Elven cultivators

Spring of the year 9356 in the Dawn Calendar.

As nature awakens, the fragrance of honeybees floats through the forest, mingling with the fresh scent of tender leaves, and drifting on the breeze to every corner of Silvermoon Forest.

Treehouse, weapon-making room.

Anton had been sitting cross-legged in front of the furnace for three days and three nights.

His divine sense, like fine silk threads, entwined around the golden seal that was taking shape in the furnace.

The Five Elements True Fire flickered and smoldered in the furnace, enveloping the golden seal layer by layer.

With each flicker of the flame, a restriction pattern was imprinted on the seal.

Those lines, as fine as hair, contain the essence of the entire Great Evolution Azure Profound Array. Each line is a microcosm of the array, and each stroke is a manifestation of the rules.

The moment the final restriction was embedded in the seal, the golden seal trembled violently and emitted a clear, resonant hum.

Inside the furnace, the Five Elements True Fire receded like a tide.

The golden seal rose slowly from the core of the flames, hovering in mid-air, its entire body radiating a dazzling golden light.

The light was not intense, but it gave people a sense of solemnity and weight, as if it were not a small seal, but a solidified mountain.

Anton opened his eyes and raised his hand to beckon.

The golden seal floated down into his palm.

It feels warm and smooth to the touch, and has a substantial weight.

The gold seal is no bigger than an adult's fist, square in shape, with a flat surface engraved with intricate patterns.

The seal knob is carved with an ancient oak tree with intertwined roots, a thick trunk, outstretched branches, and a canopy that spreads out like an umbrella, just like the shape of the Tree of Eternity.

The roots of the ancient oak extend downwards, entwining the seal, as if to firmly root the entire golden seal in the earth.

Anton gazed at the golden seal in his palm, feeling the mysterious connection emanating from the seal and linking it to his own lifeblood, and a genuine smile of joy appeared on his face.

With this, the final step of the Great Evolution Azure Mystic Array was completed.

Anton let out a long sigh of relief, got up and walked out of the treehouse, making his way to the Tree of Eternity.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the tree canopy, falling on the skin with a gentle warmth.

Anton stood beneath the Tree of Eternity, gazing up at the colossal tree that stretched to the heavens and the earth.

It still stands silently, its canopy like a dome obscuring half the sky, aerial roots hanging from its branches, swaying gently in the breeze, exuding an ancient and timeless aura.

After gazing at it for a while, Anton looked away and looked down at the golden seal in his palm.

He took a deep breath, and his divine sense surged forth like a tide, connecting with the golden seal and instantly establishing a link with the array patterns, flags, and plates that covered the forest.

In that instant, the "heartbeat" of the entire Silvermoon Forest was clearly transmitted to his senses.

That was not a metaphor.

Through the golden seal, he could "see" the array patterns flowing slowly through the roots of the Tree of Eternity, like blood surging in veins.

You can "hear" the subtle humming sound of energy passing between the array flags and array plates, like a giant harp being gently plucked by invisible fingers.

You can "feel" that every tree, every blade of grass, and every leaf is resonating with the formation.

Their vitality converges into an invisible river, surging through the forest.

The entire Tree of Eternity is like a huge and steady heart, rhythmically absorbing the free energy between heaven and earth, and then, through the transformation of the array, nourishing every inch of land, tree and flower in the forest.

The Great Evolution Azure Profound Array has come back to life.

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In the west corridor of the Hall of Eternity, Elena walked briskly, her leather boots tapping crisply on the wooden floor.

She had just returned from the Underdark, still carrying the damp and earthy scent unique to the underground world, with several dark stains on her leather armor.

She planned to first go to the Hall of Eternity to report to the council of elders on the recent mining progress, and then go back to her residence to take a good shower and change into clean clothes.

"Captain Elena!"

A familiar, cheerful voice suddenly came from behind me.

Irene paused, turned around, and saw Roman striding towards her with a battle axe on his back, his handsome face showing a hint of eagerness.

"It's Roman." Irene smiled. "What's up?"

Elena had always admired this young elf who was even more warlike than many warriors.

Roman is cheerful and outgoing, never pretentious, and is very popular in the clan.

Both older colleagues and younger peers are willing to get close to her.

Especially after advancing to the Gold rank, Roman's status in the clan rose sharply, and he was beginning to show signs of being able to rival several veteran powerhouses.

Of course, what people value most is her relationship with Anton.

Everyone in the clan knew that Roman was Anton's childhood sweetheart; the two grew up together and were as close as family.

For this reason alone, no one in the clan dared to mistreat her.

"I heard that Mind Flayers have been spotted again in the Underdark?"

Roman hurried over to Elena and asked her questions eagerly.

The girl was eager to try, "Let me lead the team to wipe them out this time. It's been so long since I've really fought anything."

