Elven cultivators

"Still from the same clan."

Alvin's gaze swept over the six elves, his eyes flickered, and then he stepped forward.

"Let's go. Since we're both elves, we can't just stand by and do nothing now that we've run into each other."

The elves behind them followed without a word.

Most of the powerful elves who have come to the fortress to fight today are connected to the royal court.

Many of them were nominally vassal or ally races of the royal court.

Seeing their kin in danger, they naturally had to intervene.

This is the kind of character and demeanor that a patriarchal clan should have.

Of course, most importantly, with their team's strength, dealing with the five-headed dragon soul wouldn't be difficult.

However, just as they quickened their pace, preparing to lend a helping hand, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

A beam of yellowish light suddenly shot into the sky, instantly transforming into a gigantic hand that blotted out the sun.

The palm was entirely yellow, with a heavy, earth-like luster flowing between its fingers. Its five fingers resembled five inverted mountain peaks, slamming down fiercely towards the nearest dragon soul.

boom!

The dragon soul didn't even have time to dodge before it was slammed into the ground from mid-air by the giant hand.

The earth trembled violently, and spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly in all directions from the point of impact. Countless rubble and bone fragments were crushed into dust under the immense force.

The dragon soul's massive body was smashed deep into the ground, and the fragments of scales formed from soul power on its surface exploded into countless dark blue light flakes.

Before it could struggle to its feet, dozens of dark golden sword lights swept over like a torrential downpour, instantly engulfing it.

Chi Chi Chi!

The sound of sword light cutting through souls was as dense as rain, and dark red light spots scattered and flew everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the soul of the Radiant Dragon completely disintegrated, turning into countless tiny specks of light floating in the void, which were swept away by the sword light.

Alvin stopped abruptly, his expression shifting with emotion.

"Such formidable strength..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young elf who had just killed the dragon soul flicked his finger again, and a wisp of six-colored flame shot out from his fingertip and landed on another dragon soul.

The flames were small, only about the thickness of a thumb, but they suddenly expanded the moment they touched the dragon soul, transforming into a raging wave of flames that engulfed it.

A sickening hissing sound suddenly rang out, and dark red mist rose from the flames, mixed with the mournful roar of the dragon soul.

Alvin could clearly see that the dragon soul's body was melting and thinning at a visible speed under the scorching flames, like ice and snow under the blazing sun.

"What kind of rule is this?"

For the first time, an undisguised look of astonishment appeared in Alvin's eyes.

The giant hand clearly carried the aura of earth elemental power, but the flames seemed to be the power of fire elemental power, and also faintly mixed with another kind of eerie aura.

How can one person use so many different rules at the same time?

The other elves were also stunned.

They instinctively stopped in their tracks, completely forgetting their intention to help.

No, to be precise, they felt they had no say in the matter.

On the battlefield, the young elf's movements never ceased.

After taking down two dragon souls, he quickly and efficiently dealt with the remaining dragon soul before turning back to support his companions.

Before long, the remaining two dragon souls followed in the footsteps of the former, disintegrating into countless points of light under the strangulation of the sword light, and were then completely devoured.

From the moment they discovered the battlefield to the complete annihilation of the five dragon souls, only a little over ten minutes had passed.

Silence returned to the fields.

Only the lingering energy fluctuations in the air silently testify to the brief but intense battle that just took place.

The elves stood there dumbfounded, looking at each other, speechless for a moment.

Such formidable strength...

Alvin made the comparison in his mind.

Even he wasn't confident he could kill all five dragon souls in such a short time, let alone win so easily.

This level of strength far surpasses that of ordinary legendary-ranked individuals.

Legendary powerhouses of this caliber are rare in fortresses, especially since the opponent is an elf.

How come he's never heard of such a person?

Just then, an older elf beside him suddenly exclaimed in a low voice:

"I remember who he is!"

The other elves all turned to look at him.

"That sword light is exactly the same as the swordsmanship of the Meteor Dragon Sword Saint I've heard about. It must be him!"

Meteor Dragon Sword Saint!

Anton Silver Moon!

Chieftain of the Silvermoon Clan!

The elves were slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.

It was him.

As members of the same clan, they had certainly heard of this name.

It's just that Anton has only been a legend for a little over ten years, so how could his strength be this great?

Most legendary figures would probably be no match for him.

Alvin glanced deeply at the tall, slender figure in the distance, then strode forward.

"Let's go up and say hello."

The elves behind them snapped out of their daze and quickly followed.

In any case, being fellow elves and having met by chance in the warp, it's only right and proper to greet each other after recognizing each other's identities.

not to mention……

This Fallen Dragon Sword Saint's strength deserves their utmost respect.

……

Anton retrieved the sword pellet and held it in his palm.

The dark golden pill hovered above his palm, undulating slightly.

The mysterious light on the surface of the sword pellet was so dense that it was almost tangible, enveloping the pellet like a solidified water droplet.

Even under the dark red light of the subspace, the mysterious light was clearly visible, like ripples on water.

Anton focused his attention and sensed that the sword pellet's spirituality had significantly increased compared to before.

"Overflowing with profound light and enhanced spirituality, it is undoubtedly a mid-grade profound artifact."

Anton smiled, a thought flickering in his mind.

The sword pellet instantly leaped from his palm, leaving a dark golden trail in the void, so fast it was almost invisible.

The trajectory suddenly changed halfway through, transforming from a straight line into an arc, and then from an arc into a broken line. Each turn was smooth and effortless.

Anton could clearly sense that the sword's response speed was faster than before, and its execution of his commands was more precise.

