The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

After ambushing and shoving his way out of the Nightshade Clan's territory, Moran found the cave maze behind him filled with incapacitated Shadow Elves.

She found a deserted underground passage, used spatial magic to teleport back to the entrance of the Rift Throat, and then entered the Mirror Space nearby.

Now that she has the inheritance, she will use the mirror space's ability to adjust the flow of time to quickly digest the knowledge within and raise the levels of the remaining professions to level 20.

Moran's magic level has long exceeded the tenth level. In the world of Seran, his magic power, when converted into magical energy needed for any profession, can exceed level 20. The only flaw is his magic level.

Other extraordinary professionals, upon reaching levels 19 or 20, would begin to consider gradually distancing themselves from the magic network to cast spells and prepare to break through to level 20 and become "gods." However, Moran, from the moment he arrived in the world of Seran, had been studying the complete spell structure through the simplified spell models of the magic network.

Although the spell structure of every spell has not been fully understood, casting spells outside of the magic network is not a problem at all.

Level 19 demigod, level 20 quasi-god, or even higher than level 20, are not barriers for her; it's just a matter of time.

In mirror space, however, time is not an issue.

Less than ten years had passed in the outside world, and Moran had fully digested the knowledge in the inherited memories of the various elven branches. The eight mainstream elven extraordinary professions that were beneficial to the bloodline reversion ritual—Druid, Ranger, Radiant Priest, Sun Knight, Shadow Walker, Shadow Assassin, Star Mage, and Astrologer—had all broken through to level 20.

“It’s time to go to Suramaran!” Moran thought to himself, and his figure disappeared from the mirror space, reappearing near the Rift Throat.

This time, she didn't let Zhizhi take her on the journey.

Suramaran, the legendary ancient capital of the elves, the birthplace and holy site of elven civilization, is not actually located on the prime material plane of the Thran world.

According to the common records in the inherited memories of all the branch spirits, it is hidden in a high-energy demiplane that is closely connected to the main world, yet exists independently.

Since the High Elves developed irreconcilable differences due to their core beliefs, splitting into branches such as the Star Elves, Corona Elves, Shadow Elves, and Nature Elves, who left one after another to pursue their own independent paths, the last group of High Elves who upheld the "Way of Perfection" joined forces to completely seal off Suramaran and the demiplane it occupied.

The inherited memories of each branch of the spirits clearly record the methods for entering Suramaran.

The method itself is not complicated.

Any high-ranking pure-blooded elf who has reached level 15 or above can summon the portal to Suramaran to their side by reciting an ancient summoning spell, using their pure elven bloodline as a medium.

However, summoning the portal is only the first step.

The real barrier lies in "opening up".

Above the portal is an ancient detection mechanism.

Only an elf who is truly willing to accept and understand the ideas and wisdom of all the branches of the elves, who no longer holds narrow-minded factional views, and who has mastered the power of stars, the power of light, the power of shadow, and the power of nature, can condense a "key" that gathers all four energies, open the tightly closed door, and enter the sealed Suramaran.

However, none of these are problems for Moran.

Moran looked around to make sure no one could disturb him, then stretched out his hands, palms facing each other, and placed them in front of his chest. He began to chant the incantation for the gates of Suramalan in an ancient and melodious tone.

As the incantation was chanted, the bloodline of the natural spirits within her began to warm slightly, emitting a soft emerald green light. The surrounding air began to ripple like water, and the space emitted a low, harmonious hum.

Not far in front of them, a point of silvery-white light appeared out of thin air, rapidly expanding to outline a huge archway ten meters high and about five meters wide.

The archway is made of a milky white material that is neither jade nor wood, with star-like sparkles flowing across its surface.

The doors were tightly shut, etched with incredibly intricate and ornate reliefs depicting the height of the High Elves' reign.

Moran stopped chanting, stepped forward, and gathered the power of stars, shadows, light, and nature that she possessed.

Four energies intertwined and swirled in her hands, and the tightly closed door made a heavy scraping sound as it slowly moved inward, opening a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

A soft yet bright light flowed out from the gap, warmly enveloping Moran.

The moment the light touched her skin, she felt a slight pulling sensation in the space, as if she were being "accepted" by the light itself.

The next moment, her figure, along with the huge door that had just opened a crack, blurred and faded instantly, like a reflection in water being scattered by a pebble, and completely disappeared into the air without leaving a trace.

After a brief period of weightlessness, Moran's feet touched solid ground.

The soft halo still enveloped her, but it was no longer dazzling.

Moran blinked, adjusting to the new environment.

The first thing she sensed was the dense, almost liquefied magical energy in the air. This energy was not singular; the power of the vast stars, the power of warm light, the power of tranquil shadows, the power of active nature... all the magical energies she was familiar with were perfectly intertwined and fused together, forming a magnificent and harmonious environment.

It has a higher energy concentration than the Amethyst Ring of Quilariel, and is much gentler; you can feel these energies spontaneously nourishing your body and mind simply by breathing.

Before me stretched a vast, breathtakingly beautiful space.

Beneath my feet was a smooth, mirror-like jade floor that radiated a warm, white light. The material was similar to that of the gate, but even purer, and it stretched all the way to the end of my sight.

There was no sky overhead, only flowing silver starlight and magnificent aurora. Countless tiny, living elemental particles swam across the dome, occasionally sprinkling down dreamlike rain of light.

At the edge of the field of vision, the outline of a tree so huge it defies description stands majestically, like a spine supporting the heavens and the earth.

Even from such a great distance, Moran could feel the energy emanating from that giant tree, an energy countless times more powerful and vast than the Tree of Life in Emerald Forest, the Starry Ancient Tree of Quel'Rail, the Tree of Radiance in Eternal City, or the Shadow Tree of the Nightshade Clan.

It is simultaneously entwined with the power of life, the power of light, and the power of shadow, constantly drawing upon the power of stars from the sky and beyond the world, transforming it into abundant magical energy to fill this space.

Moran knew that this was the origin of the high elves, the Mother Tree of Life.

The Tree of Life of the Nature Elves, the Starry Book of the Star Elves, the Tree of Radiance of the Sun Elves, and the Tree of Shadows of the Deep Shadow Elves are all merely branches transformed from it. (End of Chapter)