Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 434 Peace Must Be Awaited
Unlike its father, the Seed of Creation is not used to making plans. Rather than planning everything before doing anything, it prefers to gradually adjust its direction as it does things.

Just like trees never plan their root system before it takes hold, they just spread wherever they can.

On the elves' planet, the power of the Seed of Creation began to spread.

In the beginning, bread grew on the trees. This was something the Seed of Creation learned from its father; food was the most basic signal.

After overcoming their initial doubts, the long-eared elves indeed tried taking a couple of bites.

There were no negative reactions, and even the Seed of Creation itself did not exert any influence.

That's because it was originally food for the Tahririans; the Seed of Creation was simply delivering it to an alien planet this time.

The food supply took three days, which wasn't a long time, but it wasn't short either. At least with the two stars about to collide, wasting three days was a bit extravagant.

So, after that, the Seed of Creation approached the elves of the Astral Faction.

“I will give you strength and I will also give you a favorable environment.”

The Seed of Creation was playing tricks on those Astralists.

The Astralists naturally believed it, after all, this faction had a kind of superstitious worship of the power in the star sea, not to mention that the trees affected by the Seed of Creation did indeed produce food out of thin air.

All the Astralists had to do was water and fertilize the trees and wait for them to turn into houses.

Yes, this is the second step of the Seed of Creation.

After extending its roots toward the elves' food, it then extended its roots toward the elves' dwelling.

The elves are actually quite skilled in architecture, especially on their planet. After granting them access to the power of the earth, the mages can erect towering mage towers with just a wave of their hand.

However, what rose from the ground were merely mage towers. These towering mage towers were just cold, impersonal buildings; they could not spout clean water from inside, nor could they grow food on the walls.

Thus, thanks to their powerful functionality, these treehouses were successfully deployed in just three days, becoming the preferred dwellings for most elves.

Especially for the Astral Elves, who are not used to going out, these treehouses are a welcome relief.

However, the native elves had a rather complicated feeling.

Civil engineering has always been an important project for elves, so who knows how many elves have been supported along the civil engineering line—although the emergence of the earth's power has brought an impact to these elves along the line, it is clear that the force of this impact is ultimately limited.

While large-scale projects can be accomplished with the power of the earth, smaller-scale renovations still require the help of local elves.

But now...

Those newly built treehouses don't need any decoration at all. If you need anything, just tap the wall a couple of times and it will be solved immediately.

This is going too far.

"You are using the power of the Star Sea to steal the livelihood of your people!"

The local faction decisively launched an attack on the astral faction.

"Don't think we don't know what you're up to!" "What are we up to? Is it wrong to use something advanced?"

The Astral Spirits answered in this way.

"You can't make good products yourselves, so you blame us for using better ones? Instead of blaming us, why don't you try to improve your own quality?"

For a time, tensions rose between the two sides, and there was no room for negotiation.

Thus, the Astral faction and the native faction among the elves went to war once again.

This left the Seed of Creation, which was about to spread its own root system, speechless. It never expected that these long-eared elves would even fight over this—and the intensity of the battle was exceptionally fierce. In just one day, thousands of elves had become corpses.

After that, the war escalated further. The native elves continued to destroy the treehouses and even everything that symbolized aliens, while the Starsea elves simply transformed the treehouses into weapons of war, destroying one mage tower after another.

For a time, the two sides fought fiercely, each seemingly determined to kill the other.

"This doesn't seem to be my problem..."

The Seed of Creation is certain that it did not even sow discord; it was simply extending its goodwill, wanting to improve the lives of these long-eared elves, thereby achieving reconciliation and embracing peace with the Tahririans.

But now...

These long-eared elves have no concept of peace whatsoever; judging from the way they attack each other, they are clearly more warlike than anyone else.

"Perhaps they are a warlike race, who knows?"

Ultimately, the Seed of Creation could only reach this conclusion.

It didn't want to support either of the two factions of long-eared elves, not even the Astral Faction, which were on its side.

From the Seed of Creation's perspective, since these long-eared elves do not know the value of peace and are so warlike, then extinction should be their only path—of course, this may be somewhat cruel to the long-eared elves themselves, but the Seed of Creation is not an elf, nor is it even a Taheris.

It only needs to obey its father's words and bring peace to everything. If the creatures here do not need peace, then they have no reason to exist.

"However, judging from the past, these long-eared elves would be stopped after fighting for a while."

Recalling her previous observations of these long-eared elves, the Seed of Creation had already gained some experience.

If these long-eared elves were allowed to continue fighting, a victor might actually emerge from the two factions. However, every time these elves were halfway through their internal war, they would encounter strong external intervention—as if they had been suddenly brainwashed. They would immediately lay down their weapons and go home, as if all the fighting had never happened.

"It should be... Upo Salas?"

The Seed of Creation remembers that name.

"It must be what it did. It's using its power to control the actions of these long-eared elves... that is to say."

In other words, Upo Salas is the one it needs to keep an eye on.

And this is also its other purpose this time. If these long-eared elves do not accept peace, then it will follow the clues and try to find out the truth about Upo Salas.

(End of this chapter)