Arcane Journey

Looking at the elven god Corellon Larethian in the darkness, Brian's gaze became more and more focused, as if some invisible force was pulling him.

Miraculously, the originally vague image began to slowly condense and its outline gradually became clear, just like mountains emerging from the morning mist, or like an ancient monument long buried in the sand and dust seeing the light of day again.

Then, the figure of Corellon Larethian began to become clearer.

His long golden hair fell like a waterfall, his brows seemed to hide the fatigue and indomitable spirit of thousands of years of war, his eyes were as deep as the night sky, reflecting the ups and downs of the fate of countless races.

He was wearing light armor and a battle robe on his shoulders. The long sword in his hand was not unsheathed, but it already revealed a sharp edge.

Brian held his breath and concentrated, feeling an inexplicable awe and shock in his heart.

He had never "seen" a god so clearly—not a name in legend, not a description in classics, but a real, living existence standing before him.

This kind of pressure and solemnity that transcends the ordinary is not a force that can be expressed in words. It is silent, but penetrates into every inch of the air like a tide, oppressing Brian's five senses and reason, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

At this moment, Brian felt like he was standing on the threshold of fate and had a glimpse of the game between the gods.

This is a contest that mortals can never understand, a grand chess game that spans time and space, will and laws.

The figure that emerged was as silent as the abyss, but in an almost invisible way, it slowly injected its will into the depths of Brian's soul, like a whisper under the night, profound and irresistible.

Just as his heart was trembling, the information in the system panel suddenly showed strange fluctuations.

In the column of supernatural gifts, "Blessing of Avandor (Demigod)" actually began to vibrate faintly, as if it had sensed the call of some supreme being.

Brian frowned slightly, feeling that this was not a simple data feedback, but a resonance between blood and divinity, as if this blessing originally came from that god, and now he finally faced its source again, and instinctively woke up, trembled, and surrendered.

"Could it be that the Elven Lord Corellon Laresian is not descending as an incarnation this time, but as his true self?" Brian muttered to himself, but he felt that his guess was a little ridiculous.

This idea is too absurd.

Ever since the Cataclysm of the Saints tore the ties between the gods and the mortal world, and then the Spellbane swept across the entire world of Toril, the foundation of this world has long been shaky.

The power of the gods has been weakened, and the main material plane is no longer suitable for the long-term residence of divinity.

Not to mention the arrival of the real body, even the appearance of an incarnation is often accompanied by endless risks and costs.

The gods had long since learned to be cautious, and even looked on with indifference at the land they had shaped with their own hands.

Brian finally realized that although the Elf Lord God did not descend into the material world in his true form, the immense and unparalleled pressure that He exuded, like the pressure from heaven, was by no means something that an ordinary projection or incarnation could bear.

This is clearly a method that is close to "the presence of the real god", a terrifying power that can truly tear a part of the supreme divinity into the void and descend upon this world.

From this we can see that as an elf god with powerful divine powers, his level is probably one or even several levels higher than many gods at the same level as himself.

Otherwise, why would Rose, the Spider Queen, turn into a resentful woman and start to complain about the grievances she had suffered over the years after seeing the appearance of the Elf God?

She is afraid of domestic violence.

Brian shook his head, feeling that his idea was ridiculous. So he retracted his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. He turned into a spectator, looked forward, and quietly ate the big melon of the divorced couple.

The silence that lasted for a moment was as heavy as the night, as if even the air was frozen.

Brian held his breath and focused his eyes on the figure of the Elf God.

Finally, He moved.

Corellon's originally illusory existence was instantly slowly outlined by some almost invisible force. A ripple like water waves spread out from his body, spreading in circles, as if the surface of a lake was lightly touched by a fingertip.

Then, His figure became clearer and clearer at a speed visible to the naked eye. The phantom turned into a solid entity, with fluttering clothes and a solemn expression, as if His real body had arrived.

This change from virtual to real is not abrupt, but rather the result of the silent operation of some ancient law between heaven and earth, which is awe-inspiring.

As Corellon's body gradually condensed, an indescribable aura spread in the air.

Brian clearly felt that the aura emanating from Corellon's body neither belonged to the material world nor was it completely otherworldly. It was more like something in between the two, carrying with it the majesty of divinity and the agility of life, as well as the simple and unpretentious state of returning to nature in the material world.

The most shocking thing was that a full moon with silver light quietly appeared in the sky above Corellon's head.

Brian looked up and found that the moon was no ordinary thing. It hung quietly in the sky, surrounded by countless twinkling stars, like stars surrounding the moon, or like believers worshiping gods.

The moonlight sprinkled down, directly casting a hazy and mysterious glow on this huge cave in the underground world.

Brian looked at this scene, his heart trembled, and he could hardly believe his eyes.

For some reason, when he saw this situation, his mind unconsciously recalled the fantasy novels he had read in the real world.

The book often describes scenes where when some great immortal cultivators reach the highest level of cultivation, strange changes in celestial phenomena and the manifestation of laws of nature occur.

For example, there are thunder and lightning, changing winds and clouds, and the sun and the moon shining together.

And now, the scene presented by Corellon in front of him was surprisingly similar to those words.

The difference is that the scenes in the novel are imagination, but Brian feels that everything in front of him is more like a reality.

After realizing this situation, Brian felt an unprecedented shock and sense of insignificance.

At this moment, he felt like he was standing on the edge of the universe, looking up at an existence that truly stood above all things. This was not only a symbol of power, but also the embodiment of order and rules.

He swallowed involuntarily, with only one question in his mind: Is this the power that belongs exclusively to the gods?
Deep in Brian's cognition, the power system of this world has always been clear and limited.

All he knew was the fundamental power that mortals could reach.

It is nothing more than the physique, speed and fighting instincts tempered in the flesh and blood, the soul and psychic powers tempered by mental power, or the trace of law power that is accidentally glimpsed and mastered after the strength rises to the legendary realm. (End of this chapter)