Elven cultivators

Outside Changhu Town, the long, narrow lake shimmered under the midday sun.

On the south side of the lake, Scott emerged from behind the rocks, habitually looked around to make sure no one was following him, and then took out a deep blue waterproof roll from his pocket and tore open the seal.

A thin, pale blue film emerged from the reel and enveloped him entirely.

He then jumped into the lake.

The icy lake water instantly submerged his head, but was kept out by a pale blue membrane.

Scott dived down, passing through layers of seaweed and reefs, until he reached an inconspicuous rock face at the bottom of the lake.

Embedded in the rock face is a palm-sized runic stone slab, its surface covered with algae and sediment, appearing to blend seamlessly with the surrounding rocks.

He raised his hand and placed it on the stone slab, infusing it with a trace of magic.

The stone slab suddenly lit up, and the rock wall silently slid open to both sides, revealing an opening just wide enough for one person to pass through.

The edges of the cave entrance were covered with waterproof runes, and a pale blue halo flowed between the patterns, firmly keeping the lake water out.

Scott slipped into the opening, and the stone door behind him slowly closed.

Inside the cave is a downward-sloping passageway, with waterproof light-emitting stones embedded in the four walls, emitting a soft white light.

The stone path underfoot was dry and flat, a world apart from the lakebed outside.

Scott quickened his pace through the passageway and soon arrived at a spacious underground space.

This place was originally a natural underwater cave, but after years of renovation by the Meteor Dragon Society, it has long been transformed into a fully functional secret stronghold.

The dome hangs high, with thick stalactite columns hanging from the top, their surfaces cut flat and engraved with reinforcing runes.

Countless passages and rooms were carved out of the four walls, extending in all directions like a spider web.

Several members passed by the corner of the corridor, saw Scott, and stopped to bow to him.

Scott nodded slightly in response, but didn't stop walking.

After passing through three magical barriers and turning several corners along the corridor, Scott quickly arrived at a wooden door and pushed it open to enter.

This is a simply furnished room, with nothing but a bed and a set of tables and chairs.

Zig was leaning against the headboard, his face pale and bloodless, and he looked rather listless.

It has been a long time since the surprise attack launched by Dragon City.

However, his injuries were too severe, and he has not yet fully recovered.

Summers was sitting on a wooden chair in front of the bed, talking quietly to Zig. When he heard the door open, they both turned to look.

Upon seeing Scott, Zieg perked up and quickly asked, "How did it go?"

Summers also turned his attention to the matter.

Not long ago, they received news that Isaac had left Crestor once again.

This time, however, their target is the Silvermoon Clan, who live in the Silvermoon Forest.

Upon learning this news, Zieg immediately dispatched men to gather intelligence.

Based on their understanding of the Silvermoon Clan, although this elven clan had developed rapidly and its strength had increased significantly in recent years, with the legendary dragon personally taking action, the outcome was no surprise.

Sending spies there was simply to confirm Isaac's current condition, so as to provide a basis for subsequent intelligence analysis.

To their surprise, Scott gave them a very strange look when he heard this.

It was a complex expression, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something that was hard to describe as either bitter or excited.

"What happened?" Zieg asked urgently.

"Things didn't turn out the way we expected..."

Scott quickly recounted the battle of Silvermoon Forest in concise and clear language.

Upon hearing this, Sieg and Summers were completely stunned, their faces showing expressions as if they had seen a ghost.

They had long suspected that Cang Lan had used some method to disguise his identity that could evade magical detection, but they never expected that his true identity was actually an elf of the Silvermoon Clan!

This disguise is just too clever.

What shocked them even more was that Canglan had actually severely injured Isaac, even forcing the latter to flee in a sorry state!

What kind of outrageous development is this?

If Cang Lan were a legendary powerhouse, that would be one thing, but he clearly hasn't fully manifested the laws yet; he's still only at the peak of the Gold Realm.

Defeating a legendary dragon while at the peak of their golden age was simply beyond their comprehension.

"This is way too outrageous..."

After a long while, Zieg finally managed to squeeze out this sentence.

Given his usually calm and serious personality, the fact that he could say such a thing shows how shocked and bewildered he was.

"I've inquired about it," Scott continued. "Canglan's real name is Anton Silvermoon. He is the most outstanding genius of the younger generation of the Silvermoon Clan. It is said that he has a super magic physique, is proficient in both magic and martial arts, and is also proficient in pharmacology, alchemy, and enchanting. He is the undisputed successor to the Silvermoon Clan's future patriarch."

"Furthermore, it is said that he was the one who set up the magic array of the Silvermoon Clan that could block Isaac's attacks."

With each word Scott spoke, Zig and Summers' expressions grew more complex.

His last sentence made the two of them stare wide-eyed.

"Anton is only 139 years old this year."

Zig and Summers both fell silent.

At the peak of his lifespan, 139 years old is considered quite young, even among humans whose lifespans are far shorter than those of long-lived species.

Not to mention that this golden peak also has the strength to confront legendary dragons head-on.

Such a genius is one of a kind in the entire Eldron Plains.

No, looking across the entire Dawn Continent, they are probably extremely rare.

As the two silently processed their inner shock and complex emotions, Zieg suddenly realized something else.

He suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as he looked at Scott.

"Scott, did Isaac use the power of the Dragon God in his battle against Anton?"

