CHAPTER 485: CHAPTER 235: WELCOME TO THE BRIGHT WORLD PROMISED BY HIS MAJESTY SHIAYAR

The vortex had formed, bringing with it the sensation of falling downward.

Within the slanted wall of water, the sea surface was completely out of sight. Behind the ship was a ridge of seawater, with the summit of mountains faintly visible, slowly moving.

It was a power beyond humans, a force even demigods could not touch, an irresistible celestial might.

Prayers came from below. Many of the crew were believers of the Storm Church, seemingly here for purposes similar to collecting intelligence for the War Church. Now, these devotees of the Storm God were all in panic, thinking this gigantic vortex that could swallow an entire nation was divine punishment from the Storm God.

The captain did not pray. He had no faith; those aspiring to be Legendary Transcendents could not afford beliefs... He merely leaned silently against the railing of the mast’s lookout, lighting a cigarette, reminiscing about his life.

The vortex spun faster, and then from the gloomy sky, the sun emerged through a crack in the clouds, casting a beam of golden light into the vortex, illuminating only a tiny part.

Massive amounts of mist spewed from the vortex’s base, refracting a rainbow in the sunlight, like a bridge that connected the Abyss and the heavens.

The captain did not do much more, simply holding his pipe in silence, waiting for the vast celestial might to bury everything.

With his strength as a 6-Ring Beastmaster, he might try to use levitation skills to escape, then rely on himself to wander the vast ocean with sea beasts, hoping currents would carry him to some shallow water near the land. Yet ultimately, the captain abandoned this thought.

To live and die with his ship, perhaps, was a unique romance for this mariner who entrusted his life to the sea.

It was then that the prayers beneath the ship abruptly stopped.

After a moment of silence, they let out exclamations that were even more astonishing.

The middle-aged captain did not look at his subordinates, for he too was watching the scene before him, uttering a soft murmur.

"My God..."

He did not believe in gods, yet the sight before him could only be described as a miracle, compelling him to believe that perhaps deities did exist in this world.

Not those mythical creatures, seizing divinity with greed.

But truly exalted ones, overlooking the world from above.

The ship reached the bottom of the vortex.

As a vessel of a 6-Ring Beastmaster, this ship could be considered large even among the Storm Church, but at this moment, within the grand and mighty vortex funnel, it appeared as a child’s toy, small and insignificant.

However, at the vortex’s bottom, what they saw was not what the captain had anticipated, not a black hole devouring and crushing light.

But rather—

A city emerging from the sea, slowly rising.

Silver-blue light spots surged from beneath the dark waters, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, scattering across the gloomy sky like beautiful stars.

And within that silver-blue light curtain, the ancient city rising from the sea floor slowly revealed its grand and magnificent majesty.

Timeless, ancient.

The marks of such ages passing were something no human city on the Western Continent could possess.

"The Elven Royal Court—"

Since the journey was to find the relics of the Elf King, this captain had certainly investigated the Elf King before departure.

Though due to the passage of time, the ancient Elvish Language had long been lost.

Yet looking at the ancient runes carved on the bronze city walls, the experienced captain discerned the origins of the city before him.

Moreover—

This was not as he had imagined, a royal court ruin long buried in time.

Rather, a living city.

Just like—

In ancient legends, the ancient city of Atlantis returned from the ocean’s depths, from the end of time.

The Age of Gods’ miracle, reappearing here.

...

City of Wind and Snow.

Or perhaps formerly known as the Lost Island, the Elven Royal Court.

Atop the city walls.

The mountain formed by seawater was easily being shattered.

Millions of tons of seawater crashed down toward the royal court.

But then, just as the water was about to strike the walls, it was stopped by a faint light.

That light was subtle, yet seemed to have indescribable power.

Letting even the overwhelming celestial might remain beyond the light.

The water was broken, the vortex dispersed.

Replaced by a clear and blue sky.

Lilianna sat atop the bronze city walls of the royal court, silently watching all before her.

She couldn’t help but recall more than five hundred years ago, when she was not yet the Legendary Elder of the Grey Elf Tribe, just a mere child, those somewhat vague memories.

That day, when the Lost Island broke away from the Eternal Night and plunged into the Abyss.

She too had briefly glimpsed the daylight of the real world.

But, that light was brief and fleeting.

Now, what entered Lilianna’s eyes was a lasting and sustainable light, an eternal existence.

Never again needing to imagine the appearance of sunlight through books, what she saw was a tangible reality,

Lilianna couldn’t help but stand up.

Then, turning to the many royal court elves who witnessed all this, struck speechless with awe, she made a solemn declaration.

"When—"

"I became an elder of the Grey Elf Tribe, the promise I made to you."

"It seems it’s finally coming to fruition."

She suppressed the tremor in her throat, speaking as calmly as possible.

"Welcome to."

"The Bright World promised by Shiayar."

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