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The declaration of Azshara has ended, but the uproar across the Central Continent has not subsided.

On the contrary, a more tense and subtle undercurrent began to surge wildly, with Silvermoon Highlands at its vortex center.

After the initial three days of observation, those forces that had arrived early around Silvermoon Highlands began to make their moves.

Their postures changed rapidly in the face of Azshara's vast and unfathomable aura.

It was early morning, three days after the promotion announcement.

The square of the Silvermoon Council.

Ancient war trees, towering all around, droop with vines, and the air is filled with a refreshing floral fragrance.

The elven artisans had clearly made careful arrangements over the past three days, maintaining the elven people's usual elegance while adding a touch of solemnity.

As the first rays of dawn pierced the canopy of the World Tree, figures began to appear in the plaza.

They wore robes of different styles and badges representing their respective factions.

From the most basic Level 4 Morning Star forces to the truly influential top forces, more than one hundred delegations were systematically led into the plaza.

In the center of the square, a verdant throne silently materialized, its entire body resembling a fine jade carving.

Azshara sat atop it, surrounded by mist, appearing both hazy and majestic.

She didn't deliberately exude an aura; her emerald green eyes calmly surveyed the plaza below.

Every envoy who stepped into the plaza, whether a level four Morning Star or a level five Radiant Moon, felt a slight sinking of their soul the moment they entered.

It was as if an invisible hand had gently pressed down on their spiritual core; this was the natural rank suppression of Hao Ri.

This feeling made the Level 5 Radiant Moon, who usually held sway over his own territory, look unusually solemn.

This newly crowned Sun Throne has a far more solid foundation and greater power than they had anticipated.

The delegation members came forward one after another to present their congratulatory gifts.

The first to step forward was, as always, Aurelia, representing the Supreme Wizard Alliance.

She was still wearing that deep blue star-patterned robe, exuding wisdom and composure.

But when facing Azshara, who sat regally on her throne, her expression became more solemn.

"Congratulations on ascending the throne!"

Aurelia bowed slightly, her voice clear and solemn.

"On behalf of the Supreme Wizards Alliance Council, the twelve rotating chairpersons, and all alliance members, I formally congratulate you on your advancement to Rank Six Sun."

May your wisdom and strength shine like the sun on the path ahead for the alliance.

Behind her, an accompanying wizard presented her with a gift box made of starlight.

When the box was opened, what was inside was not a physical item, but a constantly changing stream of contract light, composed of countless tiny runes.

"This is the Supreme Alliance's eternal blessing to every newly ascended Throne of the Sun."

"By virtue of this contract, you and the Silvermoon Council will enjoy corresponding rights to allocate resources and have a say in the entire alliance."

"The specific details will be discussed with you by a specialized legal wizard later."

Azshara extended a slender finger and gently touched the contract light.

The flowing light coiled around her fingertips like a serpent, quickly seeping in and merging into the system of rules surrounding her Sun Core.

This is the alliance's recognition and registration.

She nodded slightly: "Thank you for your help, Speaker Aurelia, and thank you for the Alliance's recognition."

The alliance's formal congratulations set the tone for Hao Ri's authority.

Next comes the main event: the statements from the other six top powers.

The delegation from the Dragon Rest Temple was the first to step forward; they were small, consisting of only three people.

Leading the group was a level 5 adult silver dragon with an ancient and profound aura. At this moment, it had transformed into a tall woman, exuding undisguised affection.

"Congratulations, Lady Azshara."

"Aures has come on the orders of His Majesty the Ancient Dragon to witness our friendship and to present a gift."

With a flick of her wrist, three fist-sized dragon crystals appeared out of thin air, each containing a liquid flame nebula. Beside them were several treasure chests radiating intense elemental energy.

The dragon crystal hovered in mid-air, and the energy fluctuations it emitted had reached the fifth level.

"These are three level-five dragon crystals, as well as some special products from our clan's treasury."

Silver Dragon Olek's voice carried a hint of pride, "May the ancient friendship between the dragon race and the elf race grow even stronger under the guidance of the two lords."

A hint of gentleness flashed in Azshara's eyes; the dragons were known for their warm and direct attitude.

Her gaze shifted slightly, landing behind the silver dragon, where a somewhat nervous little figure was secretly observing her.

It was a one-meter-tall, level-three silver dragon with a silver scale embedded in its forehead. Its timid eyes held both awe and curiosity.

A hint of a smile flashed in Azshara's eyes as she gently tapped the young dragon with her index finger.

A speck of emerald green flew from her fingertip and instantly disappeared into the young dragon's forehead.

The young dragon trembled and let out a short, soft roar, its scales bursting with brilliant silver light!

Mysterious silver-white dragon patterns emerged and spread beneath the clothes.

