I have a city in another world

Chapter 6888 The Ancient Heritage of the Elven Race

Looking at the scene inside the hotel, Yves felt a chill in his heart, a sense of abandonment.

As a low-level cultivator, struggling in the cultivation world, I have witnessed all sorts of conspiracies, schemes, and backstabbing, making it almost impossible for me to be truly sincere.

Following Tang Zhen, although I was under his control, I had a feeling I had never experienced before.

It seems that this group is truly worthy of trust.

However, at this moment, he had to face the fact that he had been abandoned, feeling like a lost soul.

However, it's also possible that I wasn't abandoned, but rather that some unexpected situation occurred?
Suppressing his unease, Yves spoke with the hotel owner, trying to find out the specifics of the situation.

However, after exchanging only a few words, Yves sensed something was wrong; the couple at the hotel were suspicious.

He deliberately tested them with questions about their experiences when they first met, questions that no other couple could answer.

As expected, the other party's answer was not what was expected at all, proving that they were not the real people.

Damn it, what on earth happened?
Yves felt flustered, but he suppressed his unease and prepared to observe more carefully.

Before long, Yves discovered even more problems, and his brow furrowed slightly.

At the same time, at the hotel entrance.

The mercenary squad members looked at Yves, who was standing in the flower bushes and pacing back and forth, with puzzled expressions.

They simply couldn't understand what this seemingly powerful and mysterious cultivator was doing at this moment.
It gives the impression that it is talking to someone, yet secretly observing something.

As an observer, I could clearly see Yves' cautious expression, which conveyed a clear sense of stealth; he was acting very carefully, as if afraid of being discovered.

He thought he was being careful enough, but in reality, every move he made was seen by onlookers.

For some reason, what was originally a very serious, even admirable, behavior appeared somewhat comical to others.

However, at the same time, the doubts in his heart grew stronger, and he couldn't understand why Yves would do this.
The wizard apprentices in the group, however, had more knowledge and thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that he's trapped in an illusion, which is why he's behaving so strangely?"

The wizard apprentice voiced his guess, and the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that it was true; there was no way he could have behaved so abnormally if he hadn't been trapped in an illusion.

If this is indeed the case, then at this moment, the crowd is not in Yves's sight, nor even within his perception range; what he sees is a completely different scene.

After the explanation, everyone suddenly understood and realized that this was the correct explanation.

No wonder he behaved so strangely in public; he was unaware that he was trapped in a fantasy.

I wonder if I'll feel ashamed once I realize what happened?
Although it was unclear what Yves's actual strength and cultivation level was, it was certain that he was no ordinary person.

Such a powerful person, if he were to truly become enraged, would be a terrifying thing.

After discussing it, everyone decided to pretend they knew nothing about it to avoid getting into trouble.

At the window on the second floor of the inn, a group of elves were also watching silently, their eyes filled with deep wonder.

I never imagined that the bunch of flowers and plants I planted before would have such a huge effect.

A powerful cultivator was so bewitched by some flowers and plants that he became trapped in an illusion from which he could not extricate himself.

The elves didn't know why this was the case, but they guessed it was related to those incantations.

As the incantation was recited, the elves could clearly feel a mysterious power being summoned.

This power was ancient and aged, seemingly having been dormant for countless years in some unknown place, exuding a sense of decay.

However, this power made the elves feel close, a sense of intimacy and majesty as if they were returning to the womb.

It must be this very force that transformed those ordinary flowers and plants, causing such incredible changes. The elves privately discussed and speculated that the mysterious spell taught by Tang Zhen was some kind of ancient tradition, closely related to the elven race.

Furthermore, this ancient tradition has been unused for quite some time, which is why it receives such an enthusiastic and strong response when someone uses it.

Even at this moment, the elves could feel that power protecting them.

And silently, it transforms and nourishes their bodies, giving them even greater power.

This unexpected joy filled the elves with excitement and gave them greater confidence in their revenge.

At this moment, the elves were no longer satisfied with revenge, but had a greater dream.

They wanted to liberate their people, fight against the slave traders, and establish a kingdom for the elves.

This is a great dream, requiring a huge price to be paid, and sacrifices will be made for it.

Despite the perilous road ahead, the elves did not give up; instead, they became even more determined.

The elves also knew that whether they could realize their dreams depended on whether Tang Zhen was willing to help them.

If it weren't for Tang Zhen's help, they would never have been able to escape their tragic fate. They would either have been trained and then auctioned off, falling into the hands of those powerful and wealthy who would wantonly humiliate them, or they would have been used as killing machines, serving as cannon fodder for some supernatural organizations.

It would never have been possible to have such a free body and be able to strive for my dreams as I am now.

On the second-floor viewing platform, Tang Zhen sat in a chair, quietly watching the scene outside.

While watching, Tang Zhen also offered guidance, making modifications and improvements to the arrangement of the plants and flowers.

Standing beside her was Ashe, who wore a moon-white robe that perfectly accentuated her slender and voluptuous figure.

Unlike the flat figures of other elves, Ashe is a rare voluptuous type, which perfectly combines with the tall stature of elves, creating a holy yet alluring temperament.

Since advancing to the extraordinary realm and practicing the ancient techniques taught by Tang Zhen, his aura of majesty has gradually increased.

Aisha was unaware that the cultivation method she practiced did indeed originate from an ancient tradition.

Many years ago, Tang Zhen read a secret manual obtained from ruins in the library of the cornerstone platform.

After deciphering, it was learned that this was a royal secret text of the Elven race, and only members of the royal family were qualified to read and practice it.

The Elf race is widely distributed throughout the myriad worlds and has given rise to numerous branches.

Dark elves, blood elves, jungle elves, or mountain elves—the various branches create a chaotic and disorderly landscape.

The Elf race was once incredibly powerful, and they conquered and invaded countless worlds.

Powerful, extraordinary races, once they reach a certain level of development, will all engage in similar practices.

This growth spread for countless years, and the elven race gradually multiplied and proliferated.

In some planes, the elven race gradually lost its dominant position, and the entire race slowly began to decline.

As information was cut off, many descendants of the elves gradually forgot the glory of their ancestors and even believed that they were descendants of savages.

Instead of being confident, they became panicked and anxious, even hiding in the deep mountains and forests.

The elven race to which Ashe belongs is the same; they have no idea about the glorious history of their ancestors.

Tang Zhen had read the secret manual and recorded it all, and now he was passing it on to the elves.

For the Elven race, the contents of the secret manual were priceless, but Tang Zhen did not need any reward.

Tang Zhen's true purpose was to cause trouble for the Wizarding Alliance and slap the face of the god behind the scenes.