CHAPTER 62: CHAPTER 59: ELF, RECOGNIZED AND BLESSED BY THE WORLD

"However, if it’s the little elves, there’s no problem."

Zhu Zhengwei brushed his teeth and washed his face in the dormitory, then walked to the rear balcony. Looking at the distant football field where a group of people were playing, he said calmly, "I have to admit, their ideas are indeed quite outstanding, genuinely a collective effort."

"Although there are some issues with the details, in terms of the overall big picture, they have indeed incorporated a worldview, striving to perfect this fantastical and beautiful Extraordinary World."

Even Zhu Zhengwei himself began to look forward to this new species.

Moreover, thinking carefully, perhaps they indeed need the proactive help of the Immortal Herb!

Otherwise, without enough miners providing ’NeuroCoin,’ it’s hard for the third generation of Tree-men in this world to be rapidly developed.

A.D. 497.

The Tree of Life has already become a forbidden area.

Here, in the center of the entire Fairy Forest Island, the towering giant Tree of Life stands like a faintly tender green white giant bowl, covering this pure land.

This is the birthplace of the species’ infants, and also a large protected area for the Immortal Herb.

Whirl!

The wind is blowing.

The towering, lush, expansive Tree of Life stands in the center, gentle sunlight filtering through dense leaves, forming spots and patches, shining on the Immortal Herb under over a thousand trees.

In front of the Tree of Life and the Immortal Herb stands the ancient bronze statue of a god, a Man with a Tear Mole, and two statues of the Immortal Herb on each side.

"Take flight!"

Now it’s once again the time for the annual Elf festival.

One by one, gigantic hot air balloons ascend, countless elves holding wands with wooden handles made from elven bone, waving the scepters. Countless lights and heat radiate, threads and tendrils cover, as if multicolored clouds gather in the sky, as if the entire island is dyed with brilliant colors.

Tap tap tap.

With the arrival of one elven leader after another, they stand by the Tree of Life and begin the ceremonial rites.

"Begin the inspection of the Tree of Life," said a handsome elf man, for ultimately, this is their genetic pool origin, the continuation and cradle of their race.

Quickly, after a routine check, they start to worship, praying for the salvation from gods and the Immortal Herb.

And in the next second.

Whirl!

The entire Immortal Herb seemed to be met with a great wind noise, intangible clamor covered the ground.

"What is that?"

All the elves were astonished.

"Is there a phenomenon with the Immortal Herb?"

Zeng Ciwen’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise; he thought of outside world’s records when Shiguang Emperor was dying, a similar phenomenon occurred.

But afterwards, no matter how people studied it, they couldn’t find any anomaly with the Immortal Herb.

One must say, in this world the most mysterious and incomprehensible thing, the Immortal Herb is surely one, precisely because of the mysterious Immortal Root nurtured by this world, they could practice cultivation.

Beside him, Du Jingsheng seemed to think of something and laughed aloud, "Some speculate that whenever there’s a dramatic change in life, a Saint emerges, leading to phenomena with the Immortal Herb. Could it be that our Elf Race also has a Saint, causing the phenomenon?"

Then, a blond, blue-eyed elven professor spoke, very delighted, "Perhaps it’s true! When we hold our festival, there’s also a mysterious arrival. After all, our race is forged from the flesh of the Immortal Herb line. We are the direct bloodline of the Immortal Herb, a divinely endowed race. It’s very possible that we are favored by them!"

Precisely at the moment of their hesitation.

The anomaly between heaven and earth suddenly intensified.

Countless Immortal Herbs emitted fine, resonant divine sounds, aligning and concentrating the holy sounds gradually, until in the end, a majestic and ethereal voice emerged:

[Elf Race, to have the texture of ours, is a fate.]

An empty voice echoed around the Tree of Life.

They seemed to hear the call of the whole world, the wind, water, rain, bird calls, beast roars, whale cries, as if some root source of the entire world, akin to the Celestial Dao’s gathering, was softly whispering.

"This, this??"

All the elves were dumbfounded, eyes wide open, speechless!

This sound was too grand, too vast.

And as the sound echoed, a multitude of auras spread, celestial phenomena arose, Spiritual Qi flourished, nurturing all things!

Here was the legendary god of world order, or perhaps some older primordial Immortal Energy being giving them divine revelation??

At this moment, having spoken the first sentence, all one thousand and more Immortal Herbs present took a deep breath, feeling quite good, for they needed the simplicity of words. Otherwise, if they all spoke simultaneously, someone might not keep up.

In the next second, they spoke in unison again:

[Since you wish to worship us, we grant a bond with Immortality, with the beast of dragonfly as the third race of Tree-men, we can descend Qi to grant it.]

The briefly spoken words echoed in everyone’s mind.

Whirl!

The resounding voice thoroughly resonated in the sky, broke through the island, entered the vast ocean, pierced the Wall of Ten Thousand Stones formed by the waves lapping against the continental coast, as if the entire world reverberated with a single sound.

All the elves stood frozen in place, speechless in their daze.

