The Witcher: Start with the Lord Marrying a Wife.

Chapter 586 Astral Summoning
Its branches reach towards the sky, connecting with the stars. This mother of all things silently perceives the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth; her vague yet all-encompassing consciousness flows from between the tree canopy, as gentle yet resilient as the morning sun.

Suddenly, a slight tremor passed through her massive body, like ripples spreading across a lake. This tremor originated from everything that had just happened—the chaotic core mental fluctuations released by David, the demigod, were captured by her from root to leaf tip and quietly amplified and transmitted to all the branch networks.

"All things return to one..." Ysera seemed to express her thoughts silently, her vague observations carrying a hint of anxiety and anticipation for the unknown future. "A new branch is sprouting, countless possibilities intertwined. But can mortals withstand this abrupt change? Will they conform to nature or trigger catastrophe?"

Within her enormous projection, the outline of the continent could be vaguely seen, revealing David's location. The translucent, ever-expanding chaotic energy erupted like a volcano, or surged forth like a torrent breaking free of its restraints, distorting the surrounding dimensions into fragmented structures. These fractures transformed into intricate grids of runes, resonating strangely with the World Tree's spreading roots.

At this moment, not only the ancestral lands of the elves, but also many high-level beings in the world, including the gods hidden in dimensional rifts and beyond the laws of time, could not ignore this violent tremor from the mortal realm. In an instant, the top-level domains of the multiverse seemed to have a hidden thread stirred, triggering a chain reaction.

In more distant dimensions, some immortal beings, still slumbering or concealing their identities, have also begun to perceive this anomaly. They exchange information through a means of communication that transcends the limitations of language and sensory perception:

"That human demigod known as 'David'... what forbidden power does he possess?" The whisper was filled with inquiry and caution. "His rebellion may lead to the collapse of the old order, but perhaps it is a necessary sacrifice."

Another voice responded coldly: "We must monitor its next move and prevent the situation from getting out of control. We cannot allow any single entity to disrupt the balance of the multiple realms, as this concerns the overall safety of all realms."

As these high-ranking beings examined and discussed the course of fate, the night on the continent grew ever darker. Yet, the awakening aura brought about by David's spiritual power was no longer gloomy and silent, but filled with an unprecedented sense of urgency and exhilaration. He stood high in the sky, gazing at the heavens, his indomitable flame burning from within like an eternal beacon guiding all beings out of the darkness and fog, and simultaneously becoming an unmissable shining light in the hearts of those watching from distant realms.

On the edge of the ruins of the Silvermoon Kingdom, an elderly sage gazed up at the starry sky. The scroll in his hand displayed blurred runes, yet they appeared exceptionally clear due to the disturbance of his mental energy. He murmured softly, "This is the mark of awakening for the new generation of mutants, the prelude to a rewriting of the heavens..."

As night deepened, the wind whispered among the ruins of the Silver Moon capital, carrying the faint scent of embers and the lingering echoes of distant battles. At this moment, in a secluded and mysterious space, David stood alone. This was the heart of chaos—an otherworldly space formed by the interwoven and condensed divine light of multiple elements.

The space was boundless, yet incredibly dense. Gray, blue, red, green, and other colors flowed through this void, each ray of light carrying a unique rhythm and cadence, weaving together to form a slowly rotating energy core. It was the core of chaos, a new life form that was both strange and familiar, bearing the power of destruction and rebirth, and concealing infinite possibilities.

David stared at the core, which was gradually stabilizing yet still emanating a faint, eerie energy. His gaze was as deep as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple, but his heart was surging with intense emotions.

“It… has finally stabilized.” He murmured to himself, his voice echoing in the void. “This chaotic core is not only the source of power, but also the most crucial new node between all balance and rupture.”

He walked slowly forward, each step landing on a platform made of pure energy, silent yet weighty. He stretched out his hands, hands that were as firm and powerful as if they controlled the laws of heaven and earth.

Surrounding the core, the interwoven divine light seemed to respond to his will, flashing and trembling rhythmically, harmoniously unified like the resonance of all things. Gray veins symbolized destruction and reincarnation, blue ripples represented tranquility and wisdom, red flames revealed fiery passion, and green vortexes signified the revival of life. This seemingly chaotic yet complementary arrangement brought peace and tranquility.

