Main World, Elves' Hope Island
At this moment, the island somewhat resembled the Mist World. A thin mist shrouded the entire island, and not even the noon sunlight could pierce through it.
Yet strangely, the island's interior did not appear dim. The trees had instead grown ever more lush and verdant.
"The Hope Barrier's power is growing stronger and stronger," the Grand Elder said with feeling. With his newly attained Legendary Realm, he could see that this barrier, the island, the forest, and even the Four Elemental Layers had formed something enormous and invisible.
The sunlight descending from the sky was absorbed and transformed before being scattered over the ground.
Luo Laike did not possess the strength to sense that core. He merely looked around.
He was now handsome and slender, dressed in Elven robes marked with four Golden Lines—the symbol of a Ninth Level mage.
Having transformed, he was now a fifty-year-old Elf, with another two hundred and fifty years ahead of him for study and advancement.
"May I ask what powers this barrier possesses?"
"According to our lord, this barrier is called a Mythal. It is a masterpiece of advanced magical arts, a living being woven from energy and elements."
"A living being?" Luo Laike's eyes widened in shock.
"Yes, a living being. In the broad sense, it can be regarded as a life-form. It possesses simple awareness, capable of absorbing and storing power. This Mythal has many powers. One of them is protecting Elves, as well as the souls of those who believe in our lord, from magical harm."
"Secondly, all hostile enemies entering it will have their strength drained. Though the process is slow, the longer they remain within, the faster they weaken."
"Conversely, when necessary, all Elves will receive blessings that strengthen them in many