Dixu led the group to the village chief soon after.
She was a stunning woman who looked to be no more than thirty years old.
She has delicate features and an elegant demeanor, exuding the composure of someone in a position of authority in every gesture.
She bowed slightly and introduced herself to the crowd.
"I am Magia, the village chief of this village. It is a great honor for all of you to be here."
As she finished speaking, her gaze inadvertently swept towards the corner.
There, Elinalise stood behind the group, looking slightly flustered.
Magia frowned slightly, her expression becoming somewhat complicated.
However, she didn't immediately point it out. Instead, she looked away and turned to Rudeus, a gentle smile returning to her face.
"May I ask, Primordial God Impact, what important matter brings you here today?"
I chuckled softly.
"Village Chief Magia is indeed a straightforward person. In that case, I won't beat around the bush."
"I have indeed come today to discuss something with you."
Magia nodded slightly.
"This is not the right place to talk. Please follow me."
After she finished speaking, she led everyone to the village chief's reception room.
After everyone was seated, I glanced down at Leona in my arms, then looked up.
"Village Chief, you must recognize the child in my arms, right?"
Upon hearing this, Magia's expression instantly turned serious.
She slowly got up, took a few steps closer, and carefully examined Leona in my arms.
A moment later, her pupils suddenly contracted.
"This... could it be...?"
Her voice was filled with undisguised shock.
" Sacred Beast?"
I nodded.
"That's right, she is indeed Sacred Beast."
"And now, she's by my side."
I looked at Magia and said meaningfully:
"What this means, I'm sure Village Chief Magia understands better than anyone else."
Magia fell silent.
She stared at Leona for a long time before slowly sitting back down.
"So... what does Primordial God Genshin Impact mean?"
Without hesitation, I said directly:
"I received an oracle."
" The Demon God Laplace will be resurrected within a hundred years."
The atmosphere in the reception room froze instantly upon hearing this.
"If it is allowed to grow unchecked, when the Demon God truly regains its power, it will become a calamity that sweeps across the entire world."
Magia's brow furrowed deeply.
"How could we not know that disaster would one day strike again..."
She sighed softly.
"In fact, the Long-Ear Race had also foreseen a similar future."
"But you saw it too."
" The Long-Ear Race of today is no longer the glorious tribe it once was."
"Even if war were to break out again, our only choices would be to be slaughtered or to flee our homes and escape to other places."
I didn't answer immediately.
Instead, he looked past Magia and at the two Long-Ear Race warriors standing guard at the entrance to the reception room.
They all carried bows and arrows on their backs and kept asking:
"I remember that the Long-Ear Race should be skilled in using magic."
"But from the moment I entered the village, I noticed that all the warriors here seemed to be carrying bows and arrows."
"Why is that?"
After hearing this, Magia remained silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly.
"Well..."
"The original Long-Ear Race was not like this at all."
"A long time ago, we weren't even called the Long-Ear Race."
In that era, we were called— the Elf Race.
At this point, Magia's voice gradually lowered.
That was probably ten thousand years ago.
She seemed to want to tell a story buried by time.
But when she saw Roxy and the others behind Rudeus, she paused slightly.
I sensed the other person's hesitation and said:
These are my companions.
"You can rest assured, they won't leak anything."
Magia nodded, then continued.
"That's a legend that's been passed down for thousands of years."
"In that era, there was no war, and there was no disaster."
"Under the leadership of their Queen, the Elf Race lived a peaceful and happy life in the vast forests."
"Until one day..."
"The Elf Queen has discovered a strange river."
The water in that river shimmered with a light like stars.
"The fruit trees on both sides of the river are also completely different from those in other places."
"Their fruits are large, plump, and translucent, even emitting a faint glow."
The Elf Queen was curious, so she followed the river to find its source.
Finally, deep within a secluded cave, she discovered a strange lake.
A longing appeared in Magia's eyes.
That lake was later known as Moonlight Lake.
"The lake water, like a silver gem, shimmered with a soft light."
"In the center of the lake, a crescent moon that never fades is reflected."
"It contains an incredible magic."
"Later, the Elf Queen discovered through experimentation that the power of Moonlight Lake could alter the Elf Race's physique, making their bodies more compatible with magic."
"So she led the entire Elf Race to migrate there."
"With the power of Moonlight Lake, the Elf Race gradually grew stronger."
That period was the most glorious era for our clan.
However, at this point, Magia's voice suddenly became heavy.
"But..."
"The good times never lasted long."
One day, the water in Moonlight Lake suddenly became murky.
"The land that was once full of life has gradually lost its power."
"That place is no longer suitable for the Elf Race to live in."
"And since then, generation after generation has passed."
" The Elf Race' affinity for magic gradually diminished, and their ability to easily control magic slowly disappeared, eventually making them no different from ordinary races."
"Final..."
"And that's how they became the Long-Ear Race we know today."
Magia whispered:
As for why Moonlight Lake was polluted...
To this day, no one knows the truth.
"This is the reason for the decline of our race."
After hearing this history, everyone fell silent.
It turns out that the Long-Ear Race once had such a glorious past.
Moonlight Lake...
If such a magical place still exists today, I really want to see it with my own eyes.
I lowered my head and pondered, and I already had the answer in my heart.
The pollution of Moonlight Lake could not possibly be a simple accident.
A power capable of changing the fate of a race cannot simply disappear without a reason.
There must be someone manipulating all of this behind the scenes.
As for the purpose...
There's no need to guess anymore.
To prevent the Elf Race from producing a true powerhouse capable of reaching the realm of gods.
Who else could it be but that cunning old fox hiding behind the scenes?
After a moment, I slowly raised my head and asked:
Where is the former homeland of the Elf Race?
"Can you take me there?"
Magia paused for a moment.
"Are you going to the ancient lands of the Elf Race?"
"Now?"
She hesitated for a moment.
"But it's the rainy season now, and the roads are very dangerous."
"Why don't we wait a few days until the rainy season is over, and then I'll personally take you there."
"There's no need to wait that long."
"All you need to do is follow me and give me directions."
Although Magia was still doubtful, she eventually nodded in agreement.
The two quickly arrived at the village entrance.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, I casually waved my hand.
The next moment, a pitch-black spatial rift appeared out of thin air.
Two long swords slowly flew out from it and hovered in mid-air.
I pointed to one of the swords and said to Magia.
"Stand up."
Magia was completely stunned by what she saw.
"Huh?"
"Is it... really okay to stand on it?"
"Give it a try, it's really fun."
Magia hesitated for a moment, then carefully stepped onto it.
The next second, a gentle magical power instantly enveloped her.
There is no imbalance.
It did not fall.
Even wind and rain cannot get close.
The flying sword slowly rose into the air to her astonishment, then transformed into a streak of light and plunged into the rain.
"Etc..."
"What kind of power is this...?"
Magia gazed at the village receding into the distance, only one thought remaining in her mind.
Primordial God ...
What kind of being is it exactly?
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the two figures gradually disappeared into the torrential rain.