During the three days he entered the subspace, he hunted and devoured nearly a hundred dragon souls, finally upgrading his sword pellet to the mid-grade Xuan weapon level.

If things continue like this, once the subspace war ends, the sword pellet might be able to break through to the level of a high-grade Xuan weapon.

At that time, the mysterious light will be like a flame, intense and solid, and its spirituality will be highly mature.

The sword pellet will sprout the seeds of "self," and it only needs one last opportunity to transform into a weapon spirit.

After a moment of joy, Anton withdrew the sword pellet and turned to look at the elves behind him.

After the battle, the elves were covered in dust, but there were no obvious injuries.

Needless to say, the Grand Elder, even as a newly promoted Legendary, was more than capable of dealing with Dragon Soul, who only possessed 70-80% of the combat power of a newly promoted Legendary. He handled the situation with ease from beginning to end.

The other two elders, along with Cedric and Roman, each possessed their own techniques and equipment, making their combat power far exceed that of a typical peak-level Gold Saint.

The four of them working together had no problem dealing with a dragon soul; in fact, they seemed to have the upper hand.

Turning his gaze away, Anton looked eastward.

His divine sense had already detected the presence of the elf squad as they approached.

At the edge of the field, seven tall, slender figures were walking towards them.

The leader was a blond-haired, blond-eyed male elf.

He had long, pale gold hair that resembled molten gold, tied back with a simple silver leaf-shaped ring that fell to his shoulders.

What is most striking is his eyes, which are a pure gold, like molten gold slowly flowing deep within his pupils.

His skin was unlike that of an ordinary elf, faintly glowing with a very faint white-gold luster.

That luster wasn't enhanced by magic, but rather emanated from within, like some kind of innate mark.

Anton immediately understood and knew where the other party came from.

Sun Elf.

Members of the royal family of the Jade Court.

During the nearly ten thousand years that the Dragon Clan suppressed them, the five top powers never ceased their pursuit of power.

They realized that the reason why the dragon race was able to rule the continent for nearly 10,000 years was not only due to the protection of the dragon god, but also to their powerful bloodline inheritance.

Every dragon is born with the power of the Gold Rank. Upon reaching adulthood, they inevitably come into contact with the laws, comprehend and manifest their own power of the laws.

This "bloodline equals power" model has made the dragon race strong generation after generation, with powerful individuals emerging one after another, and maintaining an overwhelming advantage over other races.

To truly escape the shadow of the dragon race, one must find one's own path, shorten the cycle of power growth, and break this bloodline monopoly.

Thus, the five top powers began their respective explorations.

The most radical of them all was Bloodhowl Fortress.

The orcs chose to actively fuse with the bloodline of the dragons.

They secretly obtained dragon bloodlines through various channels and fused them using the "blood fusion ritual".

The person undergoing the ritual must receive the infusion of dragon blood while in a life-threatening state. The dragon blood fights and merges with their own blood within their body. Only those with a strong enough will can survive; otherwise, the dragon blood will backfire, causing their bloodline to collapse and resulting in immediate death.

The survival rate for this ritual is less than 30%.

But those who ultimately survive will experience a surge in power.

During the War of the Dragons, Bloodhowl Fortress was even fused with the blood of legendary dragons.

Orcs who successfully fuse with dragon blood will have their bloodline permanently altered, and their offspring will be born with dragon blood characteristics such as scales, vertical pupils, and dragon horns. They will be incredibly powerful and more likely to awaken and master the power of laws.

This gradually gave rise to the dragon-beast race.

By the time the various races were vying for supremacy, the dragon orcs had become the ruling class of Bloodhowl Fortress, firmly holding supreme power.

The dwarves of the Heart of the Mountains chose a different path.

They pulverize fire element crystals or fire element cores, and then, under high temperature and pressure, inject them layer by layer into the bodies of selected dwarves through a complex rune conduit system.

This process is like forging a divine weapon.

The elemental essence was used as a tempering agent, permanently fusing with the dwarves' muscles, bones, and flesh, irreversibly.

Those who successfully fuse with the fusion will experience a surge in strength, and their bodies will gradually undergo mutations.

His beard and hair turned like glowing copper wires, his eyes resembled burning coals, and faint lava-like patterns flowed beneath his skin.

As a result, a new branch evolved among the dwarves, known as the Forge Dwarves.

Both the Tide Temple and the Free Alliance have developed their own methods.

The Jade Court is no exception.

However, their style of doing things is relatively less radical.

They do not seek external forces, but instead choose to explore the potential laws hidden within their own bloodline.

Scholars in the royal court discovered that the seeds of law were inherently contained within the bloodline of the elves.

Those ancient memories, sleeping deep within their bloodline, record the origins of the Elven race and their ancient connection with nature, moonlight, and the sun.

Thus, the Jade Court used the Tree of Eternity as a medium to guide and fix the power of laws such as moonlight, sun, and plants, integrating them into the bloodline so that they could be passed down from generation to generation.

This method is slow to take effect and requires generations of inheritance to gradually unearth the power of the laws within one's bloodline until it eventually manifests.

Although it takes a very long time, it is undoubtedly suitable for a long-lived race like the elves.

Over the past ten thousand years, the laws of moonlight, the sun, and plants, which were originally the source of inheritance, have given rise to corresponding bloodline branches.

These are also known in later generations as moon spirits, sun spirits, and wood spirits.

Among them, the Sun Elves, having inherited the power of the laws most completely, have the strongest descendants and thus gradually became the royal family of the Emerald Court.

The elf before us clearly possesses the bloodline of the sun.