Beneath the pale ancient tree that blotted out the sky, several figures moved forward slowly.
As the Sacred Tree of the elf race, the Elf Ancient Tree possessed an innate and overwhelming suppressive force against elves—a so-called racial advantage.
Although the ancient tree before them seemed to have fallen asleep, when faced with an existence of this caliber, even Ye Zhiyu Ling, as a High Myth, was still unable to resist the summons originating from the very source of his bloodline.
It was precisely because of this that, seeing Qian Sui beside him acting as though nothing was wrong—and even having the leisure and energy to whisper to someone nearby—a certain scribe felt exceptionally depressed.
He could understand why the other two were unaffected, since they were not elves. But she possessed pure Royalty blood, and her strength was so low—how could she possibly be unaffected? There was simply no justice in this...
Amid a certain scribe's resentment, they arrived at the very center of the ancient tree—the Tree Heart.
Pale branches, like Dry Bones, grew wildly and intertwined throughout the Tree Heart, resembling a sinister forest of thorny bones. Looking closely, one could spot quite a few humanoid Fruits hanging from that bone forest. As a faint breeze swept past, those Fruits swayed gently in the air.
...A breeze?
Suddenly realizing something, the Elf King transferred control of [Emerald Curtain] back to Ye Zhiyu Ling before charging straight out from beneath the curtain's protection.
"Little Ye, take them and charge toward the Tree Heart. I'll be there shortly—protect my mother!!"
With the Elf King's furious shout, an ultimate emerald light abruptly burst from his body. It was so dazzling that it instantly pierced through the obstruction of the pale bone forest and shot into the heavens.
In this world