In just three breaths, the young dragon's aura steadily progressed from the mid-stage of level three to the late-stage of level three.

This is not just a level upgrade, but also a significant leap in bloodline purity, which raises its growth ceiling considerably.

"Aww!"

The young dragon raised its head and let out a tender dragon roar, its eyes filled with surprise as something that had been dormant within its body for a long time was awakened.

The silver dragon Olek's eyes narrowed sharply, filled with awe. "Directly infuse it with the rules of life to enhance its bloodline!"

This seemingly casual tap contains a terrifying control over the rules of life and bloodlines.

It is also a level six sun, a gift that is almost like that of a "creator" to lower-level beings.

The entire room fell silent instantly, and all members of the delegation were filled with astonishment.

"A small gift, wishing the little one a healthy growth."

Silver Dragon Olek took a deep breath and bowed deeply: "The Dragon Resting Temple will remember this friendship."

The envoy from the Warforge Academy followed closely behind; the newcomer was a powerful-looking Level 5 War Commander clad in crimson heavy armor.

His gift was simple and direct: a cube made of dark red metal, its surface covered with intricate three-dimensional runes.

"Congratulations, Lady Azshara." The war commander's voice was gruff and direct.

"The Dean ordered me to deliver the core drive module of the 'Heart of the Crucible Type V' war golem, along with the complete design blueprints."

He patted the cube.

"However, it requires the soul power of the Sun to activate the core. Once activated, its combat power is enough to directly confront the peak of the fifth level."

"The Dean said that the more thrones there are, the stronger the alliance will become."

This is a high recognition of Azshara's value.

Azshara nodded slightly, raised her hand and took the cube into her hand. After a brief sensing, a look of understanding flashed in her eyes.

The technology of the War Forge is indeed unique.

"Please thank Dean Bloom for me; the Silvermoon Council is willing to contribute to the stability of the Alliance."

The messenger of the Tower of Knowledge was an old scholar dressed in a simple gray robe and wearing thick crystal glasses.

His cultivation level of fourth-level Morning Star was not outstanding among the envoys, but his eyes sparkled with an infinite thirst for knowledge.

He presented a thick crystal book and three silver crystals that constantly changed star chart images.

"Lady Azshara, congratulations on your promotion." The old scholar's voice carried the composure characteristic of a scholar.

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"This is a copy of the 'Observations on the Advancement of a Pan-Civilization,' personally compiled and edited by the great scholar Lord Orian, recording all the observation data and analysis during your advancement process."

He then pointed to the three silver crystals.

"These are three world coordinates, which have been preliminarily verified to indicate the presence of civilization relics or rare rules. These are our gifts for academic exchange."

"Our curator hopes to have more exchanges with you, especially regarding the integration of life forms and rules."

The Tower of Knowledge is only ever interested in knowledge itself.

Azshara was clearly pleased with the gift, a hint of a smile flashing in her emerald eyes.

"Please thank Lord Orion for me; the doors of the Silvermoon Council are always open to those who seek knowledge."

Messengers from the Void Echoes Society, the Spellcasting School, and the Star Council also stepped forward one after another.

Their gifts were also quite valuable, befitting their status as top-tier powers.

It could be an astrological artifact that can briefly foresee danger, a scroll that records ancient spell models, or a strange stone containing peculiar rules.

Whether their attitudes were neutral, polite, or scrutinizing, they all acknowledged the fact that the Silvermoon Council had risen to the top.

The following period belongs to the secondary forces under the jurisdiction of the fifth-level Radiant Moon.

Their gifts were more practical: a huge amount of high-purity magic stones, rare minerals and magical plants, specialties from different other worlds, and even some precious cultivation tips or witchcraft models.

Their demeanor was also more humble, and their words were full of flattery and fawning.

They were well aware that, in the new "seven powers standing side by side" landscape of the Central Continent, cultivating a good relationship with this rising star was crucial for their future.

The entire presentation of the gift lasted for a whole morning.

Azshara sat on her throne, calmly receiving congratulatory gifts from all sides. She occasionally responded with a few words, her words appropriate, neither arrogant nor lacking the majesty befitting the throne of the sun.

After personally experiencing the suppression of rank at the soul level, all the messengers felt an even deeper sense of awe.

They had never been so close to a throne of the sun; this was a once-in-a-millennium opportunity.

When the last delegation withdrew, the square returned to silence. All the envoys remained in the square to observe the ceremony.

They knew the real show was about to begin.

As expected, Azshara slowly rose from her throne, her eyes sweeping over the excited Silvermoon elves below.

"From this day forward, the Silvermoon Highlands shall be the eternal home of the Elven race."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole world seemed to tremble slightly with a loud boom, and the nine chains of rules that had once appeared reappeared.

