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

After all, ever since Munedimi mentioned that the remote place called the Rift Abyss contained the old authority.

She then began to draw upon the divine imprints left by various elven branches, attempting to find clues related to that region from countless prayers and echoes of faith.

She had initially thought there would be news soon, but now... her patience was almost exhausted.

"Your Highness the Prophet, the Crimson Moon Forest has been ravaged by wild beasts. We beseech you to grant divine punishment..."

"Your Highness, the Moon Goddess's Spring is drying up, and internal strife has broken out within the tribe..."

"Your Highness the Prophet, the human kingdoms of the Western Frontier have cut down the sacred tree. We beseech you to unleash your will..."

Prayers came from distant star systems, mingling with divinity, a cacophony like an endless whisper.

Milsofi closed his eyes, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

These descendants of elves always liked to package trivial matters into disasters worthy of the gods' attention.

In her view, if the spring dries up, she can simply change her territory; if there is an uprising by other races, she can send people to clean it up; and as for the so-called human kingdom cutting down the sacred tree, that is utterly ridiculous.

An elven race that cannot even protect its own forest has no right to ask the gods for protection.

"Munedimi, are you sure there are elves nearby?"

After a long while, Mirsophie suddenly opened her eyes and turned to look into the depths of the hall.

Munedimi remained seated on the throne beneath the statue of the god Shiwei, his expression somber.

Although his previous anger had been suppressed.

But a chilling aura still lingered in those three golden eyes.

"I've never been to that dimension."

Munetimi spoke calmly: "After that projection descended, I only sensed the presence of ancient auras there. As for what races are in the vicinity, or whether there are any elven branches, that is not within my scope of concern."

Upon hearing this, Mirsophie's eyes turned cold, and a hint of displeasure appeared on her face.

After all, if Munetimi had paid more attention to that projection of the avatar that traveled the world, she wouldn't have had to listen to this noise for several days.

However, despite the displeasure, the search for clues must continue.

She could only immerse her consciousness back into the divine realm.

However, just as her consciousness entered the divine realm, an exceptionally faint prayer pierced through the myriad noises and entered her consciousness.

"The great prophet of the end times, Your Highness Mirsophie, the String of Eternal Night..."

……

"Following Your divine decree, we are actively searching for the Lord of the Old Ones..."

Milsophie abruptly stopped, her face instantly showing astonishment. Clearly, she had heard the words "Old Ones".

Subconsciously, the prayer from a distant dimension was instantly pulled out of her complex divine realm.

The faint prayer instantly became clear, every word reaching her ears without omission.

"Summoning unspeakable calamity creatures..."

"The battlefield that reversed destruction..."

"To bring the dead back to life..."

When he heard the last sentence, "to wield the authority left behind by the old days," Mirsophie's pupils suddenly contracted.

She stood there, silent for a long time.

The blood mist inside the hall began to move on its own without any wind, and the dark red light surrounding her also began to fluctuate unstablely.

So much so that the expression on his face changed from surprise to horror.

After all, the descriptions of the ancient rulers by the prayer taken individually and could perhaps be interpreted as special abilities of certain high-ranking professionals, or even as a lost artifact of the rules.

But when they appear on the same creature at the same time.

The meaning is completely different!

……

However, Mirsofi quickly recovered from the sudden shock.

After all, as a member of Zogra's clan and a follower, she had already traversed countless star systems in her search for traces of the ancient rulers.

I've also heard far too many absurd rumors that are almost laughable.

In other words, a few prayers alone were not enough to convince her that the target they had been searching for for eons would appear so easily before a group of elven descendants.

As the saying goes, hearing is believing, seeing is believing.

She wouldn't believe it so easily without verifying it.

Thinking of this, her mental energy stirred once again.

In an instant, the dark red divinity within the entire dilapidated hall began to converge around her.

The next moment, Milsophie closed her eyes again, and her divine sense followed the invisible passage, crossing countless shattered star fields and the chaotic spatial tides, directly descending above the Elf Forest.

……

Inside the underground temple, Elonnis remained kneeling before the statue, his posture one of devout reverence.

He dared not look up, nor dared to make a sound.

Hera and the others also remained in a praying posture, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and barely concealed unease.

They all knew that the prayer had been delivered.

Whether the gods will believe it or how they will respond is anyone's guess.

However, at that moment, a scene that made their hearts pound occurred.

The dark red light inside the temple gradually intensified, and the starlight that had been flowing over the surface of the statue began to rotate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The next moment, an indescribable will descended from the farthest distance.

The air in the temple froze instantly, and all the elves felt as if their souls were being swept by an invisible pair of eyes.

Admittedly, that gaze wasn't specifically directed at any of the elves.

Yet it still made them stiff all over, and even the magic power within their bodies stopped.

Elonnis almost stopped breathing.

He could feel that the will of His Highness the Prophet had truly descended.

At this moment, the statue no longer seemed like an inanimate object, but rather became the eyes of that great being watching over this world.

Milsophie ignored the kneeling elves inside the temple.

Her spiritual power spread outward through the statue, first enveloping the entire Emerald Palace.

She took in the collapsed palace walls, the broken jade pillars, the charred vines covering the ground, and the battle traces that had not yet been completely cleaned up.

She saw the wounded elves, her panicked people, and the elven rangers fleeing hastily back into the depths of the forest in the direction of the dimensional rift.

However, none of these things are of any value.

She continued to extend her spiritual power outwards.

The forest of trees in the Elf Forest is no longer as peaceful as it once was. Many trees were broken in the previous war, and deep ravines remain on the ground.

Further ahead lies the massive rift connecting the two planes. Near the rift, the space remains extremely unstable, with grayish-white turbulent currents constantly escaping from the edges.

Through the distorted space, Milsophie saw the scene on the other side of the rift, a completely different land.