Elven cultivators

Allied race?

Anton understood.

Allied races have a higher status than ordinary vassal races, possess more autonomy, and are not required to pay tribute regularly like ordinary vassals.

Generally, only the stronger races can receive this kind of treatment.

Allied races of top-tier forces like Bloodhowl Fortress are usually first-rate forces, the undisputed overlords of their respective regions.

"Your Excellency, I am truly sorry."

A look of shame appeared on Orlu's hairy face.

"You've all gotten involved in my affairs."

Anton waved his hand, not paying any attention.

Anyway, he didn't lose out.

However, it was Byron, the wolf-born man, who was hit by his spiritual attack.

"The alchemy room has been arranged," Grant said. "It's in the annex building on the east side of the Hall of Burning Beacon. Just go there directly; someone will greet you at the entrance."

"Thanks." Anton nodded to Grant in thanks.

"You're welcome." Grant smiled. "I have other things to do, so I won't keep you company any longer. Feel free to contact me if you need anything."

After saying this, he waved to the elves, turned around and strode away, quickly disappearing into the crowd.

After seeing Grant off, Anton turned around and looked at the elves.

"You all go back and rest first. I'll go into the subspace after I finish what I'm doing."

"Yes, clan chief."

The elves filed out of the Hall of Burning Beacon.

Anton then went to the alchemy room with Oru.

……

In less than two days, Anton had crafted the totem pole that Oru needed.

The totem pole is dark gold in color and about two meters tall, taller than Oru himself by half a head.

The pillar is thick and sturdy, and its surface is covered with bold and powerful rune lines, which are exactly the same as the totem style of the Golden-backed Ape-man tribe.

At the top of the totem pole, a lifelike statue of a golden-backed ape-man ancestor stands with his hands raised high above his head, roaring towards the sky, his posture both wild and majestic.

When Oru received the totem pole, he caressed it for a long time, and then immediately infused it with magic to test it out.

A golden light suddenly shone from the top of the totem pole, and a visible energy wave spread outwards from the pole, causing the walls of the alchemy chamber to tremble slightly.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Orlu was so excited that he scratched his head and his face was full of smiles.

He immediately took the Thunder Prison Pillar out of his dimensional bag and presented it to Anton with both hands.

"Your Excellency Anton, this is the agreed-upon Thunder Prison Pillar. Please keep it safe."

Anton took the Thunder Prison Pillar, scanned it with his divine sense, and after confirming that it was correct, put it into his Qiankun Bag.

Both parties are satisfied with the deal.

After returning to his residence, Anton spent another three days setting up a teleportation array in the basement.

From then on, the Silvermoon Clan and the Dark Annihilation Fortress had a passage that could be traveled back and forth at any time.

Afterwards, Anton returned to Silvermoon Forest, met with Eleanor, and only after confirming that the clan was safe and sound did he return to Dark Desolation Fortress.

……

It was late autumn in the year 9376 of the Dawn Calendar.

The day to enter the subspace has finally arrived.

Anton led his elite squad away from their residence to the Burning Beacon Hall to retrieve the escape scroll. They then left the Annihilation Fortress and headed towards Holy Dragon City.

The entrance to the subspace runs across the only mountain road leading to Holy Dragon City.

"Is this the entrance to warp space?"

Roman stared wide-eyed at the scene before him in astonishment.

Before setting off, she had imagined what the entrance to the subspace would look like, but she never expected it to be like this.

The earth vanished abruptly, as if some invisible force had forcibly ripped a piece from the land.

Instead, there was a vast, endless distortion.

Rising from the ground to hundreds of meters in the air, it resembles a piece of translucent cloth that has been crumpled and then unfolded again, shrouding everything behind it in a blurry and swaying outline.

The twisted edges trembled, cracked, and healed as if scorched by an unseen flame.

Each fluctuation brought forth a tiny spatial rift, the interior of which was pitch black and bottomless, like the eyes of some ancient monster, constantly opening and closing, coldly staring at the uninvited guest.

A large crowd had already gathered around the entrance.

Seven or eight elite squads from different races were scattered on the open ground outside the entrance, maintaining a tacit distance from each other.

No one spoke loudly; everyone maintained a tacit silence.

The entrance to the subspace opens intermittently each day.

The duration and intervals of each activation are completely unpredictable.

Although the coalition forces had been observing and recording for quite some time, they still couldn't figure out the operating logic behind this door.

The Silvermoon Squad was quite lucky; before long, they saw the opening and closing of the cracks at the twisted edge gradually accelerating.

That was a sign that the entrance to the warp was about to open.

This scene quickly attracted the attention of many elite squads.

They all stood up, their eyes fixed on the entrance.

The distortion at the entrance intensified suddenly, and a narrow crack appeared in the center, as if it had been slowly torn open from the inside by an invisible giant hand, revealing the deep darkness within.

When the crack widened to about three or four meters, it finally stopped.

The edges stopped undulating, and the entire crack solidified into a shape that was almost solid in that instant.

The entrance is open!

Not far away, a human squad that was already fully prepared set off first. The seven of them stepped into the portal one by one, and their figures were swallowed up by the rift, leaving no trace.

Next up are the second and third teams.

