Arcane Journey

After the Elf God Corellon said these words to the Spider Queen Rose, a hint of coldness suddenly flashed across his majestic eyes, and then he raised his hand and pointed at Rose's shadow.

The moment Corellon finished speaking, the air suddenly stagnated, as if even time was frozen.

Deep in his eyes, the originally calm golden pupils revealed a hint of coldness, like a crack in a glacier, releasing the anger hidden within.

The next moment, he raised his right hand, his fingertips straight as a sword, and pointed at Rose's shadow without hesitation.

The world suddenly changed, and a brilliant yet cold divine power burst out from Corellon's fingertips, like thunder tearing through the night sky.

This power was invisible and intangible, but it carried with it an unrivaled pressure, as if the entire Underdark was holding its breath at this moment. Its mere existence was enough to make the gods retreat.

Rose was unable to even make any reaction. Her figure, which was gradually condensing and becoming solid, trembled instantly under the divine punishment, like a candle flame in a strong wind, swaying and about to go out.

There was a flash of astonishment and unwillingness in her eyes, but there was no time for it to be transformed into words or actions.

Her body began to shatter and spread, like a drop of ink falling into clear water, and was quickly swallowed up by the invisible force.

Finally, her shadow turned into rippling circles and dissipated into the void, leaving only a lingering fishy-sweet smell in the air, like the rotten smell emitted when a spider web breaks.

"Is this considered a domestic violence scene?" Brian couldn't help but laugh as he watched Rose's disappearing shadow.

Then, when he was thinking about whether to show up, suddenly, a hot and manic breath quietly spread. The air became sticky and heavy, as if it was slowly baked by an invisible fire, and even breathing had a slight burning feeling.

Brian frowned slightly, keenly aware of the changes around him.

This is the energy of the fire element, but unlike ordinary flames which are docile and controllable, it is more like a primitive rage on the verge of being out of control. The breath it exudes is very similar to the breath of the flames erupting from the volcano in the bottomless abyss, mixed with a chaotic and violent energy.

"Could it be that……"

Before Brian had time to think about it, a distorted dark red light suddenly appeared where Rose had disappeared before.

This ball of energy was churning violently like a living thing, obviously trying to struggle to break free from some kind of restraints.

Then, it began to condense rapidly, and finally turned into a fist-sized, fiery red crystal, floating quietly in the air.

A strange light flowed on the surface of the crystal, and vaguely one could see some indescribable power hidden within it.

Its edges trembled irregularly, and every vibration seemed to strike the most fragile strings deep in people's hearts.

If it weren't for the indescribable divine aura emanating from Corellon's body suppressing it, Brian was almost certain that this crystal stone could explode with devastating power at any time and completely destroy the entire city of Ancient Orens.

However, when Brian thought that the ancient city of Orens was not accidentally destroyed in this disaster, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

You know, in the years since he traveled to this world, he has doubted the meaning of his existence countless times.

Be it the magnificent historical torrent or the major turning points that determine the fate of countless lives, such as the turmoil in the Underdark, it seems that they have never been fundamentally deviated by his intervention.

Brian's existence is like a speck of dust, floating in the long river of time, occasionally causing a few ripples, but ultimately unable to change the direction of the river.

However, this time, the development of things was beyond his expectations.

He had originally made some choices out of instinct, and some seemingly insignificant interventions actually reversed the fate of the ancient city of Orens, which was heading for destruction.

At this moment, the flames were soaring into the sky, the demons from the abyss were pressing in, and this oldest underground city of the dark elves was almost on the verge of collapse, but in the end, it still managed to survive. Like a veteran covered in scars but still standing proudly, silently watching the embers of the battlefield.

Brian looked down at his hands, his fingertips trembling slightly.

He is not a god, cannot predict the future, and cannot control the course of his destiny.

But he finally realized that he was not doing nothing.

It's not that he can't change the timeline, he just hasn't mastered that ability yet.

Just like a young seedling, it is still struggling to grow in the soil, but one day, it will break through the soil and face the sunshine.

The wind blew gently across his cheek, carrying the smell of torches burning on the distant city walls and the lingering smoke from deep underground.

Brian closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if at this moment he finally saw clearly his place in this world.

Neither a ruler nor a bystander, but a growing participant, quietly placing his own chess piece in the chess game of fate.

So, he withdrew his thoughts and stopped thinking about it. Since the ancient city of Orens had been preserved intact and he had seen a scene of domestic violence by a divorced couple and satisfied his curiosity, there was no point in staying any longer.

Brian's mind moved slightly, and his thoughts were quietly withdrawn like a silk thread, ready to return to his body and dissolve this projection that was floating outside.

However, just when his consciousness was about to be cut off, an inexplicable force suddenly descended, like an undercurrent, silently invading him, leaving him without even a hint of vigilance.

The next moment, Brian, who was sitting in meditation deep in the Vizlan Mage Tower, was suddenly shaken. Before he could react, a magical wave as vast as the ocean and with overwhelming pressure burst out from Vizlan's crystal mirror.

It must be said that this force was so strong that it was despairing. It was like the world was turned upside down and the laws were out of order, irresistibly tearing his soul away from reality.

Light and shadow intertwined before his eyes, the world turned upside down, Brian felt his five senses confused, his consciousness seemed to fall into the whirlpool of the abyss, and he had no power to resist.

When Brian, who was still in shock, finally regained consciousness and felt his feet on solid ground, he was shocked to realize that he had actually come to the ancient city of Orens!

The air was filled with the scent of ancient bricks and moss, and in the distance, the streets were deep and echoed with the whispers of the wind through the ruins.

And right in front of him, the tall figure wearing a silver-glowing battle robe and with a dignified divinity between his brows stood quietly. It was the elven god Corellon Larethian.

I saw that these eyes, which originally had a bright and majestic light, had slightly restrained their sharpness, and were replaced by a hint of vague interest and scrutiny.

He stared at Brian as if he was sizing up a chess piece that had accidentally entered the game, and there was even a barely perceptible smile on the corner of his mouth.

Before Brian could say anything, the low, ancient-rhythmic voice of the Elf God slowly spread in the air.

The tone of His voice seemed to have traveled through thousands of years of time, carrying an unquestionable majesty and mystery.

"After watching for so long, I'm sure you must be full of doubts." The Elf Lord's gaze was like the morning light that penetrated the soul, staring at Brian quietly, his tone was both gentle and slightly tentative, "However, before I answer these questions, I want to ask you a question first."

He paused for a moment, as if to give weight to this moment, allowing every word to create ripples in Brian's heart.

"Do you know what a 'transcendent' is?" (End of this chapter)