Chapter 3038: On the Wang Zuo

Luweiya had also said that even if Emilia became the Chosen One, she must deal with the woodland's problems before the end of the full moon phase of the three moons. The diviner lady had really said everything in advance.

"Although I already know what will happen after losing your suppression, I must listen to you confirm it again: if I don't agree to let Miss Emilia Siamonode become a tree, what will happen?"

Some sounds came from behind. It seemed that many people still thought that the "God-Caller's" assumption was a bit too bold. However, in the falling snow now, no one really dared to scold the "God-Caller" loudly.

"First of all, this means that all your sacrifices tonight have become a joke. If you don't want her to sit on it, you should have taken everyone away from the woodland in advance."

The old man stood with his back to his huge headless corpse, his voice becoming a bit slow:

"As for the consequences, that scar that tore the time order of the material world will swallow Vistalin Woodland, which is located 'above' it. Then the entire area will become a crossroads connecting the past, present, and future. All kinds of banished evil things and monsters capable of traveling through time will enter your era from here."

"Besides that, the scar that lost suppression will further tear the reality of time and space. Simply put, the disaster of time will make doomsday come faster."

Xia De was silent for a while:

"Besides Emilia, is there anyone else qualified to sit on the throne?"

"Of course there is."

The old man nodded lightly:

"Theoretically speaking, except for the Chosen One himself, others who have inherited the ancient divine power of the World Tree, after obtaining the seed that is about to sprout hatched by the Chosen One through the Battle of Time, all have the ability to sit on this throne. The Chosen One of Time is of course the most suitable choice, and a wreckage of the World Tree as powerful as me can also be considered qualified. It's just that it's already the Sixth Era now, and you can't find it."

He knew what Xia De wanted to say:

"That staff is not possible either, it is dead."

Iluna raised her eyebrows. She of course still remembered that the conditions for saving Xia De mentioned by "What If" included letting that staff come alive again. She had shared this with her friends Emilia and Ajelina, but unfortunately, no one had any ideas. And now, clues related to this seemed to appear, and the old man must know something.

It was another moment of silence, but Xia De didn't say anything, the communication only happened in the minds of the two:

"Luweiya, how did you do it?"

Xia De asked the girl beside him. She was hooking Xia De's little finger:

"Either ignore it, or catch whoever and let them become the Chosen One to fill the pit. If I choose to become the Chosen One of Time myself, then the person caught to sit on the throne needs to be prepared in advance to meet the conditions. Now it's too late."

"So, from the beginning, I shouldn't have let Emilia become the eighth Chosen One? I thought I was good to her, but in fact, I was pushing her towards a dead end?"

"Of course not, it wasn't you who chose her, it was the world that chose her. Don't be so arrogant, Xia De."

But such comfort was not enough to change Xia De's mood.

"I listen to you, so I won't agree to turn into a tree without telling you."

In this silence, the elf's voice came from behind. Emilia, who had grown up, summoned her courage and expressed her thoughts to Xia De:

"I know you have always wanted to avoid such an ending, avoid me becoming a tree and losing my freedom. But I also thought about a lot of things when I lived alone this year, and also thought about the relationship between myself and this world. Xia... God-Caller, if this world needs me, and my freedom can be exchanged for the safety of this era, why shouldn't I do this?"

She was already tearful when she said this, but Xia De didn't even turn his head to look at her:

"That's why I have always believed that boring people must be given something to do, otherwise they will definitely let their imagination run wild."

"Let me go. Even if I sit on the throne and lose my freedom, maybe after a few years, I can walk in the woodland in the form of an incarnation like the wreckage of the World Tree."

This was somewhat like the current situation of Mr. Ptolemy Albert, the blood-species coroner who watched this scene in the woods. He could go anywhere

"Cough, cough."

The old man before the throne coughed in embarrassment;

"Although it is somewhat inappropriate to say this now, I do not wish to hide it. After sitting on this throne, it is basically impossible to move around like I do. I am a part of the World Tree itself, and even if others inherit the power of the Old Gods, they are not like me. That is to say, once you sit on this throne, you can never leave."

"Let me go."

The young lady, already streaming with tears, grabbed Xia De's right hand; since she had promised, she had to obtain Xia De's permission before taking that step:

"This is the only path; life is always full of things that do not go as planned. But since we have already reached this point, let us face reality. I will become the tree, I will become the king, and I will sit upon the throne to watch over this world, watching over... you."

