Chapter 1509: Shocked Elf Empress! Transformation!

The Ancient Tree of Life, the Imperial Palace.

Upon the Wang Zuo, Yong Ge sat with eyes closed, meditating deeply.

Suddenly, she felt something.

Her exquisitely elegant face froze slightly, then her eyes opened.

Deep within her ink-green pupils, reflected a towering column of emerald light.

Even across thousands of kilometers, the vast life energy and ancient rhythmic heritage within that light remained unmistakably clear.

"This emerald light… has the Sacred Stele's T0-level heritage been activated?"

Yong Ge first blinked in surprise, then unconsciously smiled.

"Has our Elf Clan produced another world-shaking prodigy?"

"I wonder which lineage's little one has such extraordinary fortune."

She was in excellent spirits.

A T0-level heritage, even for the Elf Clan, was an event worthy of being recorded in history.

Every prodigy who could awaken a T0 heritage had limitless potential for future achievement!

This concerned the very future fortune of the clan.

Yong Ge slowly rose from the Wang Zuo, her ink-green luxurious gown trailing on the ground.

"Such a prodigy deserves personal reward."

Before her words had fully faded, her voluptuous, graceful form dissolved into a streak of emerald light and vanished from the hall.

The Sacred Stele Plaza.

The emerald light column lasted exactly ten breaths before slowly receding.

It finally dissolved into countless shimmering emerald specks, drifting into the air.

The Sacred Stele returned to stillness, as if the earth-shattering phenomenon had never occurred.

Yet the deathly silence across the plaza proved it was no illusion.

All Elf prodigies, including the startled elders of the Sacred City, stared dumbfounded at the figure before the stele.

Xu Jingming slowly retracted his right hand and turned around.

His expression remained calm as ever.

But deep within his dark eyes, faint emerald light swirled—the lingering imprint of the Eternal Green Emperor Scripture's heritage.

"Jingming! You're amazing! You actually activated the Sacred Stele's heritage!"

He had barely turned, taken two steps, when—

A fragrant breeze swept over, and Yue Ying rushed forward and hugged him, exclaiming:

"Tell me quickly—did you obtain a technique surpassing T3-level?"

As the Elf Clan's princess,

she could freely browse all techniques stored in the Elf Clan's archives.

She had no need, like other prodigies, to come before the Sacred Stele to sense techniques.

She didn't know what level of technique Xu Jingming had just awakened.

"It surpassed T3."

Xu Jingming smiled. "It should be a T0-level technique."

"T…T0-level?!" Yue Ying's eyes widened.

Nearby, Dai La, seemingly expecting this, murmured: "Of course."

Before Yue Ying could speak further,

a mature, regal voice, laced with unmistakable delight, suddenly rang from the sky.

"The Sacred Stele has radiated such brilliance—our Elf Clan has produced another world-class prodigy who has awakened a T0-level technique."

All looked up to see a majestic ink-green figure standing mid-air.

Silver hair flowed like moonlight, her long gown trailing through the air.

Her exquisite face bore a faint smile—it was Queen Elaina Yong Ge of the Elf Nation!

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Imperial Majesty!"

Every Elf in the plaza bowed deeply, voices filled with utmost reverence.

Yong Ge nodded slightly, her gaze sweeping downward.

Finally resting on the group of wildly excited young prodigies, her smile deepened:

"Which genius has awakened a T0-level technique from the Sacred Stele? Step forward, let this Empress see you."

Her mood was truly excellent.

The emergence of a T0-level heritage meant the Elf Clan would gain another future pillar of strength.

For the entire clan, this was a momentous joy.

Yet, after her words fell, the plaza fell into an eerie silence.

Every Elf prodigy stared, faces twisted with odd expressions, toward the same direction.

Yong Ge followed their gazes.

There stood Xu Jingming, smiling faintly as he met her gaze.

"Huh? Why are they all looking at him?"

Yong Ge still hadn't realized.

Indeed.

In her understanding, Xu Jingming was an outsider.

How could someone who couldn't even stir the Sacred Stele possibly attain a supreme art from it? Especially a T0-level one?

At that moment, Yueying exclaimed excitedly:

"Mother, it was Jingming who stirred the Sacred Stele!

He has attained a T0-level supreme art from it!"

Daela, beside her, also reported:

"My lord, the one who stirred the Sacred Stele's inheritance is not our tribe's prodigy."

She paused, her voice slightly dry:

"It is... Prince Xu Jingming."

Silence.

Deathly silence.

On Yongge's exquisitely beautiful face, the elegant smile froze solid.

Her emerald-green eyes widened slightly.

Deep within her pupils reflected Xu Jingming's calm figure, and the complex, indescribable expressions of the surrounding elven prodigies.

Xu Jingming?

That human with not a trace of elven blood?

Stirred the T0-level Sacred Stele inheritance?

How is this possible?!

Yongge felt as if thunder had exploded in her mind.

Her usually composed and calm spirit now churned with a colossal storm.

Slowly, she turned her head toward the Sacred Stele, now returned to stillness.

Upon its surface, the emerald vines remained lush and green, as if silently testifying that the earth-shattering phenomenon moments ago had not been an illusion.

"It is... Xu Jingming?"

Yongge's crimson lips parted, repeating the name.

Her voice was soft, yet carried a tremor she herself had not noticed.

"Your humble servant, Xu Jingming, has not disgraced your trust—by chance, I have gained some insight from the Sacred Stele."

Xu Jingming met her gaze and spoke.

His tone was calm, as if describing something utterly ordinary.

But to Yongge, each word struck like a hammer.

By chance?

The T0-level inheritance, that towering pillar of light—could that be explained by "chance"?!

Yongge gazed deeply at Xu Jingming, her emerald-green eyes filled with an unprecedented regret.

A non-elven could attain a T0-level supreme art from the Sacred Stele.

If Xu Jingming had elven blood, how unimaginably powerful would he be?

Alas, Xu Jingming was pure-blooded human, bearing not a single trace of elven traits.

As she lamented, Yongge noticed Yueying, standing gracefully beside Xu Jingming.

Her beautiful eyes instantly brightened.

Xu Jingming was not elven—but her daughter was!

Their offspring, though not pure-blooded elves, would still carry elven blood!

With Xu Jingming's astonishing talent, their child—

Even inheriting just one-tenth of his talent would be extraordinary enough!

Not to mention that her daughter Yueying's own talent was equally astonishing!

"Lord Lin'ge, I have done my best.

I could not stop Xu Jingming..."

Yongge silently thought.

She knew that Lord Lin'ge and Frost Crown Lord were not on good terms.

Her reluctance to give Xu Jingming the Eternal Core was partly due to this.

But now, Xu Jingming's performance had utterly conquered her!

If she continued to obstruct him,

Not only would her daughter Yueying be displeased, but she would also alienate this rare prodigy.

Thinking of this, a gentle smile appeared on Yongge's mature face as she softly opened her crimson lips:

"Since you have attained a T0-level supreme art, I shall honor my promise."