Seeing her eager expression, Elena couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head: "You're too late. That Mind Flayer has already been wiped out."

"Huh?" Roman's excitement instantly vanished.

"There weren't many Mind Flayers left to begin with. If it weren't for the complex terrain of the Underdark, they would have been wiped out long ago. Now, there are plenty of troops there, and if any are discovered, we'll organize people to exterminate them on the same day."

Irene smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "Next time, I'll let you know earlier."

Roman sighed and muttered, "I've had nothing to do besides cultivating lately, I'm getting so bored I'm practically rusting."

Irene smiled, glanced behind Roman, and casually asked, "Where's Eleanor? Aren't you two always inseparable? Why isn't she with you today?"

Roman shrugged and said, "Eleanor has been in seclusion for quite some time now."

Irene's expression shifted, and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes: "She's about to advance to the Gold rank?"

"No, that's not it." Roman scratched his head. "Eleanor plans to switch to Anton's cultivation method."

Irene was taken aback, thinking she had misheard.

"Should we switch to practicing Anton's martial arts?"

"That's right." Roman nodded.

Irene fell silent.

Unlike warriors, spellcasters who switch to Anton's techniques are almost tantamount to abandoning the entire magic system.

The magical knowledge and spellcasting skills accumulated over decades or even centuries will no longer be useful in the future.

Years of hard work have gone down the drain.

More importantly, the future is uncertain.

No one can guarantee that they will become stronger than before.

Without sufficient courage, it's difficult to make such a decision.

"Eleanor... she really has guts."

Irene's expression gradually shifted from astonishment to admiration, and she couldn't help but exclaim in praise.

She had always felt that Eleanor, though seemingly weak, was actually strong-willed and had a never-give-up spirit.

I just didn't expect her to be so determined.

A hundred years of cultivated magic, given up just like that.

This kind of decisiveness and courage is not something everyone possesses.

"Eleanor has always been very opinionated." Roman grinned, genuinely proud of his best friend.

"I hope she does well." Elena nodded slightly. "Once she completes her training, our clan will have one more fighting force."

"There won't be any problem." Roman nodded emphatically, then changed the subject, "By the way, Captain Elena, have you heard? Anton is planning to set up a super-large magic circle in the forest."

"Of course," Elena nodded.

Although she has been staying in the Underdark for the past few years, overseeing the mining operations, she has still heard a lot about this matter.

After all, it was Anton who caused this mess.

The name itself is enough to make anything associated with it carry significant weight.

Moreover, this matter has caused quite a stir.

The enchanters were constantly burrowing in and out of the ground throughout the forest, drawing runes; it was impossible to hide their activity from the outside world.

Although most elves couldn't understand what those complex and mysterious patterns meant, it didn't stop them from having great curiosity and anticipation about it.

"The name seems to be... the Great Evolution Azure Profound Array?" Elena recalled for a moment, "I wonder what this array will look like when it's activated."

"The magic array set up by Anton is definitely not ordinary," Roman said matter-of-factly.

In her eyes, Anton was amazing at everything he did.

"That's true," Elena nodded with a smile.

Anton's past deeds are well-documented, but none of them have ever caused such a stir.

The thing that would take him so much time and energy, and so many resources to do, must be something extraordinary.

Thinking about this, Elena became even more curious about the Great Evolution Azure Profound Array.

What kind of spectacle would a magic array that could cover the entire Silvermoon Forest be?

Just then, her expression suddenly changed, and she abruptly turned her head to look at the ground.

Roman also noticed something was wrong at almost the same instant.

The ground beneath my feet was trembling slightly.

It wasn't the violent shaking of an earthquake, but rather an extremely subtle, rhythmic tremor.

It was as if the entire forest came alive at that moment, taking a slow and deep breath.

An invisible force is surging in the air.

That power wasn't violent; instead, it carried a gentle and mild quality, like a warm spring breeze or a summer rain, silently seeping out from every inch of the land.

"The elemental energy concentration... has increased!"

Irene took a deep breath instinctively, her face showing utter astonishment.

She could clearly sense that the energy concentration in the forest was rising at an incredible rate.

"Huh?" Roman suddenly exclaimed softly, staring blankly upwards. "What's that?"

Elena quickly looked up at the sky above the forest.

Above the sky, a pale blue light curtain was slowly emerging.

The light curtain was as thin as a cicada's wing, almost transparent, and only revealed a faint bluish-green color at a certain angle where sunlight was refracted, like a tender bud in spring, exuding vigorous vitality.

Countless fine runes flowed slowly within the light screen like swimming fish.

The trajectories of those runes seemed to conform to some mysterious law; staring at them for a long time gave one a dazed feeling that one's mind was being drawn into them.

At that moment, Irene had a strange feeling.

The entire Silvermoon Forest seemed to awaken from its slumber.