CHAPTER 490: CHAPTER 237: ACROSS COUNTLESS WATERS AND MOUNTAINS, WILL YOU GO SEE THEM WITH ME?

Endless Ocean Domain, Elven Royal Court.

This ancient royal court, which has survived two eras, once again returns to its state of five hundred years ago.

Suspended above the vast ocean, separated by a great distance from the Western Continent.

However, it is no longer veiled by the curtain of Eternal Night, nor tainted and secretly controlled by the remnant ancient soul.

This rejuvenated island no longer fits the malicious name of the "Lost Island" of the past, akin to an abandoned desert isle used to exile criminals.

"Atlantis."

"This is the new name of the Elven Royal Court in the world today, as voted and decided by the Court’s Council."

"Lilianna mentioned that every living elf in that court is well aware of the myths and legends of Atlantis, as widely circulated as fairy tales like ’Little Red Riding Hood’, ’Daughter of the Sea’, and ’Snow White’—"

"So when the council voted, the new name was passed unanimously without debate."

"That must be Augutina’s doing. I remember these stories seem to come from your homeland..."

The sound of light footsteps approaches from afar on the sandy beach.

A girl’s melodious voice mixes with the moist sea breeze blowing from the distant horizon, carrying a hint of warmth.

This was not a voice familiar to Shiayar; it had been five hundred years since he last heard such a voice.

Even for a demigod, five hundred years is not a span of time easily disregarded, long enough for many insignificant details to slowly blur and fade in memory.

Yet Shiayar could effortlessly recognize the owner of that melodious voice.

"I didn’t expect you to be concerned about the affairs of the Elven Royal Court, Silvia."

"Those stories were probably ones that Ye heard when she was a little dragon, lying on my head listening to bedtime stories... I didn’t expect that after all this time, she still remembered them all and helped spread them."

"However, seeing the fairy tales of my homeland being shared, I feel quite happy."

Shiayar didn’t look back, remaining lazily reclined under the beach umbrella, passing the juice in his hand towards his back.

"It’s a pity the sun is almost setting now, too bad there’s no chance to help you apply sunscreen."

Behind him, Silvia couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.

"This was, after all, the homeland of that Black Tower Golden Elf elder... sharing the Three Towers Wizards, both the Pure White Tower and True Red Tower have been supported by the Supreme Black Tower in their development."

"Although it’s merely an unintentional act, as the nominal White Tower Master, I must help repay Isveytan and support the Elven Royal Court.

"Besides—"

This witch who founded the White Tower took the juice from Shiayar’s hand, glancing at Shiayar who lay on the beach chair like a salted fish.

"That Eternal Page of the Black Tower still holds such an important place in your heart."

"To have that Golden Elf accept my favor could bring significant benefits to us in the future."

Silvia lifted her silver-gray hair with one hand and elegantly took a sip of juice: "The Elven Royal Court is hosting a bonfire celebration for the rebirth of Atlantis, do you want to take a look?"

"No need."

Shiayar turned his head, glancing at the large bonfire rising from the ancient city of the Elven Royal Court behind the beach.

It was already dusk, and the night was about to once again enshroud the Elven Royal Court, just as the Lost Island was enshrouded for a thousand years.

But at this moment, the inhabitants of the Elven Royal Court harbored a completely opposite mindset compared to the past.

For they all knew in their hearts that this brief darkness was not an Eternal Night, and by tomorrow morning, the sun would once again rise as always.

"Speaking of which—"

"While the entire Elven Royal Court is bustling and lively, you run off alone to the beach to sunbathe."

"Brother Shiayar, you surely know how to enjoy yourself."

She sat down on the beach chair beside Shiayar, imitating his posture, shoulder to shoulder watching the sunset sink from the edge of the sky to the horizon over the sea.

Suddenly, she leaned slightly closer to Shiayar’s ear, speaking in a very soft voice.

"Across the sea should be the Grant Coast of the Azure Garden Dukedom, right."

"I want to see the other side of the sea."

This was one of the rare moments when Silvia could speak unrestrainedly, using her original voice.

Ever since she decided not to flee anymore in the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden but instead to face the Twilight Evil God’s half-body sealed within her, Silvia had not spoken again.

For back then, not being fully in control of the Twilight Authority sealed deep within her heart, every word she uttered might become a magic word that could instantly take someone’s life.

Later on, the young girl who was nearly ostracized and almost despairingly gave up her life in the Ancient Dukedom Azure Garden rose step by step as time passed, growing into the renowned Gray-Silver Witch who established the Pure White Tower.

And the Twilight Authority originally sealed deep within her soul, which threatened to lose control and rampage at any moment, was gradually contained and restrained by Silvia over a long time, transformed into a power she could freely master at will.