CHAPTER 486: CHAPTER 236: JUST THE MASTER’S TASK (7K)

"Master, have you seen it?"

"The dream you once longed for, to see the Elven Royal Court once more bathed in sunlight, I’ve fulfilled it for you completely."

"Although I don’t know if you still remember the responsibilities inherited from your childhood... I’ve always remembered them firmly for you."

In the Garden of Eden.

Shiayar sat on a lounge chair, stroking the little white ferret in his arms, and let out a soft laugh.

"So—"

"When we meet again."

"As for respecting the master and adhering to principles... I won’t be following them at all."

"After all, since the day I left the Arcane Arts City Lokiya, I’ve regarded becoming a disobedient disciple as one of my life’s goals..."

He lightly waved his hand.

In the next moment.

The silver-blue light enveloping the entire Royal Court disappeared in an instant.

There were no more obstacles or barriers.

The clear sunshine from the azure sky descended directly onto the Elven Royal Court, bringing with it a warm glow.

"You’ve improved again."

Shiayar turned his head and saw a blonde girl beside him, calmly gazing at his cheek.

Though five hundred years had passed, Enola had not forgotten.

Back then, when Shiayar took the Lost Island into the Abyss, it was with the help of his Sacred Spear and the authority of the Sacred Spear Rhongomyniad that anchored the world pillar, which allowed him to successfully break through the world barriers of the Main Material Plane and the Abyss to reach the bottom of the Abyss.

But at this moment.

Shiayar, relying solely on his own power, brought the entire Elven Royal Court past the abyssal barriers to see daylight again.

"After sleeping for so long..."

"If there was no progress, then wouldn’t your fiancé be quite useless, right?"

Shiayar chuckled and handed the little white ferret in his arms to Enola.

The blonde girl took Silver, stroked its smooth, pure white fur, but a hint of displeasure lingered in her sky-blue eyes.

Although she was indeed happy to see Shiayar’s strength grow again.

However, the fact that Shiayar no longer needed the assistance of the Sacred Spear—how could that be.

Enola felt that she had suddenly become unnecessary to Shiayar.

It seemed that due to Shiayar’s awakening, she had become a bit lax with her training... The cultivation plan must be doubled from now on.

Yet, at this time, she suddenly perceived a slight movement in Shiayar’s spiritual power.

"What happened?"

In that instant, Enola banished any stray thoughts from her mind and asked.

"Nothing much."

Shiayar shook his head.

He sensed the information transmitting layer upon layer from the Astral Realm, encrypted heavily.

"It’s just that, from the direction of the Pangolins—"

"It seems some interesting information has come."

Shiayar smiled.

"It seems some plans..."

"Can be initiated ahead of schedule."

...

Outside the world.

In the rift between sky and earth.

In the majestic Bronze Palace, rows of massive thrones were neatly arranged.

And on those huge bronze seats sat one imposing or mysterious figure after another.

There was a Phoenix, immense as a mountain.

An Immortal Race shrouded in a vast black fog, exuding a deathly aura.

And high elemental beings composed of colorless elements that obscured their features.

Every so-called Fabled Creature, before truly embarking on the path to godhood and completing the transformation of their life form, once were flesh-and-blood beings.

And upon taking the path to divinity, due to their inherent self-awareness, their divine bodies usually maintained a resemblance to their past physical forms, with adjustments in details depending on the divinity and authority wielded.

Of course... for these long-lived mythical creatures, the so-called divine body is merely a dispensable shell.

To expect these mythical beings, who would stop at nothing to become stronger, to develop empathy or compassion due to shared race, would be nothing short of fanciful thinking.

"It seems that the remnants of that mythic era are only left to us now."

The dwarf, clad in majestic armor, spoke in a dull tone.

Currently, walking among the world are certainly not only those deities in the palace.

However, most of them have not yet recovered from the impact of the great catastrophe and are still in a semi-mad state.

At this moment, the deities in this Bronze Palace more or less showed signs of humanity.

This meant that they were among the mythical creatures of the Glorious Era who had fully restored their divinity and rationality, sensed the tides of history, and begun to sow faith in the human realm for future schemes.

Though it was never spoken aloud.

Yet, these deities in the Bronze Palace were well aware.

After the Glorious Era.

The new Throne of Heaven was likely to emerge from among them.

"Those still in a semi-mad state, possessing divine power yet akin to beasts..."

"This is a council for deities, without room for their attendance."

The giant, shrouded in the twilight, stood up, slowly looking around, and after a long while spoke.