If it were not for the outburst of emotion, she would not have said such sentences; after all, there were many people here.

"If a permanent suppression is not required, is there a way to just suppress this time scar for a short time? We currently have the six Chosen Ones of Balance, Time, Space, Light, Death, and Earth; surely that is enough to suppress this scar for ten or twenty years?"

It raised its head and called out, and the pure white light emitted from the unicorn horn on its head mixed with the golden light of the armor, actually dispelling the Ancient One's mental interference.

So, in fact, he did not need to find a way to seal this scar on a ten-thousand-year scale at all; a temporary seal would suffice. And when the end of the world arrives, whether this time scar will cause the difficulty of him saving the world to increase further is not a question that needs to be thought about now.

【Outlander, do you like little sprites that much?】

"She" asked softly, and Xia De was certain this was teasing him; "She" did not feel the heaviness of Xia De's current mood at all.

"I don't want to answer that question right now, and besides, she has grown up; she is no longer a little sprite."

【Is that so?】

"Theoretically speaking, with so many Chosen Ones exerting their power together, it is indeed possible to temporarily suppress this time scar."

This time, the old man gave an affirmative answer, but immediately reminded him:

"But this will consume the majority of the Chosen Ones' power; I know best just how terrifying this time scar is. You can have them unite their power to temporarily control it, and then spend time looking for other methods. But what are you going to do about the remaining five major chapters of the "Whispering Poet's Chapter"?

Even with the Chosen Ones fully united now, you almost lost this time; you can't just call upon the gods directly every time in the future, can you?"

Even if Xia De were willing to do so, his divinity would certainly not be enough. He had consumed one drop of divinity during his advancement just now, and gained another from the Ancient One's chest, so he still had two drops left. And the hint given by the "Lady of the Lake" regarding this drop of divinity—that is, "in the tree, yet not in the tree"—was also perfectly explained.

"Let me go."

The stubborn sprite girl beside him was still speaking, but Xia De still ignored her. Even long-haired Luweiya could feel the sprite girl's burning heart at this moment, but the Diviner would not give Xia De any advice.

This was not the Sixth Era that belonged to her; since she had said that everything would be decided by Xia De, she would only watch quietly as Xia De made the final decision. Whether it was to save the sprite and let the Vesta Woodland fall, or to let Emilia ascend the throne, she would be very supportive.

Past experience had already shown that the final outcome did not depend solely on any single decision. This time, she would watch Xia De make choice after choice, and then wait for the final outcome that these choices pointed toward.

"If you want to sacrifice everyone in this woodland and sacrifice this world for the sake of me alone, I will look down on you, God-Caller."

Seeing that Xia De continued to ignore her, the sprite finally said something very excessive. And on the *Radiant Messenger*, the little princess who had been allowed on deck to witness the final outcome of this battle thought that it was the books she had shown her that made her say such unseemly sentences.

Of course, although Ajielina was worried about the fate of her dear friend, she was more worried about her injured sister. After the time jump was completed, Princess Lei Qianya and Duoluoqian had their souls injured because they were still in a state of fusion, and were currently recuperating in the cabin. As for Emilia's matter, the little princess was very certain that Xia De would handle it well; she thought that Emilia crying until her eyes were red was a very emotional display, and she herself would not be like that.

"So what exactly is the relationship between the God-Caller and the sprite from St. Byrons Comprehensive Academy? Doesn't the information say that Miss Xiangnode is still a minor?"

The few Ringed Shushis present who knew Emilia's true identity thought this in their hearts, but no one would speak this question aloud.

As for Adele, who had been watching the back of long-haired Luweiya, only now, after six cycles of past lives, did she finally come into contact with the true secret of Vesta Woodland for the first time:

"So that's how it is; for someone like Xia De who has a 'heart', this is truly a difficult choice."

She was very worried for Xia De at this moment.

"I..."

Emilia was still speaking, only to be interrupted by Xia De, who reached out and tucked the weeping sprite back behind him:

"Since no other method will work, I think this is the only way."

Sighing softly, Xia De asked the weary old man amidst Emilia's sobbing:

"May I ascend the throne?"