CHAPTER 382: CHAPTER 200: FALL INTO THE ABYSS WITH ME! (DOUBLE-LENGTH) (2)

The handsome visage belonging to that Elf King appeared less and less, while the image of the human boy appeared more.

He gently extended his hand, and even without any substantial movement, Shiayar felt the distance between him and the other shrink in an instant.

"Just now, the illusion you crafted was quite intriguing."

"Although it seemed to be a spontaneous fantasy, something in the realm of the illusory, it blurred the line between reality and illusion for a moment, influencing reality with ethereal imagination and intent."

"Is this what magic is?"

Shiayar nodded: "Of course."

"Bending reality, reshaping nature."

"Such a magnificent human spectacle is the essence of magic, blurring the boundary between reality and falsehood, manifesting fantasies as reality."

"A very interesting path."

The silhouette on the throne did not conceal its admiration in the slightest.

"Although in terms of sheer magnitude, the magic you exhibit is still far from the divine path of gathering divinity and authority."

"However, from it, I see a path no lesser than the Divine Ascension Steps."

"Once we are merged, I will thoroughly explore its mysteries."

"Perhaps, compared to the divine path, this path named Magic and Arcane may have more opportunities to touch those higher realms."

Shiayar smiled: "To be praised so by a creator from the Glorious Era, I must say, it’s an honor."

As they conversed, the illusory figure had already stood up from the Iron Throne.

Without the slightest pressure or fluctuation, it merely walked step by step in front of Shiayar.

He raised his eyes placidly and examined Shiayar closely, revealing a satisfied expression shortly after.

Satisfied with the excellence and strength of the body he was about to acquire.

Even in the time when he sat upon the Throne of Heaven and surveyed all beings, he had never seen such excellent material.

Unexpectedly, after the cataclysm of his own destruction, in an era meant for the withering of all beings and the decline of civilization, he saw an existence so remarkable that even with the knowledge of the Ancient Sun God, it could be described as stunning.

"Actually, you need not resist."

"For you, this is not the calamity or disaster you imagine, but a tremendous opportunity."

He spoke coolly.

"This is a mutually beneficial transaction."

"Whether it’s you, me, or that little Golden Elf girl you care about, all can achieve a perfect and complete ending."

"And the only price you need to pay is merely that brief slumber before I reclimb the Throne of Heaven."

"Can everyone achieve a complete ending?"

Shiayar smiled slightly.

Not resisting, with a touch of calmness in his words.

"When you once again ascend the Throne of Heaven... and then help me reshape my body, such matters are too distant for me to indulge in wishful thinking."

"My only request is that after you obtain what you desire, you grant Hathaway her freedom."

"Naturally so."

The Ancient Sun God stood before Shiayar, seemingly unwilling to delay further, and gently pointed a finger.

"To me, the elves within the Elven Royal Court have already lost their utility value."

"There is no need for me to go back on my word to you over something of no utility value, risking your potential backlash."

"So, then it’s enough."

Shiayar closed his eyes.

As if he had completely abandoned resistance, allowing that finger of the ancient deity to touch his brow, he spoke softly.

"Since you desire it."

"Then, take it."

A smile appeared on the handsome face of the Elf King.

That light finger touched Shiayar’s brow.

Then—a vast will like the sea, from within the already decaying body of the Elf King, poured into Shiayar’s spiritual world like a river to the sea.

The gray-black mist representing Shiayar’s self-will did not repel this foreign will but seemingly accepted its fate, allowing the vast will of the Ancient Sun God to leave the nearly decaying body of the Elf King and enter his spiritual world.

Even with the knowledge of the Ancient Sun God, a trace of joy appeared in the depths of his will at this moment.

Crossing the barrier of Shiayar’s self-awareness, entering his spiritual world.

Having reached this point, his plan was more than half successful.

Next, within this spiritual world, it was only necessary to erase Shiayar’s self-awareness.

Then, he could completely replace Shiayar, becoming the new master of this nearly flawless vessel.

As for the previous promise to Shiayar, to preserve his self-awareness and wait for a chance to reshape his body... it was naturally just talk.

No matter what, Shiayar is the true master of this body.

If his self-awareness were to be retained, and should he suddenly regret at a critical moment of battle against other fabled creatures, fighting for control of the body, it would likely bring new turmoil and change.

Though the probability is small... as the former master of the Throne of Heaven, the Ancient Sun God naturally wanted to minimize all risks.

After all, who would allow others to disrupt their slumber by their bedside?

However, at this very moment.

The Ancient Sun God suddenly sensed that within the sea of spirit, Shiayar’s self-awareness suddenly opened its eyes.

Then, looked at him.

"Actually, you aren’t certain about ascending that Throne of Heaven again, are you?"