"That's what I was about to say." Scott's expression turned serious. "According to our intelligence, Isaac never used the power of the Dragon God from beginning to end."

A sharp glint flashed in Zieg's eyes, and he instinctively sat up straight.

Even Summers' expression turned solemn.

According to Scott, Isaac was once on the verge of death.

Even under these circumstances, he still did not use the power of the Dragon God, which is completely illogical.

Is it that you don't want to use it? Or... are you unable to use it?

Silence fell in the room once again.

The three looked at each other, and each could read the same startling guess in the other's eyes.

This conjecture is so significant that if it is confirmed, the entire landscape of the Dawn Continent will be altered.

Zig suddenly threw off the covers and sat up in bed, enduring the pain.

"Get me in touch with headquarters. We need to report this to our superiors immediately."

Zieg's expression was solemn, but a burning light ignited deep within his eyes.

That was a flame that had been suppressed for far too long, and finally saw a glimmer of hope.

"If it's really as we guessed... then the entire Dawn Continent will probably not be peaceful from now on."

……

Similar scenes were playing out simultaneously across multiple factions in the Eldron Plains.

News of the battle in Silvermoon Forest swept across the entire Eldron Plains like a hurricane, stirring up a storm that would not subside for a long time.

Anton Silver Moon!

This name, replacing the former Azure Wave, resounded across every corner of the Eldron Plains at an unprecedented speed.

Those forces that had previously speculated about Cang Lan's identity suddenly realized that Cang Lan, who had terrified the dragonborn and forced the dragon city of Kreisor to retreat, was actually an elf!

Moreover, he is a member of the Silvermoon Clan!

What shocked them even more was the outcome of that battle.

Isaac, a legendary Radiant Dragon, the lord of Crestor Dragon City, and the undisputed strongest warrior of Eldron Plains, was actually severely wounded in a head-on confrontation by Anton and ultimately fled in a sorry state!

The dragons ruled the plains of Eldron for thousands of years.

No one has ever been able to challenge their authority.

No force has ever made a dragon so disheveled.

But now, this ironclad rule has been broken.

The person who broke it wasn't even a legendary powerhouse, just a peak Gold Saint!

In no time, the entire Eldron Plains was abuzz with talk of this earth-shattering battle.

The city of Kreisor, which had just regained some prestige due to Isaac's bloody revenge, has fallen to rock bottom once again after this battle.

It was even more severe than the previous fall.

After all, even Hui Jinlong suffered a setback at Canglan's hands this time.

Although the many vassal races did not immediately tamper with the tribute resources, they all secretly harbored the idea of ​​waiting and seeing.

Everyone is waiting to see how things develop and to see how this storm will ultimately go.

Amidst this chaos and turmoil, all eyes were focused on the Silvermoon Forest and the city of Kreisor.

……

While the outside world was in an uproar, the Silvermoon Clan entered a tense period of preparation for war.

The entire Silvermoon Forest began to operate at high speed, like a sophisticated machine.

Despite facing the formidable opponent, the city of Krethorung, which had ruled the Eldron Plains for thousands of years, the clan was not filled with fear or panic. Instead, they were united and their morale was high.

And the source of all this, naturally, is Anton, who is regarded as the hope of the clan.

In recent years, under Anton's leadership, the Silvermoon Clan has grown at an astonishing pace, its strength increasing many times over compared to before.

Not long ago, they even repelled a surprise attack by a legendary dragon.

With such a powerful figure who could directly repel a legendary dragon and force it to flee in disarray, the clan naturally felt no fear.

Even the strongest forces on the Eldron Plains are now confident they can put up a fight.

The Great Hall of the Preaching Pavilion.

The twelve students sat upright on the prayer cushions, but unusually, none of them were able to concentrate on their practice.

"I heard from my father that the teacher single-handedly blocked the dragon's breath! That dragon was so huge, its fire turned the sky red, but the teacher easily dispelled it!"

Mia described it vividly, even making an exaggerated chopping motion with her hands, as if she had witnessed it herself.

She was the youngest of the group of children, but also the most lively, always having something to say.

"The teacher is amazing; he can actually fight a dragon."

"It wasn't just a fight, the teacher also injured that dragon."

"I heard that dragon went blind in one eye and almost died!"

The crowd discussed animatedly, their youthful voices echoing throughout the hall.

These days, similar topics have been constantly discussed.

Some of them had fathers or brothers in the Forest Guard who witnessed the entire battle.

Those thrilling details were passed down by word of mouth, fermenting repeatedly among the children, and with each retelling, their admiration deepened.

Along with the growth of worship, another, even more intense emotion also emerged.

Longing.

They used to know that the path of cultivating immortality was powerful, but they didn't have a clear concept of exactly how powerful it was.

Only now do I finally understand what lies ahead on this road.

If they become as powerful as their teacher, they can defeat the dragon!

In their still very small world, defeating a dragon was already the most remarkable thing in the world.

Ryan sat in the corner, listening to his companions' discussion, his expression equally excited.

He had never felt such an urgent need to become stronger.

They wanted to become as capable and radiant as their teacher, to be admired and worshipped by many members of their tribe.

Thinking of this, Ryan couldn't sit still any longer and got up to go to the quiet room.

He was eager to refine his first breath of spiritual energy as soon as possible.

Lucius, who was sitting opposite Ryan, also silently got up and followed.