Chapter 63: Funeral Song of the Elves

Boom—!

A thick bolt of lightning exploded within everyone's spirit, and the entire Starry Sky was covered by blinding white thunder.

This was not the Elf King's counterattack, but His funeral song.

This was the last time He would unleash this thunder capable of splitting a planet.

A certain conceptual Storm and ocean waves were drawn out from the Elf King's crumbling body; He no longer had the ability to resist.

The surging seawater of the Chaos Sea wrapped around this conceptual Storm, gradually drawing near the Ancient Sun God, and finally merging into Him.

At the same time, the Dragon of Imagination, the Ancestor of the Phoenix, and the Giant King—the three Ancient Gods—suddenly launched their strongest attacks, intending to strike at the moment the Ancient Sun God merged with the Elf Characteristic!

Yet, at this moment, the Ancient Sun God looked up at the three Ancient Gods; the light flickering in His eyes was no longer a gentle pale gold, but a blinding white Lightning Storm carrying the aura of Destruction!

It seemed that in just an instant, the Ancient Sun God was already able to grasp the Authority of the Elf King.

The attacks of the three Ancient Gods all stalled.

Clang!

All portals leading to the Underworld opened at the first instant; a giant Phoenix disappeared behind the gate, and the gate slammed shut, sealing the entire Underworld into the deepest part of the Spirit World.

"Roar!" The Dragon roared in unwillingness, but could only retreat, instantly vanishing into the Astral World and returning to the City of Miracles.

Twilight solidified within the Astral World, but in the end, it also had to retreat; if He did not leave, perhaps the next person to be eaten would be Him.

Bang!

The Elf King's body lost the most important support—the Characteristic and Unique that maintained His own status—and collapsed directly.

As an Ancient God, He, like the other Ancient Gods, had consumed countless Characteristics; as long as it was related to Authority, He would not let it go.

Therefore, this eruption was once again a gift to the world; the Ancient God falls, and all things grow!

Countless thunderbolts splashed toward the Real World, the Spirit World, and the Astral World; those were various Ancient God Characteristics.

Only, unlike the previous time, this God War had a victor, and everything was His spoils of war.

However, the current Ancient Sun God seemed to have no more heart to pay attention to these, letting those Characteristics fly in all directions without intercepting them.

In the surging Chaos Sea beneath His feet, a certain aura was solidifying; that illusory Storm Symbol was gradually becoming real.

Only, on a certain level, this was very dangerous.

This was the end of the Second Epoch; the will of that God was terrifyingly strong. Every step closer to the original God, every additional Pathway accommodated, the probability of His awakening increased geometrically.

Of course, the Ancient Sun God had anticipated this, reaching out to take down the giant clock hanging on the Shadow and stuffing it into His own body.

This was an important means He had always used to suppress the God's revival, and now it could still help Him stabilize His own state.

The next instant, that giant light and shadow gradually shrank, finally submerging into the deepest part of the Creator Kingdom.

The Chaos Sea also collapsed into a small dot, gradually sinking into the ground and disappearing.

The Ancient Sun God also needed a certain amount of time to digest everything of the "Storm" Pathway.

The Astral World returned to its clearest state; all the Ancient Gods lay dormant, and the Elf King completely became history.

Chumen arrived outside the Elf Divine Kingdom at this time.

After the fall of the Elf King, this Divine Kingdom that had once carried all the glory of the Elves also began to collapse; some fell into the depths of the Spirit World, and some sank to the deep seabed.

Chumen watched the Jingling Shendian at the highest point collapse and shatter.

Gaoxinamu sat on the seat belonging to Her, behind Her was the ruined Jingling Shendian, and She was overlooking the final glory of the Elves.

In the end, She Herself also collapsed, Her body turning into several parts, and the Characteristics fell onto an unknown island.

Everything happened very naturally; Chumen discovered something, but he did not stop it.

Even if Gaoxinamu had fled at this time, he might not necessarily have pursued Her.

Countless members of the Elf Race fled to all parts of the world; human Beyonders were hunting them, but the scale was not large, and the Elf Race could at least preserve the majority of their people.

"Where is the God of Luck?"

Chumen suddenly thought of something and looked around; he saw the temple of the God of Luck, but it was already empty, and even all traces had been wiped away.

The subordinate god worshipped inside had long ago foreseen something and ran away.

"Is this Luck?" Chumen shook his head slowly; he really only wanted to make friends with the God of Luck!

"There is also a 'Beauty Goddess'."

Chumen searched for that Beauty Goddess who had only recently defected to the Elf King, only to find that she had also long since run away with the Blood Clan people.

If someone told him Lilith wasn't the one who tipped them off, Chumen wouldn't believe it!

Chumen reached out and pulled, dragging a treasure vault out from somewhere in the Elf Divine Kingdom.

This was the treasure vault of the Elf Race, the Beyonder Characteristics accumulated by the Elf Race over a thousand years.

"'Perfecter' Sequence 1, Civilization Enlightener?!" There were many Magical Items inside, but the one that could surprise Chumen was this "Civilization Enlightener".

"The Giant Race has the 'Civilization Scroll', and the Elf Race has the 'Civilization Enlightener'?"

A strange smile flashed across Chumen's face, "I'm afraid the remaining two Sequence 1s are also in the hands of those few extraordinary races that formed unique civilizations."

"Civilization Enlightener" inspires civilization; this is very reasonable.

……

Bethel arrived at the edge of the battlefield between the human Beyonders and the Elves according to Chumen's instructions.

It was just that he did not arrive at the right time; when he "Traveled" to this place, it was already the scene of Chumen committing the act of blasphemy and then revealing his Dream Body.

He marveled at his teacher's power, but the subsequent God War shook his soul even more; he did not even dare to look up, trembling in the endless divine might.

The Dream Badge on his body scattered specks of phosphorescence, protecting his spirit.

Just at one moment, his intuition stirred, and he suddenly turned his head to look, staring tightly at a distorted Space behind him.

That was a small puddle, a remnant left after the Elves summoned the tide to fight the human Beyonders.

The water was clear enough, as if it were a Mirror capable of reflecting all things.

As a "Mifaoshi", Bethel watched that puddle quietly; he dared not look up at the battlefield of the gods, but in some respects, he was reckless enough to directly use the "Eye of Mystery" he had recorded to examine that puddle.

In his eyes, within the puddle that was like a Mirror, a beautiful figure wearing a Dark Robe was looking back at him.

That gaze was filled with a kind of envy and a Distortion of resentment that he could not understand.

"Who are you?" Bethel felt a heavy malice, and no longer being polite, he used the Eye of Mystery to peer even deeper into the puddle.

Hum!

The Dark Robe suddenly flashed from the puddle, Bethel's expression changed slightly, and the Dream Badge on his body was actually trembling slightly.

"Teacher's aura!" Bethel was astonished.

"Are you His Apprentice?" An exceptionally sweet voice rang in his ears, and in that instant, Bethel could even imagine what a beautiful and moving young lady this must be.