Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 322 The Possibility of a Demigod

As the battle came to a complete end, the energy turbulence in this space gradually subsided, and the entire Demon King's Castle was reduced to ruins, with not a single intact building to be found.

The dense demonic energy around them had lost its source and was dissipating at a visible speed, just like the scene when the first Demon King was destroyed a thousand years ago.

Celia looked at the crystal-like object in Lord's hand and asked, "Where do you plan to put this?"

Lord pondered for a moment, then looked up at the sky: "How about Olivia's place? Not only is it high enough, but it also has a protective barrier. Ordinary beings can't even get close."

Over the millennia, the heavenly kingdom has become a legendary existence, and since the city itself is constantly moving, people have no idea of ​​its exact location.

Even if I knew, I might not be able to fly to that height, and even if I could, I wouldn't be able to break through the barrier and Olivia's defenses.

It is undoubtedly one of the safest places.

“The Celestial Kingdom?” Celia frowned slightly, offering a different perspective. “Let’s not trouble her. Besides, it’s the homeland of the Skywing Clan, and there’s no guarantee that there won’t be anything unknown to us. It would be troublesome if there were any resistance.” She paused, then continued, “How about we just place it in the deepest part of the Magic Association? We can both guard it ourselves. Anyway, we won’t be leaving the Magic Association for a long time.”

Upon hearing this, Lord turned to look at Celia and saw that she looked very serious, clearly having given it considerable thought.

“You’re right. It’s definitely safer to keep it under our noses. Let’s do it your way. Anyway, there can’t be another Solitaire.”

I have already modified the Magic Association's barrier, and there is absolutely no way that demons can infiltrate so easily again.

With the business settled, Celia showed no intention of leaving immediately. She tilted her head slightly, as if she was thinking about something.

"What's wrong?" Lord noticed her unusual behavior.

“Just now,” she began, organizing her thoughts, “when I was fighting that Anna Lizard, I vaguely felt a bit of… a barrier of strength.”

"What do you mean?" Lord gestured for her to continue.

“As you know,” Celia admitted, “at my current level, improving my strength has become extremely difficult. It’s not that I’ve reached the end, but rather that every step forward requires thousands or even tens of thousands of years of accumulation.”

Her tone carried a hint of helplessness, a common bottleneck faced by immortal beings once they reach a certain level of power.

"Back in Olivia's, I drank so many precious divine wines, and you know how much magic they contained, yet it only increased my magic power ceiling by about one percent—a negligible amount. But..."

She changed the subject: "Just now, during the battle with Anna Lizard, especially the moment when my magic collided directly with the divine power within her, I vaguely felt that the barrier of strength within me seemed to have loosened slightly? There was even a possibility that I could use this to advance further."

Celia raised her hand, looking at her fair palm, as if savoring the fleeting, strange feeling.

"I don't understand why fighting her would trigger this feeling in me more than absorbing the divine wine?"

Seeing her confused expression, Lord immediately understood. He took Celia's small hand and said, "That's because you've come to the edge of the demigod level and felt the impact of a higher-level power on your own strength."

"Demigod?" Celia was slightly taken aback. The term was somewhat unfamiliar to her, yet it also intrigued her greatly. "You mean...?"

"Simply put," Lord patiently explained, "with my help, and with your own accumulation over thousands of years, your current strength has reached the limit that a normal life form can achieve, and may even have surpassed it."

But beyond this limit lie other realms: the realm of gods, which involves authority and draws its power from divine force. Magical power and divine power, though both seemingly forms of energy, are fundamentally different. Ordinary beings are simply incapable of harnessing divine power, and thus, before the gods, they are like ants.

Seria immediately grasped the key point, squeezing Lord's hand back and asking eagerly, "And what about you? You're stronger than me, have you already..."

She naturally assumed that Lord must have already reached that level.

However, Lord shook his head and denied it, saying, "It's not that easy. I've only just stepped one foot in it, and I'm far from reaching that level."

"Half a leg?" Celia was even more curious. "How did you do that? Tell me!"

Her tone left no room for refusal, and her eyes were filled with a desire to become stronger.

Although she is already invincible, what if one day an enemy comes from outer space?
Seeing Celia's eager expression, Lord suddenly wanted to tease her, so he deliberately drawled out his words: "Well, the method is a bit special, but..."

He kept everyone in suspense and didn't continue.

When Celia saw him stop at the crucial moment, she pouted in dissatisfaction.

However, she has plenty of ways to deal with this man.

She released Lord's hand, took a step forward, moved closer to him, then stood on tiptoe, tilted her face up, and kissed Lord directly.

It wasn't even a fleeting, light kiss, but a longer and bolder one.

After what seemed like an eternity, Celia finally separated from him, taking small breaths of fresh air, her cheeks flushed, and asked, "Now...can I say it?"

Lord was clearly not prepared for this move, but he had to admit that he seemed to fall for it.

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you." He smiled helplessly, put his arm around her waist, pulled her closer, and explained carefully, "The reason is that I'm currently conducting an experiment to modify my own life formula."

Since one must fundamentally modify one's life formula to enable it to bear greater power and longer duration, it is impossible not to touch upon the divine power that constitutes the underlying rules of the world.

I needed to constantly analyze and deeply understand the power at the level of divine power in order to gradually adjust my own life formula. It was through this long process of experimentation that I gained a deeper understanding of the essence of divine power, which allowed me to gradually move closer to the realm of demigods.

Celia nestled in his arms, listening intently.

She realized that Lord had not reached that threshold through simple cultivation or accumulation, but through other means.

"Then... how much longer? Can I use this method to become a demigod?" she asked, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Lord estimated the current research progress and gave a rough timeframe: "If everything goes smoothly and there are no major surprises, it will probably take several hundred years. Once this experiment is completed, you will also be able to become a demigod."

“A few hundred years…” Celia repeated softly, then looked up. “It’s alright, I’ll wait for you.”

For elves who possess near-eternal life, especially after confirming their direction, a few hundred years is merely a small wait in the grand scheme of their long lives.

(End of this chapter)