The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

"Hera, what happened? Why are you so panicked?"

"High Priest...something terrible has happened! Something really terrible has happened!"

"The palace...the statue deep within the palace..."

Upon hearing the word "idol," Elonnis's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

He naturally knew what the idol Hera spoke of represented.

Because deep within the Jade Palace, there has always been an ancient statue enshrined.

That was no ordinary idol; it was the greatest being in the history of the Elven race, the supreme deity who once ruled the entire Silvermoon Forest divine realm and held the power of end and destiny—the [Prophet of the End].

However, that great being mysteriously disappeared into the depths of the astral plane countless eons ago.

Only this statue remained, serving as the last refuge of faith for the Elven race.

For thousands of years, no matter what crisis the elves faced, the statue stood there silently, without any response.

"What happened to the statue?"

Instinctively, Elonnis grabbed Hera's shoulders and asked urgently, "Explain yourself! What happened to the idol?!"

Hera took a deep breath, her voice trembling:

"The idol... is responding!"

"And...and the statue's eyes have opened! An irresistible will is descending from within the statue!"

boom!

These words struck Elonnis like a thunderbolt, exploding directly in his mind.

Is the statue responding?

The supreme god who had vanished for countless epochs has actually descended with his will at this moment?

In an instant, Elonnis's heart began to pound.

The sorrow and helplessness that had filled my chest were instantly dispelled by a sudden surge of ecstasy and awe.

He knew all too well what this meant!

Ancient texts of the Elves record that when the gods open their eyes again, they will guide the Elves toward true eternity!

"Quick! Take me there!"

Elonnis no longer cared about the dignity of the High Priest. He shoved aside the guards around him, his figure turning into a green blur as he rushed madly into the depths of the Emerald Palace.

He stepped directly over the ruins and corpses along the way.

At that moment, he had only one thought in his mind.

Are the gods about to descend?

The elves are saved!

No matter how terrifying the monsters are in that neighboring Sherlock plane, as long as their great prophet is there, the Elven race will never perish!

When Elonnis rushed into the half-collapsed underground temple.

He froze on the spot.

Not only him, but all the great sages and elven generals who rushed to the scene stood dumbfounded at the temple entrance, not daring to even breathe.

Deep within the temple, at its very center, stands a colossal statue crafted from emerald crystal, silent for millennia, now suspended in mid-air.

A suffocatingly terrifying pressure was continuously emanating from the statue.

This oppressive aura was different from that of the dark red monster in the sky. It lacked the distortion and madness of the previous aura, but instead carried an absolute arrogance that looked down upon all living beings, regarding everything as ants.

The original dark color on the surface of the statue has disappeared.

Instead, a layer of slowly flowing, dazzling dark red light, like a galaxy, appeared.

Behind the statue, the faint outline of a giant bow and arrow appeared, the bowstring like a flowing river of light, radiating a dark aura that devoured everything.

"thump."

Upon seeing this, Elonnis's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees.

He sensed it.

It is a resonance originating from the depths of one's bloodline; it is the absolute dominance of those in power over those in power.

"The great...the great prophet..."

Elonnis pressed his head to the ground, his voice trembling uncontrollably. Immediately afterward, all the elves in the temple knelt down in unison.

The sound was so loud that the entire temple trembled slightly.

Just then, the statue's eyes, which had been closed for ten thousand years, slowly opened. They were eyes without pupils, only the endless stars flowing within them.

A cold and noble voice, seemingly emanating from the endless void, resounded directly in the minds of all the elves.

"My people, I am Milsofi, now listen to my words."

"I need you... to be my eyes."

As the voice faded, Elonnis, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly straightened up, his eyes filled with shock and fanaticism.

It's true, it's all true!

Those ancient legends are not fabricated at all, nor are they fables woven from lies.

The ancient gods, unique to their elven race, have actually bestowed divine decrees upon them once again today.

This is simply... simply a miracle!

Of course, it wasn't just Elonnis who adopted this posture; the other elven generals and [Great Sages] kneeling around him did the same.

As a result, everyone's eyes and faces were filled with extreme fanaticism, as if they couldn't wait to offer their loyalty to the gods.

The spiritual energy emanating from the statue continued to radiate outwards, appearing in their minds.

"Within the universe, the taboos buried countless ages ago, the ancient rulers... have begun to revive."

"He is the ultimate nightmare of all things, the destroyer of order, and His very existence is the greatest blasphemy against the entire astral plane."

"Once He is fully awakened, His appearance will plunge this vast universe into endless disaster and desolation once again. Stars will be devoured, and the divine realm will be turned into scorched earth. No race will be spared, and no plane will be able to escape."

"Therefore, my people, become my eyes, and at all costs help me find Him, to locate Him before He has fully regained His power!"

"To completely eradicate them and bring lasting peace to the world."

Milsophie's voice echoed in the minds of every elf, carrying a bewitching magic, as if painting a magnificent picture for them: "When the shadows of the past are completely wiped away, I will personally descend and once again lead the elven race to wash away the dust from your bodies and move towards true eternity and prosperity."

"You will become the kings of every plane, the rulers of every star field, and we, the elves, will become the noblest race in the entire universe!"

"All lower-dimensional beings will grovel at your feet!"

These words silenced the entire temple.

But each elf's heart felt like it was about to jump out of their chest, and their breathing quickened suddenly.

After all, the picture depicted by their gods was so beautiful that just imagining it made them so excited that they didn't know how to express themselves.