The Passage of Time

In the future, on the Kalimdor Continent, in Durotar, the Horde capital of Orgrimmar.

On a quiet night, Warchief Thrall stared at the smoldering brazier before him, the worry in his heart never easing. Broxigar and his scouting party had been gone for so long, yet there was still no word from them. That disturbance had vanished as well. What exactly had happened?

Suddenly, Thrall sprang to his feet, electricity beginning to crackle around the Doomhammer in his hand.

A human in a black robe slowly appeared. "Do not be nervous, Great Chief. I mean no harm. I only came to return something." With that, a pair of axes appeared in the mysterious man's hands.

"I do not recognize these axes, human. But they seem to carry an aura I find familiar?" Thrall looked at the axes in confusion.

"These axes belonged to a warrior. He fought alongside us, and in the end, he sacrificed himself to buy us precious time. Broxigar was a hero. He deserved the eternal reverence of the orcs."

Thrall's eyes widened. By the time he came to his senses, the axes were already in his hands, while the mysterious man had vanished. Thrall immediately rushed outside, but the guards looked utterly bewildered and reported that no one had entered just now.

Just then, a dragon's roar rang out. Everyone looked up to see a red dragon beating its wings as it vanished into the distant sky.

"Remember him, Great Chief! During the War of the Ancients, Brox wounded a Dark Titan with those axes in his own hands." The mysterious man's voice echoed in Thrall's mind.

Ten thousand years earlier, after the War of the Ancients had ended.

A magnificent new city, Darnassus, stood atop World Tree Teldrassil, where the Night Elves would thrive for generations. A colossal floating city also hovered beside the World Tree, slowly circling its main trunk.

Suramar City had settled into proper order. The Council of Truth governed the city and the Highborne, maintaining good cooperative relations with their fellow Night Elves. The World Tree's blessing also extended to them.

Meanwhile, on the sea not far from the World Tree, a towering spire stood tall, plunging straight into the deep ocean. The entire structure was built from precious thorium and Fel Iron, its silver-white body covered in mysterious magical runes.

Yet the part above the sea was merely the tip of the iceberg. Deep beneath the ocean, it connected to an even larger circular structure. This was the resting place that the Night Elves and Highborne had built together for the Divine Emissary.

Hu Feng brought Elisande into the secret sanctuary at the very bottom. No one was permitted to enter it, and naturally, it contained nothing but a stable portal. At this moment, Hu Feng and Elisande had already returned to the planet Sargeras.

The upper levels, meanwhile, became places of cultivation for mages and priests who fervently believed in the God of Magic. Here, countless towering Faceless Ones served as teachers and guards. They taught mind and mental magic, while those fanatics chosen here underwent ascension and obtained a higher form—the Nightborne.

Their bodies became more slender, magical circuits gleamed across their skin, their eyes were composed entirely of energy, and a ring formed from arcane energy floated behind their backs. The Nightborne formed a fanatical organization: the Crusaders of the Truth. Independent from the Council of Truth, their greatest wish was to die for their god, then ascend to the divine kingdom and become legendary magic Chosen of the Gods, much like angels.

Year after year, time passed, and the Night Elves began expanding their territory once more. Many small cities and villages had already been established in nearby Darkshore and Ashenvale.

Exploration of Felwood had also begun, and they had formed friendships with the local Woodland Furbolg tribes.

Other than murlocs, intelligent creatures with whom communication was impossible, the Night Elves formed relations with the local natives wherever they went. This allowed their territory to expand rapidly.

The struggle between faiths was also exceptionally fierce, though fortunately, it remained healthy competition. Ashenvale needed no explanation—it was completely the domain of druids, after all, since the Forest Demigod Cenarius lived there.

Tyrande's Temple of the Moon and the Sentinels took responsibility for local defense and priestly duties.

The Highborne mages were much slower. They were enthusiastic about building Mage Towers everywhere, choosing a few talented apprentices, then shutting themselves away to become homebodies. Still, since they always did their best to help whenever needed, everyone simply let them be.

Garrond Shadowsong had laid down his heavy responsibilities and begun living in seclusion. He knew full well that he was a good warrior, but not a good leader in peacetime. He now lived a tranquil, detached life on Teldrassil.

Much later, news arrived from across the sea through an adventurer: the self-exiled Dath'Remar and the Sunstrider Family had endured countless hardships and continued onward with the aid of a primitive race called humans. In the end, they established their own city and homeland in a place known as Quel'Thalas.

They now called themselves High Elves, and using a small vial of water from the Well of Eternity that Dath'Remar had brought out, they rebuilt a source of magic: the Sunwell.

Because the High Elves did not have the World Tree's blessing, they would grow old, fall ill, and die. The long passage of time had also changed their skin from pale violet to white.

However, because they were also elves, the High Elves chose a diplomatic style that kept them detached from worldly affairs. Even their expansion only involved modestly widening their territory. The Night Elves planted endless forests as barriers, while the High Elves built the towering Wall of Quel'Thalas to isolate themselves from the world.

That adventurer was a High Elf. After narrowly escaping death time and time again, he finally returned to the Kalimdor Continent and brought the Night Elves news of their former kin. After devoutly worshipping at the resting place of the God of Magic's Divine Emissary, the High Elf adventurer set out on his return journey. From that day onward, there was no further news of the High Elves or the other continent.