David closed his eyes, and in that instant, he felt the absolute control he had over the Blood Prison World within him become increasingly clear—the result of the deepest and most subtle adjustments to the rules of heaven and earth. He was not only a vessel of power, but also a key weight on the new scales of the multiverse order.

“This is a new route with no return,” he murmured. “There is no turning back, nor is there any need to turn back… Every step will open up a new future.”

His gaze slowly shifted to a spot not far away, where a crystal pillar, crystal clear and pure yet exuding a subtle aura of both coldness and warmth, stood silently beside him. This was the place where Lena's soul embers were enshrined—Lena, the immortal being who had used her life as a shield and her soul as a sword to protect her people until the very last moment, had been transformed into an eternally frozen statue, but fragments of her soul were carefully preserved here.

Within the crystal pillar, a flickering, crimson flame shimmered, like leaping stars. Wisps of seemingly nonexistent energy extended from the pillar, echoing the chaotic energy surrounding David. This symbolized not only Lena, but also the undying spirit of the entire race and the unwavering belief in freedom.

David's eyes narrowed slightly, a mixture of determination and tenderness in them. "The foundation of the world has been laid. No matter the cost, I will retrieve the shattered soul, awaken her from her eternal freeze, and let light shine on this land once more."

His voice, though soft, resonated like thunder, echoing through the space for a long time. He slowly walked to the crystal pillar and covered its cold surface with his palm. A warmth flowed from his hand into the center of the crystal, as if awakening a dormant ancient life, rekindling the once cold and lonely fire with a gentle warmth.

“Resurrection is not a simple reproduction, but a redefinition of existence in a new era,” he whispered. “It is a promise, and it is destiny.”

Suddenly, ripples spread across the surrounding void, countless tiny cosmic dust particles falling like stars, or bursting forth with vitality like newborn cells. In this moment, all sorrow and despair were dissolved in unwavering hope, and a new era based on freedom and faith was quietly unfolding.

Although the distant continent remains in chaos, within this tranquil sanctuary, he knows that the real battle has only just begun, and the future that truly belongs to all of them will quietly give birth to its first ray of dawn here… The chill in the air lessened slightly, and a barely perceptible yet undeniable warm breeze of new life swept across the crumbling walls, witnessing this vow together with the hazy starlight—unyielding, unwavering, even if covered in wounds, they will protect the dream that belongs to everyone!

David stood up, his back straight and resolute. He raised his hands high, gazed at the dim starry sky for a long time, and then slowly closed his fists, gathering all his determination into one point:
"For all that has been lost, for all that has yet to be seen, I will be your strong support!"

In an instant, a dazzling beam of light, seemingly shooting through a rift in time and space, pierced the night sky, like the dawn breaking through the darkness, bringing long-awaited hope to this ravaged land. And the ever-rotating yet increasingly stable and mature chaotic core seemed to respond to the call, shining even brighter and more radiant…

Clad in the armor of a chaotic demigod, David radiated a faint glow of interwoven blue and crimson as he moved through the ruins, his entire focus on constructing defensive fortifications. The magical runes in his hands flickered incessantly, each release seemingly condensing an invisible yet incredibly sturdy protective barrier in the air.

Along the street edges, collapsed walls and shattered stones were swiftly pieced together and rebuilt, countless protective runes inlaid upon them, transforming the ruins into an impregnable new defensive line. Soldiers, drenched in sweat, toiled between the city walls; though their bodies were exhausted, the unwavering flame in their eyes shone brighter than all the darkness in the world.

However, amidst the tense and busy atmosphere, a secluded tent held a heavy and tense ambiance. Cynthia sat upright on a soft cushion, her once gentle and warm face now dulled by her severe injuries, unable to conceal the unease and restlessness caused by the beastly fluctuations within her bloodline. She pressed her hands lightly to her chest, yet she could still feel the savage, wild energy lurking deep within her bloodline, each breath accompanied by a subtle and dangerous, unstable vibration.