And Zeng Ciwen, startled in his heart, hurriedly opened his mouth to respond, "Esteemed Immortal Plants, you have heard our plea and responded. We will surely bring the dragonfly, and may the gods bless us. We will undertake transformation and enlightenment to become the third type of our Forest Species!"

The Immortal Herbs immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The conversation was a success. The time limit was only twenty-one seconds, but they managed without any mishaps. After all, as long as they spoke in unison, there shouldn’t have been any problems.

"Looks like we succeeded in the first plot choice!"

They immediately became joyful, bouncing with excitement! They’re having a blast, feeling as if their lives have peaked, experiencing great joy and achievement from interacting with the natives of this world.

But in the next moment, they only heard Zeng Ciwen bow and say again, "Dare I ask, esteemed Immortal Plants, are our bloodline ancestors really from the Old Days? What is their connection to Immortal Energy? How are they related to the world?"

"???"

The Immortal Herbs were instantly dumbfounded.

This game, isn’t it a bit unethical??

We’re just here to make a choice in a "plot option" and watch the major plot unfold, looking for a game button, and here you are asking us bizarre philosophical questions?

They were stunned!!

They had played plot-driven games before, usually, you just choose from a few plot options and that’s it, but this plot game actually...?

Are they mistaking us for that Tear Mole God?

Ridiculous!

They were confused for a moment!

We’re not the True God of the mortal world, just onlookers pretending to be big shots, completely ignorant of this world’s truth and background setting, how are we supposed to answer you?

"Pfft!"

In the distance, Zhu Zhengwei couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

These guys are finally about to get a taste of society’s harsh reality.

Pretending to be gods here, do you now realize the wisdom and terror of this world?

Do you now realize how miserable I am? Do you realize that with the relentless pursuit of the sea octopus and constant inquiries of the Human Emperor, only the sky is safe for me, and that’s a headache?

Yet, facing such questions, they started to answer nonsensically.

Someone spoke up directly, "Hey! This game is so absurd? Then I’ll answer like this and see how the developers make these natives react. Ahem, ahem, we are from the Old Days, you understand Earth? We come from Earth!"

Someone answered, "Stop asking, you are just NPCs, you understand? You’re created by us! You are a string of program codes in this ’World’ game."

Someone answered, "This is a heavenly secret that cannot be revealed! But I’ll take the risk to say, it all starts with SpongeBob’s creation story under the sea, on a breezy and sunny night, Ultraman was researching..."

Instantly, hundreds and thousands of people were responding. However, to their ears, these voices were a cacophony, chaotic, evil, and indescribable, like the ravings of some Evil God.

Moreover, the Elves present, upon hearing this chaotic, mixed mysterious language, felt a splitting headache.

In the distance, Zhu Zhengwei was still studying and observing this point of experimentation on them. Upon hearing this, he pondered, "Heh, back then when I was concocting medicine, I also endured such indescribable evil ravings.... As I thought, there’s no way for individuals to act randomly, everyone’s in a noisy uproar, and it turns into chaos, this is the most important protective shackle!"

Whoa!

The crowd’s noise continued, everyone was answering.

In the forum, those in charge were getting a headache too, this bunch of airheads weren’t listening to management.

However, those few leading players could understand.

It’s the first plot choice, facing the unknown gameplay of this game, being flustered is natural, no experience in handling, presumably next time it will be better.

With this happening, Handsome Nanren quickly issued instructions in the built-in forum, "Everyone stop messing around, there’s not much time! We’ll say one last thing in unison, make up for it, and then go silent!"

Soon, in the outside world.

Under the Tree of Life, after the chaotic mumblings of the ancient language by countless Immortal Herbs, one last message was left:

[The above are our three answers, without great perseverance, they cannot be comprehended!]

...

Whoa.

The entire Immortal Herb instantly settled down, returning to tranquility.

This?

Zhu Zhengwei’s face immediately turned strange.

Say what you will, just from the surface, the entire descent process was full of solemnity and ancient mystery, these three words alone fit the weighty feeling of the era perfectly.

"Already answered??" And all the Elves, in a daze, reminisced on the mysterious ancient language just now, and couldn’t help but express their amazement, "These three responses contain the mysteries of the world, chaotic and complicated, as if listening to thousands of ancient beings expound on the truths of the world, unfortunately, our level is too low! We simply can’t understand! If we could understand, it’s probably not inferior to the three answers recorded about the deities before."

They sighed, showing yearning.

As if the mysterious language, that they couldn’t understand its meaning, was only because their level was too low.

Just now, upon entering their ears, the more they listened carefully, the more it actually caused their brains to become chaotic, with an inclination towards madness!

This is truly the language of the Ancient Gods, not to be heard!

They had thought of themselves as already a high genetic civilization, very proud, but now they couldn’t help but start to become humble, continuing to worship the divine statue above, and the statue of the Immortal Herb, "Thank the Immortal Herb for its manifestation, bestowing precious energy."

After this day, they began to believe themselves to be the truly chosen ones of the world, full of pride,

"We the Elf Race, the Tree of Life, have received the recognition and blessing of the entire ancient world of the Old Days!"