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Chapter 398 - 206: He Is My Beloved (Double-Length)

The Abyss, its depths.

This is the world’s outer side, a territory within the Main Material Plane that no lifeform has ever set foot on.

To the beings of the Western Continent, everything in the Abyss is unknown.

Even in the imagination of most intelligent races or even Fabled Creatures, the interior of the Abyss should be a silent purgatory, an arid land where no life exists.

But in reality, this is not the case.

Just like in the Element Plane, filled with searing heat, where no life with flesh and blood could exist, there are still ’Fire Elements’ and ’Hellfire Sovereigns’ born.

Life is the most resilient miracle in this world.

No one knows where the life inside the Abyss originates from. Perhaps it stems from the time when the world first began, when the boundary between the outer and inner sides of the world was not yet as distinct and insurmountable as it is now, during a chaotic era.

Or perhaps it arose from some pivotal points during the transformation of eras, where the mysterious retreated, allowing opportunities for beings to inadvertently enter the inner side from the outer side of the world.

But no matter what—

Even within the most perilous and deepest Abyss, the spark of life still remains.

...

Ice-blue plains.

An ancient city shrouded in faint night light stands on this frozen wasteland.

From time to time, figures in robes and hoods enter and leave this ancient city.

Occasionally, when the howling cold wind blows open a hood, one can see, amidst the wanderers in this ancient city, those sharp and elongated ears different from those of Humans.

This is a city belonging to the Elf Clan, referred to by elves as the City of Wind and Snow.

"It’s said that over five hundred years ago—"

"This place was not as it looks now."

"The Royal Court we reside in now was merely a scorched land flowing with lava and fire inside the Abyss."

The melodious sound of the wind harp echoes across the cold snowy plains, intertwined with the wanderers’ bard-like narration.

"Until one day, the sky shattered, and a giant Sacred Spear carried this city, descending from beyond the Abyss to this world."

"Since then, the originally lava-filled and fiery scorched earth gradually transformed into the snowy plains we see now."

"Is this true?"

Beside the marble walls, an elf listening in asks.

"Whether it’s true or not, what difference does it make? After all, it’s from over five hundred years ago."

The wandering poet from the Grey Elf Tribe plucks the strings of the harp.

"But, since it was said by the leader, perhaps it is true."

"But this defies logic."

An elf argues: "What events must have transpired to turn a lava and fire-filled purgatory into the snowy plains we see now?"

"Who knows?"

The wandering poet continues to strum the harp strings, speaking with a tune akin to a chant: "In a supernatural world, all things are possible."

"I heard that a powerful Legendary can unconsciously influence the surrounding nature, causing the reality around them to align with their Mind Landscape."

"And what if, here lies one, greater and nobler than a Legendary?"

"If it were true, then the manifestation of their Mind Landscape might not be a fleeting and unsustainable distortion... but a permanent rewriting and overlaying of the surrounding environment."

"Using their mindscape to rewrite reality... surpassing the power of Legendary."

The elf from before hesitates: "In our city, aside from the leader, is there another such powerful being resting?"

Indeed, apart from that mysterious and incomprehensible leader who rarely shows up.

Even the Council, which holds the power of the Royal Court, of various race elders, has only just reached the level of Legendary.

"Not sure, only seen some cryptic speculations in ancient texts."

The wandering poet from the Grey Elf Tribe similarly shakes his head, puzzled.

Perhaps because of his profession, the wandering poet has read more books and heard more rumors than the average commoner, thus appearing to have broader knowledge.

As for the authenticity of those rumors and ancient texts, separated by hundreds of years, they can no longer be verified.

Honestly, he himself has some disbelief towards these tales.

After all, to unconsciously use one’s inner world to manifest the will and Mind Landscape to transform a purgatory into icy snowy plains in reality—

Such a power truly exceeds the imagination of most residents of the Royal Court.

"Even if they are mere rumors—"

"They are not completely fabricated lies."

Suddenly, a clear voice breaks in.

This is another grey elf in robes.

However, unlike the white robes worn by the two individuals conversing earlier, this Grey Elf Girl wears a pitch-black robe.

"Elder Lilianna."

"Elder Lilianna."

Upon seeing this Black-robed Grey Elf Girl, both the wandering poet and the other residents listening by the city wall rise and address her respectfully.

Lilianna.

The current elder of the Grey Elf Tribe within the Council.

At the same time, she is the strongest individual within the Royal Court aside from the leader.