David stood beside her, his gaze steady but his brow slightly furrowed. He extended his palm, and a warm, delicate, flowing spiritual energy slowly flowed into Cynthia's body. He silently chanted an incantation, skillfully weaving the runic energy, a blend of chaos and order, into a barrier, temporarily suppressing the disorder caused by the bloodline's beast transformation. However, he knew this was only a temporary measure; the dark power hidden in the abyss of the bloodline had not been eradicated.

“Cynthia, you must hold on,” David said in a low but firm voice. “I will find a way to completely resolve this and will not let you be consumed by your bestiality.”

Just then, a faint yet unusually clear discordant hum emanated from an ancient device placed in the corner—a core fragment of the Starry Sky Elf Sundial. The sundial, like a crystalline eye at the intersection of time and space, emitted a faint blue light with its slight tremors.

The patterns on the fragments flickered and faded, irregularly leaping and transforming into a series of ever-flowing, intricate, yet enigmatic star map projections that slowly unfolded. At the edge of this projected celestial realm, the coordinates of a strange and eerie location were clearly discernible, surrounded by intermittent ripples of information, imbued with an intense aura of fear, like the simultaneous cries of hundreds of terrified souls:

“...Coordinates...Marker...Star Eater...Devour...Guardian...Collapse...Star Eye...Call for Help...Clan Annihilation…”

The voice was hoarse and disordered, yet filled with despair and urgency. From the ethereal quality refracted by the projection, one could sense that this was a message from another world, even across dimensions—an extremely rare and dangerous signal. It was not merely a cry for help, but more like the last desperate cry of a dying civilization to the outside world.

David frowned again, quickly focusing his mental energy on the core fragment of the stardial, attempting to decipher more hidden information through his demigod vision. However, the information was incomplete, leaving only those chilling keywords: Star Eater, a legendary being capable of devouring stellar energy and causing catastrophes; Devouring implied large-scale destruction; Guardian revealed that the opponent was desperately resisting; Collapse foreshadowed the system or spatial structure being on the verge of collapse; and the words "extinction of the race" pointed directly to a crisis of survival for the race.

These words struck David's heart, both its softest and sharpest spot—instantly igniting a sense of responsibility and mission. He brushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead, his eyes revealing a cold yet resolute gaze:

“This is a distress signal from another dimension. A world is facing an unprecedented catastrophe, and they are placing their hopes on us,” he whispered. “But we are not yet secure here; the embers of war still linger on our homeland, and there are lurking dangers…”

Looking around at the people who still needed to rebuild fortifications and protect the survivors, and at the unresolved dangers lurking in Cynthia, he was caught in a brief struggle—should he risk splitting his forces to rescue the unknown world? Or should he first consolidate his own foundation?
Just then, a silver-white wind chime drifted from the distant mountain peak. It was Liya transmitting a message to him with her mental power: "Lord, this signal has completely locked onto the coordinates. It is the ruins of the 'Lonely Islands' on the edge of the Northern Constant Rotation Domain, the location of our people's ancient civilization, the 'Star Pupil'! If we do not rescue them in time, they may be completely wiped out."

Upon hearing this, David's expression grew even more solemn. He raised his right fist, pressed his palm lightly against his chest as if drawing upon all his willpower, and then calmly said, "Time is of the essence; we must make a decision immediately."

He turned to look directly at the new fortifications the soldiers had desperately built on the ground beneath his feet, then swept his gaze across the darkening sky above the mountains, still burning with the brilliance of hope. At that moment, a greater mystery lay hidden behind the endless smoke of war, and every step he took would influence the future of countless lives:
"On one side, there is everything the Silvermoon Kingdom needs to protect from the ongoing war; on the other side, there is a civilization on the other side of the distant universe that urgently needs to be saved from its dire straits. But I believe that as long as we are determined, no matter how desperate the situation, we can find a way to survive!"

He stood on the high platform, like the brightest North Star in the night sky, and awakened everyone with his words imbued with the aura of a vast and epic history:

"Let's all prepare ourselves for the coming storm!"

The soldiers all around looked up at the night sky, their eyes gleaming. Some gripped their sword hilts tightly, while others silently recited incantations and oaths.

The air still carried the lingering smell of gunpowder and dust from the ruins, but the atmosphere within the city was now more solemn and resolute.

(End of this chapter)