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Chapter 755 The Changes on the Continent Over the Past 80,000 Years! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets)

But despite their cursing, their hands didn't stop; they kowtowed even louder and licked even more fervently.
"Your Majesty! The Blackrock tribe is sworn to serve you for eternity!"

"We, the Moonglade Clan, are willing to serve as Your Majesty's vanguard!"

"Your Majesty, have mercy and guide us, your lost descendants!"

The divine aura naturally emanating from Li Chen made their eyes sting and their souls tremble even when they looked up at him, leaving them with no room for doubt.

At this moment, who would dare question his existence? They'd be asking for trouble!

Not only did they not dare to question him, they even began to automatically fill in the gaps in Li Chen's identity in their minds. He must be a powerful pure-blooded elf king from ancient times, or even an ancient being who participated in the war between gods and demons, who had fallen into a deep sleep due to injury and has now finally returned!
Li Chen's gaze swept casually across the crowd, as if searching for something.

Ultimately, his gaze "happened" to fall on Lor'themar, who was kneeling at the very front in the most humble posture, and on the people behind him dressed in the Windwhisperer family attire.

"Eighty thousand years, that's such a long time!"

Li Chen sighed softly, his tone carrying a just-right hint of vicissitude and hazy memories.

"Having been asleep for too long, I have forgotten many mundane matters. Come forward and tell me about the state of the world today."

Lor'themar, who was called out, was stunned at first, and then her joy was so great that it almost burst out of her chest!
He suppressed his excitement and quickly kowtowed again: "I will obey Your Majesty's decree! It is a great honor for Lorthema to be able to resolve Your Majesty's doubts!"

Seeing this, the other clan leaders felt a chill and disappointment in their hearts. Their eyes were filled with envy and jealousy as they looked at Lor'themar, but they dared not show it in the slightest.

They knew that the Wind Whisperer family had really hit the jackpot this time, being chosen first by this "Ancient Elf King"!

Suppressing his pride and smugness, Lortherma carefully raised his head and suggested in the most humble tone, "Your Majesty has just awakened, and the environment here is harsh; it is certainly not a place to linger. If Your Majesty does not mind, please move to my tribe's residence to rest for the time being. I will allow Lortherma to give you a detailed report on my recent situation, and my tribe will certainly do its utmost to serve Your Majesty!"

He had already begun to imagine the glory and status that the Wind Whisperer family would gain after welcoming this "Elf King" back to the family, and perhaps even become the common ruler of the entire half-elf race in the Eternal Day Empire!
Little did he know that all of this was a carefully orchestrated scheme by Li Chen for him and for the entire Wind Whisperer family.

His ecstatic joy, his pride, and his calculations were all within Li Chen's expectations.

What Li Chen wanted was for them to willingly place themselves on a pedestal and then serve him.

On the way back to Li Chen's territory, he was surrounded by the Wind Whisperer family and welcomed back as if he were a god.

The news of "the awakening of an ancient power with the bloodline of the Elf King" has spread like wildfire throughout the southern part of the Eternal Day Empire at an astonishing speed, and is still spreading towards the capital.

Various forces reacted quickly upon hearing the news. Even some important branches of the Eternal Day Church in the south obtained relatively accurate intelligence that had been verified by multiple parties through special channels.

Logically speaking, the Vatican should send a top expert over at this time, or even the Pope himself should come, or the Pope should summon this expert.

However, the Vatican is currently facing some trouble. The Pope has been missing for a long time, and the other bishops of the Vatican are not powerful enough and are all observing the situation, with no one daring to make contact.

After all, they couldn't afford to offend the ancient powerful beings with the bloodline of the Elf King.

Without a superior deacon, they dared not act on their own. The Holy See, though unafraid of trouble, held absolute authority.

But now several powerful cardinals are vying for power, so who has time to care about this?

Lor'themar had considered temporarily blocking the news and keeping this "opportunity" to himself.

However, there were tens of thousands of powerful figures from all sides who witnessed that earth-shattering scene, a mixed bag, making it impossible to silence them all.

The leak of the information was exactly what he had expected, and it was also exactly what Li Chen wanted.

The bigger the commotion, the easier it is for the fish to take the bait.

When Li Chen stepped into the Wind Whisperer family's castle again, his identity and state of mind were completely different.

Last time he was a silent infiltrator; this time, he is revered as a god, "Your Majesty."

The castle's magnificent gates were already wide open. From the entrance all the way to the main hall, all the family members, regardless of their status, were prostrate on the ground. The crowd was dense and silent, except for the faint breathing sounds caused by excitement and awe.

Lorthema himself led the way, his demeanor as humble as that of the most loyal old servant.

They arrived at the most luxuriously decorated central hall, which was usually reserved for the clan chief.

Lor'themar turned first, leading all the core members of his tribe behind him to kneel down once more, their voices trembling with excitement, filled with boundless piety and faith:
"All members of the Wind Whisperer Clan respectfully welcome Your Majesty's arrival! May Your Majesty's glory shine eternally, guiding our clan's future!"

Their eyes burned with fervor, as if they were seeing not a person, but a deity walking among humans, the progenitor of their bloodline, and the sole hope for the revival of their people.

He took his seat on the throne, which symbolized the highest power in the family and was covered with a precious snow bear skin.

Lorsema insisted on inviting him to take a seat, but Li Chen remained indifferent, as if it were all perfectly natural.

Losema stood respectfully to the lower seat and began to recount in detail to Li Chen the changes that had taken place on the continent over the past "eighty thousand years".

He began by recounting the great war between gods and demons that caused the collapse of heaven and earth and the extinction of all races, how the glorious elven empire was annihilated in the long river of history, how the powerful dragon race went into seclusion, and how many other ancient races either migrated or declined.

He described in detail how the continent is now dominated by humans, and how half-elves and other mixed-race groups struggle to survive in the cracks, barely preserving a trace of their ancestors' bloodline and traditions, yet never able to recreate the glory of ancient times.
Lorthema's narration was filled with sighs and resentment, yet her gaze remained reverently fixed on Li Chen, as if reporting to her creator.

In the end, Lor'themar became emotional and prostrated himself again, his voice choked with sobs as he pleaded, "Your Majesty! You are the continuation of our race's supreme bloodline, the symbol of ancient glory! Your awakening now is truly the will of Heaven! I implore Your Majesty to take charge of the overall situation, lead us, your humble descendants, to restore the prestige of the Elves, and let our half-elf race once again stand at the pinnacle of the continent!"

His words were filled with fervent anticipation and almost fanatical devotion.

However, Li Chen simply leaned back lazily in his chair, his fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, a look of undisguised, slightly disdainful boredom on his face.
"Lead you? Restore your prestige?" He chuckled, his laughter like ice beads falling on a jade plate, crisp yet cold. "I have little interest in leading a group of mixed-blood descendants."

(End of this chapter)