ti, motionless.
At this mont, Wadon, draped in a white robe and holding a staff, approached slowly, "Children, don’t worry, I co from the old age, witnessed the enthronent of gods with my own eyes, also saw the queen’s downfall, and witnessed that overwhelming battle."
"The rise and fall, the wisdom of that era, all exist within my mind, I will bring this era back to that, even further into the chanical magic era."
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