Silavin
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Translator: Silavin From the moment of entering the Elf Forest, whether because of the particular energies of this place was unclear, but Little Ling’er's condition had been poor throughout their journey. Beneath the ceaseless, unrelenting battering of Power of Life, the terrifying power that the Old Ancestor of the Lunar Palace had suppressed within her through a Secret Technique had finally begun to show signs of breaking free. "Ah! Ling'er..." Watching the small body…-
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Translator: Silavin Within the Elf Race's territory, at the base of the Tree of Life. The Pavilion King, the Elf Queen, and every senior member of the Elf Race stood gathered beneath the Tree of Life. Each gaze carried within it a trembling, barely contained excitement, every pair of eyes fixed upon a particular point along the great tree's expanse. Comprehension of the Life Scripture had always taken place within the Elf Race's palace. So many of the Elf…
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Translator: Silavin "We pay our respects to the Pavilion King!" "We pay our respects to Her Highness, the Princess!" Even as Qin Yichen swept his gaze across the assembled gathering, the Elves had already lowered themselves in reverent prostration, pressing their foreheads to the ground in the highest ceremonial gesture their kind possessed. They directed that level of devotion toward the two approaching silhouettes. "Pavilion King!" Not even the…
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Translator: Silavin Beneath the convergence of Qin Yichen's gaze and those of the Elf Race, a silhouette emerged slowly from the Tree of Life. From within that slender figure, not the faintest whisper of Yuan Energy fluctuation emanated outward. She stood there like the most unremarkable, most ordinary person imaginable. Yet within that very ordinariness dwelt something that brought a sense of ease and comfort to the spirit. It was a quality that reached into the observer…
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Translator: Silavin With the motion of Little Ling'er's outstretched hand, the moment that had left everyone dreading the worst finally arrived… The Unicorn King lifted its head, both eyes fixing upon Little Ling'er with an intensity like a warning carved in stone. Those great wings stirred, opening and closing in slow, deliberate beats, and in that instant, everyone present felt a chill sweep across their skin, as though the flat of a razor-edged blade had just grazed…
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Translator: Silavin *Hmmm...* The four ancient Runes vanished into Little Ling'er's Dantian in the span of a single breath, and as those four Runes disappeared, the air that had nearly solidified around them began to circulate once more, slow and cautious, as though testing whether it dared move at all. Qin Yichen watched with concern, yet made no move to intervene. He understood. The Pavilion King harboured no ill-intent. Had he wished harm upon Little…
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Translator: Silavin Night Elves, a name that had become synonymous with a single word: formidable. According to what had been passed down, this Race had come into being during the Primordial Era, and in those ancient days, they had stood at the side of the undisputed masters of the continent, the True Dragons. Yet in the end, for reasons that history had never made clear, when the True Dragons vanished, the Night Elves vanished with them, leaving not a whisper…
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Translator: Silavin When several Blood Beastmen wore unfriendly expressions, preparing to cleave this young man before them to reveal his True Form, the burly man leading them furrowed his brow and waved his hand to stop them. "You may go. I hope you will not interfere in our affairs." After a moment of contemplation, the leading man spoke slowly. "Farewell." Qin Yichen nodded lightly, casting a meaningful glance at these fierce-looking Blood Beastmen before…
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Translator: Silavin The Elf Forest, where countless towering trees stood. Every tree possessed considerable girth, with exceptionally lush foliage. Looking up, each tree resembled an enormous mushroom. Upon the forest floor, not a single withered leaf existed. Everywhere, fresh flowers and green grass bloomed. There were also small paths which led straight toward the forest's depths. A scenery that conveyed incomparably…
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Translator: Silavin The Elf Race. One of this world's most ancient Races, the power of the Elf Race was beyond question. They could originally have stood alongside those Races of the same era, towering at the continent's pinnacle, receiving worship from Myriad Races. Yet they chose instead to dwell within the Elf Forest, contending with nothing. They worshipped nature, worshipped life. They detested warfare because, to the Elves, it represented…
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