As for Hu Feng, he was living quite comfortably. During the day, he watched the Nightborne work hard to construct buildings on the planet Sargeras or practice controlling Void and fel energies. At night, he fooled around with Elisande, doing certain embarrassing things.

Elisande also returned several times during this period. Every time she emerged from the deepest part of the resting place to inspect Suramar City, the Highborne and Nightborne became even more fanatical. Maintaining an appropriate sense of presence and occasionally bestowing miracles was Hu Feng's foremost principle.

Everyone now knew that the enormous planet in the distance, visible to the naked eye and radiating a blue halo, was the divine kingdom of the God of Magic. Every so often, changes would appear across its surface, proving that the buildings upon that divine kingdom were rapidly increasing.

As time continued to pass, Hu Feng finally gained complete control over the Old God on the second planet Sargeras, then awakened it.

The two Old Gods were the Mill-Eye Demon and the Ten-Thousand-Throat Beast. One was covered entirely in eyeballs, while the other was covered in huge fanged mouths. These two enormous mountains of flesh looked incomparably disgusting.

Suppressing his nausea, Hu Feng ordered the Ten-Thousand-Throat Beast to burrow into the interior of the planet Sargeras. Its future task was to control the changes across the entire planet and assist in the hatching of Hu Feng's Titan Core.

The Ten-Thousand-Throat Beast excelled at influencing and corrupting minds. His whispers echoed throughout Sargeras, and the creatures across the entire planet would gradually become more fanatical and loyal toward Hu Feng without realizing it.

The Ten-Thousand-Throat Beast's second task was to gather the faith of all the Faceless Ones and elven believers aligned with Hu Feng on Azeroth, then transmit it to the Titan Core at the planet's center. Combined with the immense power of faith Hu Feng himself received every moment, his Titan Core was growing increasingly powerful, yet its hatching time was becoming even longer.

The core needed to absorb and control the power of faith, Void Energy, fel energy, and all other forms of power at the same time. Therefore, compared to the struggling Azeroth, Sargeras's hatching conditions were countless times better.

Hu Feng cast the second Old God, the Mill-Eye Demon, onto Azeroth, where it burrowed into the deepest depths beneath the ocean at the resting sanctuary built by the elves.

Soon afterward, the Highborne mages cultivating in the Tower of Slumber discovered that many tentacles had suddenly grown throughout the tower, each topped with a round, enormous eye that scanned the surroundings. An oracle descended: this was the Sacred Beast Eye of Truth sent into the mortal world by the God of Magic. Its eyes could see through all illusions and hostility, while its mind magic and corruptive power could influence all things in the world.

The chamber at the deepest level was now occupied by a small portion of the Mill-Eye Demon's body exposed above the ground. It had swallowed the portal into its body. Without Hu Feng's command, no one could enter or leave.

The appearance of the Sacred Beast made the Highborne even more excited. They had finally seen the legendary Eye of Truth!

The Highborne's symbol was now an eyeball representing the truth of all things. The Sacred Beast's arrival further proved that they were right.

Countless Highborne began traveling to the deepest chamber to worship. Although the Mill-Eye Demon was called a Sacred Beast, it was still an Old God. The wisdom of the Old Gods was unmatched; otherwise, they would not have been entrusted with the task of corrupting Titans.

Thus, a deep voice echoed throughout the resting sanctuary. The Old God's whispers taught the Highborne while making them even more fanatical and loyal.

However, the Mill-Eye Demon had an even more important task. It had to resist the corruption of the Titan by the other Old Gods on Azeroth, who belonged to different factions and served the Void Lords. It also had to instill in Azeroth, this newborn Titan, the idea that Hu Feng was a wonderful person and a dependable friend...

Hu Feng's staff, "Origin of Divine Power, Azeroth Binder," was enshrined atop the high tower in Suramar City. This was where Hu Feng had once lived, and it had now been transformed into a temple.

After Elisande stepped down, the Council of Truth elected a new Archmage. Only the Archmage was qualified to use this Artifact Staff when necessary. Of course, "Origin of Divine Power, Azeroth Binder" possessed a mind of its own. If it did not approve of that person, then even the Archmage could not use it when needed.

The Night Elves lived in absolute peace, but that peace would soon be shattered.

An oracle descended, ordering the Night Elves and Highborne to build a wall encircling the entire elven territory through Darkshore, Ashenvale, Felwood, Mount Hyjal, and Winterspring, while constructing military fortresses at key routes and passes.

Garrond Shadowsong would emerge from seclusion once more and serve as commander-in-chief of the Elven Border Army.

Although the elves did not quite understand this decision, they still obeyed the oracle and began a massive construction effort. This was Hu Feng's thinking from before his transmigration at work. He gloriously carried forward the traditional Chinese mindset of stockpiling grain and building great walls, a fortress-like defensive strategy. He intended to turn the Night Elves' territory into an impregnable giant iron fortress.

Thus, a version of the Great Wall from another world slowly emerged. The Bronze Dragons, the Keepers of Time, were nearly in tears. The Night Elves had never done anything like this in the original history!

There was no need to guess—it had to be another stunt pulled by that Divine Emissary. Only he had the ability to order the entire elven race into such a massive undertaking. Yet they did not dare stop it, especially after the King of Time Nozdormu repeatedly ordered that any changes related to the Divine Emissary were to be treated as though they had never been seen...