The waiting line moved forward one by one, and the whole process was quiet and orderly.

When it was the Silver Moon Squad's turn, Anton took the lead and strode towards the distorted area.

The elves exchanged glances, took a deep breath, and followed suit.

The moment I stepped into the crevice, my vision was suddenly swallowed by darkness, the sound of the wind in my ears, the distant hum of the airship, the feel of the gravel beneath my feet...

All senses were stripped away in the same instant, leaving only a cold, weightless feeling that surged in from all directions.

It felt as if the person had been uprooted from space and thrown into the depths of a void where there was no up, down, left, right, front, or back.

After an unknown amount of time, my vision became clear again.

Anton stepped onto solid ground.

He looked around and saw a gray-white field.

The sky was devoid of sun, moon, and stars; only a dark red vortex of energy slowly rotated deep within the firmament, like a solidified blood vortex.

Light seeped from the edge of the vortex, taking on an unsettling, eerie dark red hue, immersing the entire world in a blood-red twilight glow.

The ground beneath my feet was grayish-white, looking like stone, but when I stepped on it, it felt like stepping on dried bones.

The air was dry and scorching, carrying the smell of sulfur and rust.

With each breath, I could feel a burning sensation flowing from my throat into my lungs, like swallowing a mouthful of scalding sand.

"This is the subspace..."

The voice of the Grand Elder came from behind, carrying a hint of solemnity.

Anton turned his head and saw that the elves had all entered the warp and were now standing together, looking around at their surroundings.

"This space does indeed suppress those without dragon bloodlines. I feel that my mana recovery and mobilization speed have been affected."

The Third Elder frowned and extended his palm.

A ball of pale golden magic gathered in his palm, but the light was a beat slower than usual and the color was also a bit dim, as if it had been diluted by something.

"It has decreased by about 30%."

"Me too." The Grand Elder nodded. "In addition, there is an aura similar to the might of a dragon in the air. People who are not of dragon blood will feel a constant mental pressure and need to expend extra mental energy to maintain their focus."

The Second Elder, Roman, and Cedric exchanged glances and then stretched their bodies.

"I haven't felt affected," Roman said, "but the psychological pressure is definitely there."

Anton understood.

The Second Elder, Roman, and Cedric cultivate the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Scripture, having long since abandoned magic. Their power originates from their blood and physical body, so they are naturally unaffected.

It seems this place is actually the most friendly to cultivators who rely on strength.

As for himself...

Anton focused his attention and sensed for a moment, discovering that the circulation and recovery of spiritual energy had also been affected to some extent.

However, the increase is not significant, at most around 10%.

It's probably because of the high density of spiritual energy.

This minor impact can be easily mitigated with elixirs; it's nothing to worry about.

As for psychological oppression...

For a Golden Core cultivator who cultivates both body and spirit, this level of pressure is like a gentle breeze, having no effect whatsoever.

"Let's go." Anton snapped out of his thoughts and took the lead, walking forward. "Pay attention and be aware of your surroundings."

The elves responded and followed behind him.

Perhaps due to the instability of space, a large number of rock layers were detached from the ground and suspended in mid-air.

Some are upside down, some are tilted, some are rotated, layer upon layer, forming a bizarre three-dimensional terrain.

"This kind of subspace is far less stable than the material world. Even if it's left unattended, it will eventually collapse on its own."

The Third Elder surveyed his surroundings and said thoughtfully.

"That's true." The Grand Elder nodded. "But this subspace is supported by the enormous energy accumulated in the Holy Dragon Mountains. If no external force destroys the spatial node, it can last for at least several hundred or even a thousand years. The Allied Forces can't wait that long."

Listening to their conversation, Anton suddenly thought of the subspace in the cultivation world.

For example, blessed lands and grotto-heavens are self-contained entities and also belong to a type of subspace.

However, most of those blessed lands are full of spiritual energy and reinforced by super-large array clusters, making their structures far more stable than this subspace forcibly torn apart by the dragon race.

There are also portable cave dwellings.

A powerful cultivator can refine an entire space into a mustard seed using great supernatural abilities, carrying it with them and entering and exiting at any time; that is an extremely top-tier subspace.

In a sense, the space inside the Qiankun Bag can also be considered a miniature subspace.

However, it exists in relation to the material plane, cannot operate independently, and cannot contain living things.

"If the opportunity arises, I might want to study the subspace within the cultivation system."

Anton pondered to himself.

Just as I was pondering this, a deafening roar suddenly came from above.

The sound was like muffled thunder rolling across the sky, making people's eardrums ache and even causing the ground beneath their feet to tremble slightly.

Anton suddenly looked up.

A dark red vortex of energy had appeared overhead at some unknown time.

Countless points of light emerged from the vortex, floating, converging, and condensing in the air like fireflies.

In the blink of an eye, a huge phantom slowly took shape in the void.

It was a giant dragon that was over a hundred meters long.

It has an ethereal, semi-transparent texture, like something that exists between solidity and energy.

Its enormous body was composed of countless prism-like crystals, and its eyes were two burning dark red flames. There were no pupils, only endless emptiness and coldness.

"Dragon Soul!"

The elder blurted out, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity.

The elves' gazes sharpened, and they gripped their weapons tightly.