One end of the chain was connected to the World Tree, while the other end suddenly burrowed into the earth below, the sky above, and the surrounding void.

The rule changes have officially begun.

First, the rules of life solidified, and the chains that had burrowed into the earth burst forth with a rich emerald light, instantly spreading throughout the entire Silvermoon Highlands.

First, the rules of life solidified, and the chains that had burrowed into the earth burst forth with a rich emerald light, instantly spreading throughout the entire Silvermoon Highlands.

All the Silvermoon Elves on the high ground, whether warriors, priests, craftsmen, or children, felt a warm and powerful life force surging into their bodies from their feet.

Their old, hidden wounds began to itch and heal, their fatigue vanished, and their breathing became longer and more even.

At this moment, all the envoys from non-elf races, including the level-five silver dragon Olek, felt an invisible pressure.

Although not intense, it clearly told them that here, the elves were the favored ones.

Next, the rules of the dream permeated, drilling into the chain in the sky, casting down a large expanse of hazy, silvery-white light.

A halo enveloped the entire sky above the silver moon, presenting a strange texture that was somewhere between reality and illusion.

Some of the foreign envoys with weaker mental strength even began to experience blurred vision and heard faint murmurs in their ears.

They knew that if any foreign enemy were to enter this place without permission, they would likely be instantly plunged into a dreamlike state where reality and illusion were indistinguishable.

Silvermoon Highlands has become the boundary between dreams and reality.

Then comes virtual anchoring.

The chains that pierced the void stretched wildly, firmly anchoring the space where Silvermoon Highlands was located to the foundation of the wizarding world's rules.

All the messengers skilled in spatial rules noticed that the surrounding space had become unusually solid.

Conventional spatial teleportation, spatial folding, and even short-distance blinking will become extremely difficult without permission, and may even trigger the rules' rejection and backlash.

From this point on, it will become extremely difficult for any enemy to launch a sneak attack from the void or other dimensions.

Then comes the eternal moonlight.

The chains of rules converge at the World Tree's canopy, where a point of pure silvery-white light shines, like a second moon rising.

Even though it was noon, the sky above Silvermoon Heights was still shrouded in a hazy moonlight.

Bathed in the moonlight, all the Silver Moon Elves felt their magic become more active, their minds clearer, and their physical strength subtly enhanced.

An innate talent of bloodline began to resonate with the moonlight and was further stimulated.

Once the nine chains of rules were completed, the entire Silvermoon Highlands began to grow.

The mountains rise slowly with a low hum, becoming steeper and more precipitous. Rivers on the plains change course automatically, forming natural moats and crisscrossing waterways.

In the vast Silver Moon Forest, countless ancient trees slowly moved, automatically arranging and combining to form a super witch array covering the entire highlands.

All the foreign visitors felt an increasingly obvious sense of rejection; this place was becoming unfamiliar.

All the Silvermoon Elves were so moved that tears welled up in their eyes, and they all knelt down in the direction of the World Tree.

This place became their true home, an indestructible and eternal place!

Olek, the silver dragon of the Dragon Sleep Temple, had a series of strange lights shining in its golden vertical pupils. It carefully sensed the changes in the surrounding rules and made its own assessment.

"What incredible domain solidification! The scope is so vast, the effects so remarkable, and the duration is likely to be tens of thousands of years..."

"This Lady Azshara's control over the rules of life, dreams, and space far surpasses that of ordinary newly ascended Sun Gods. Could it be due to the World Tree?"

"His Majesty must be informed in detail that this ally is more valuable than anticipated."

Servia, far away in the Void Echoes Secret Society's Astrological Tower, closed her eyes and sensed the subtle yet clear fluctuations of rules emanating from the Silver Moon Highlands.

In the crystal astrolabe before her, Azshara's fate seemed even more elusive.

"Such a deep foundation... truly worthy of being the darling of the void."

A rare hint of surprise appeared in her ethereal voice.

"In that light, the fork in the road leading to 'stable prosperity' seems more likely..."

Ian stood at the edge of the square, looking up at the interwoven chains of rules in the sky, feeling the pulse of life beneath his feet.

"Rules are controlled, and domains are solidified."

Deep within his pupils, a golden light trembled slightly.

"This is the manifestation of the power of a level six blazing sun; with every gesture, it alters the rules of the world."

He imprinted the shocking scene before him into his mind, his heart burning with excitement.

This is the peak he wants to climb, the power he wants to control.

"My foundation is no weaker than Azshara's, and I will surely reach that level in the future, or even surpass it..."

With the rule changes completed, all delegations departed one after another.

The next day, a thought entered Ian's consciousness.

"Ian, come to me."

A doorway appeared on the trunk of the World Tree, leading to the depths of the demiplane.

That is where Azshara's immortal spirit resides.