In the distant night sky above.

Crimson gold streams of light erupted brightly.

From far away to near, rapidly approaching the position where the World Tree Fragment was located.

"Though merely some bloodline long tainted, defective products that have lost their vessel function."

"From the beginning, they were merely used purely as pawns by me."

"However, a full seven Legendary ranks, with the blessing of the Heavenly Lock I left behind..."

"At the same rank, they couldn't even stand against that pure blood Golden Elf?"

In the eyes of the Sun God incarnation, for the first time since the formal contact with Shiayar, a trace of surprise was revealed.

That great catastrophe caused over ninety percent of His divinity and authority to be lost.

Even the remaining remnants were on the verge of going out of control due to incompatibility with His body.

To suppress the tendency of disorder and to delay the collapse and decay of the Elf King's body, He used the power of half a World Tree branch to seal Himself within the small world formed by the World Tree Fragment.

Currently in a long slumber and self-sealing, it was far from the time for His proper awakening.

It was only due to the sudden arrival of Shiayar, the otherworldly entity on the Lost Island.

Along with the considerable anomaly presented by Shiayar, that the slumbering Sun God developed a considerable interest in him.

A wisp of will leaked from the seal suppressing madness from the World Tree Fragment plane, interfering with the Lost Island outside the World Tree Fragment.

And precisely because of such a self-seal, only a trace of will could be leaked in this delicate state.

His perception and In Control of the outside world were only limited to the vicinity of the World Tree Fragment, unable to fully cover the entire Lost Island.

In terms of strength or influence on the outside world, compared to the Glorious Era, when He sat on the Throne of Heaven, illuminating the entire Main Material Plane, perhaps not even one percent, not even one-thousandth had been reached.

If not for such an awkward situation, with His rank, there would be no need to employ the so-called Council Elders and Elf Clan legends to act on His behalf.

Yet, even so—

With the Sun God's vision, not many things could surpass His expectations.

Full seven Legendary rank Council Elders, and the remaining Sacred Relics of the Royal Court, combined with the advantage of conscious calculation without conscious awareness.

In His view, capturing the pure blood Golden Elf, also a second candidate vessel, was something certain, without any unpredictability.

However, in just a short half-year insignificant compared to a millennium, the Sun God felt unexpectedly this long-lost and somewhat unfamiliar emotion for the second time.

The first time was when He initially noticed Shiayar, the human who somehow crossed the Curtain of Eternal Night to arrive on the Lost Island.

No...

More accurately speaking.

In essence, both consecutive unexpected events were caused by Shiayar.

That pure blood Golden Elf did not use the divinity and authority from the elven bloodline bestowed by the Sun God.

But rather that so-called "Magic," a mysterious power seemingly originating from the Astral Realm.

"A very interesting technique."

"Though the usage is still immature, employing the power of a True God, it could even rival the Solar Scepter I possessed during the Glorious Era."

"My interest in you and the magic and arcane arts congealed behind you is truly growing stronger."

He gave Shiayar a deep glance, after which the eyes of the Legendary Elf lost focus.

A breath later, Shiayar keenly noticed that the high, distant will had departed from the body of the Legendary Elf in front of him.

Yet, following the departure of the Sun God's will, the original owner of this body did not reawaken as Shiayar had anticipated.

In an instant, Shiayar saw the emerald long hair of the elf in front of him rapidly turn white.

Even the previously smooth skin, worthy of the Elf Clan's name, quickly wrinkled in an extremely short time.

As if centuries of time had been imposed on this elf's body.

In an instant, transforming from the prosperous youth, through middle age, to old age.

Flesh became emaciated, skin became loose.

Then, in a fleeting moment, all the flesh rapidly weathered into decayed dust.

Leaving behind only a stark white skeleton, losing the support of muscles, crackling and falling apart on the ground.

Only the white robe of the Council Elder remained intact, contrasting sharply with its owner's form.

Is this... the consequence of being a vessel, descended upon by the Sun God's will from the World Tree Fragment?

Shiayar's gaze fixed on the scattered bones.

He felt no emotional fluctuation over the death of this Council Elder responsible for escorting him to the World Tree, after all, their relationship was purely adversarial.

However, even in the First Era, where fabled creatures ran rampant, it was by no means a state of "demigods everywhere you look, legends less than dogs."

A legendary rank, in any race or nation of the current Western Continent, still represents the decision-making hierarchy.

Moreover, the First Era had only legends and demigods, with no emergence of other paths of godhood ascension, naturally leading to the absence of the "throne realm boundary" concept.