CHAPTER 345: CHAPTER 187: GUARANTEED TO SURVIVE FOR NEXT TIME (DOUBLE-LENGTH)

At the center of the Lost Island, within the ancient tree that seems to connect directly to the Curtain of Eternal Night.

Like the ruins of the Ancient Dragon Royal Court, the world tree branches of the Lost Island also hide a secondary dimension.

Moreover, unlike the ruins of the Ancient Dragon Royal Court.

There, the golden dragon as the master has already gone half mad; the entire secondary dimension is in ruins, lacking any real guardian, so Shiayar could enter freely.

But this small world of the world tree fragment clearly has a master.

Everywhere is pervaded by ripples of divinity and laws, hinting at a strict ancient mystery.

Shiayar, with black iron shackles on his hands, followed the legendary elf ahead, spiraling step by step up the colossal world tree trunk.

Suddenly, his steps halted.

Shiayar looked back through the gaps between the lush leaves of the world tree, gazing towards the direction of the Royal Court below.

The once dull and lightless top of the Royal Court Tower suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance.

The unrestrained release of light and heat illuminated the curtain of the Eternal Night.

Even the river of stars constructed by those quasi-stars above the Lost Island was momentarily shrouded.

It could be seen even across half the Lost Island.

Truly worthy of Master.

Shiayar felt the vast energy waves transmitted from afar, his heart slightly stirred.

Although compared to the future Black Tower "Eternal Page" he would know, Hathaway is undoubtedly much younger and immature now.

Nevertheless, her overflowing talent is unmistakable.

Even though previously, for many reasons, Hathaway held some unrealistic fantasies about the Lost Island, the elf clan, and her colleagues in the Council.

But when she truly awakens, those enemies in the Council cannot possibly bind her.

"Am I considered helping Master awaken?"

Shiayar mused to himself.

However, just this is not enough.

Relying on Arcane Arts and Magic, Hathaway might already be able to single-handedly rival an entire Council of the Elven Royal Court.

But just as Shiayar guessed, and gradually confirmed after entering the Lost Island.

The elves in those Councils on the Lost Island, to put it bluntly, are merely pawns of the puppet master behind the scenes.

And the true source of darkness—it’s an even higher existence.

To describe it as deities might be somewhat inaccurate.

It’s the creator of the entire Glorious Era, the original creator bearing the name of the Sun.

Though according to rumors, that ancient deity has long fallen, even the great upheaval itself was brewed by its fall.

However, even ordinary legends have resilient lifespans and won’t perish easily.

As for the realm of True Gods, their existence will not easily die off completely, and might return from the depths of the Astral Realm.

Moreover, it’s the creator who surpassed typical true gods and ruled an entire Era.

Having some contingency is completely expected.

...

"What’s happening?"

Beside Shiayar, the legendary elf also noticed the anomaly.

He turned back in surprise, looking at the bright and dazzling light afar with puzzlement that he couldn’t quite understand.

"Really don’t need to go back and check?"

The legendary elf heard the boy’s soft chuckle.

"If I’m not mistaken, your current homeland might already have been overturned?"

"Arrogant."

The legendary elf frowned slightly.

It’s odd, clearly Shiayar is the prisoner, already shackled with black iron chains limiting extraordinary abilities.

Logically, he should have no ability to resist.

If not for the master suddenly changing his mind, decreeing to bring him to the small world of the world tree fragment, Shiayar, this foreigner, should have been executed.

Yet Shiayar gave the impression of having no awareness of being a prisoner.

As if their positions were reversed, and he is the one with the upper hand.

Nevertheless, Shiayar’s words instilled some unease in the legendary elf.

According to the remaining agreement by the eight elders of the Council, the next session opening would be the time to tear Hathaway apart.

Besides himself escorting Shiayar, the remaining seven elders of the Council are also legends.

With calculated moves, surprise attacks, and various sacred relics including the Heavenly Lock, countering the Golden Elf should be an absolute certainty without unexpected events.

But, just as Shiayar mentioned.

That dazzling flash and the energy surge released from the Council’s Tower, even half the Lost Island away, left him with trepidation.

As if a monumental upheaval has indeed occurred there.

His expression changed slightly, about to speak.

But then, the legendary elf’s face suddenly turned ecstatic.

In an instant.

Shiayar felt a lofty will descend abruptly into this small world formed by the world tree trunk.