Elven cultivators

Time is like quicksand, slipping silently through our fingers.

In the blink of an eye, Anton had been in this forgotten sea for three months.

While analyzing the underlying laws governing the operation of the magnetic field day after day, he did not neglect his cultivation.

After fully integrating the Earth Element Law into the initial embryonic form of the True Seal, Anton's mastery of Earth Element supernatural powers significantly improved.

The underlying principles became clearer.

The flow of power is smoother.

The earth element power that used to require deliberate guidance to mobilize has now become an extension as natural as breathing.

The most obvious change is reflected in the fusion of the Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand and the sword light.

After three months, he finally fully integrated the Dao essence of the Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand with the sword light.

On the island, Anton sat cross-legged on a flat rock, a beam of dark gold sword light flashing and leaping across the small space in front of him.

The layer of yellowish light that was originally just a thin layer attached to the edge of the sword light has now become more concentrated and condensed, as if it has become the true color that shines out from the inside of the sword light, perfectly natural.

As the sword flashed, in addition to its sharp cutting power, it also carried a profound sense of overwhelming force, like the crushing weight of mountains.

A muffled hum echoed faintly in the air, like an invisible mountain crushing through the void.

"Finally done."

A look of satisfaction flashed in Anton's eyes.

The fusion of the Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand and the sword light is not as simple as one plus one equals two.

The sword light was already known for its speed and sharpness, and now it has been infused with the earth element's weight and suppressive power.

With a single sword strike, sharpness and composure coexist, speed and suppression are equally emphasized.

The enemy had to face both the sharp cutting of the sword light and the immense pressure of the abyss.

The sum of these two factors is far more than the sum of their individual strengths.

"I wonder what level my current strength has reached?"

Anton compared his current strength with his past strength.

Before he could condense the initial embryo of the True Seal, he was able to contend head-on with a peak legend without being at a disadvantage.

Now that the Earth Element Law has been integrated into the True Seal, and the Xuanhuang Dragon-Capturing Hand has successfully merged with the sword light, his strength has undergone a qualitative change.

At the level of peak legend, he is probably far from being a match for them.

So... compared to a saint?

Anton's eyes flickered.

Sainthood represents the ultimate attainment of ordinary people.

Those at this level have touched the threshold of divinity but have not yet entered the realm of gods.

The divinity here does not refer to something like a godhood, but rather to the ultimate mastery of the laws.

Legendary ranks can fully manifest the laws, comprehend and materialize their own unique power of the laws.

The Saint rank, on the other hand, builds upon this foundation, further deepening the application of the power of laws.

Their control over the power of laws is no longer limited to themselves, but can influence the world around them. They are only one step away from forming a domain that can repel all laws except their own.

It can be said that in terms of the use of the power of laws, whether in depth or breadth, the Saints completely overwhelm the Legends.

The power difference between the two ranks is like heaven and earth.

Even now, Anton wouldn't dare say he could directly confront a saint.

Until it's tested in real-world scenarios, nothing is certain.

Fortunately, he will have the opportunity to verify it soon.

Coming to his senses, Anton looked up at the dark night sky in the distance.

After the Dragon Slaying War ended, the struggle for supremacy among all races began.

In the original history, the struggle for supremacy among all races began in the same year that the dragon race was destroyed.

That is, the year 10000 of the Dawn Calendar.

The outbreak of the undead calamity occurred more than two hundred years after the start of the struggle for supremacy among the myriad races.

He remembered it clearly; it was the year 10273 of the Dawn Calendar.

That year, a rift connecting the Netherworld Plane appeared in the western part of the continent, and countless undead poured out of the Netherworld, sweeping across the Dawn Continent like a flood bursting its banks.

The Freedom Alliance, located in the western part of the continent, was the first to be affected.

Caught off guard, the Freedom Alliance suffered heavy losses.

Even after the army was urgently mobilized to suppress them, the Free Alliance suffered repeated defeats under the fierce offensive of the undead legion, with their defenses constantly retreating and countless towns and villages reduced to ruins.

Even the War Governor of the Free Alliance, the continent's first demigod-level powerhouse, died in this sudden disaster.

His demise shocked the entire continent.

Those forces that had previously underestimated the severity of the undead scourge have now come to their senses and begun sending troops to support the Freedom Alliance.

Since then, the continent of Dawn has been embroiled in a long and bloody tug-of-war with the undead legion.

But now, because of his intervention, many things have taken a completely different turn from the original history.

Whether the Cataclysm of the Undead will continue to erupt until the year 10273 of the Dawn Calendar is uncertain to Anton.

Furthermore, the location where the Netherworld Plane was opened was chosen by the Ring of Annihilation.

They carefully selected the heartland of the Free Alliance as their first exit, aiming to inflict the heaviest blow on the Free Alliance, one of the strongest forces on the continent, in the shortest possible time, thus paving the way for subsequent expansion.

Whether the Ring of Annihilation will make the same choice again remains to be seen.

After a moment's thought, Anton shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

The battle for supremacy among all races hasn't even begun, and people are already thinking about the undead scourge. That's a bit too hasty.

The most urgent task is to deal with that holy dragon.

Other things can wait until later.

Just then, Anton's expression suddenly changed.

With a flick of his wrist, a communication talisman appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The talisman paper was slightly warm, and its surface shimmered with a pale golden light.

Anton infused a wisp of magic power, and the talisman unfolded automatically, revealing Eleanor's melodious voice.

"Chieftain, the allied forces have breached Holy Dragon City, and the Lord of the Dragon Court has been killed in battle."

Anton's gaze narrowed slightly.

"...However, the Dragon Lord's last stand before his death created a gap in the allied forces' encirclement," Eleanor's voice continued. "Many dragons took the opportunity to break out and escape into the Storm Rift."

"I see."

Anton put away the communication talisman, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

So far, developments have been exactly as he remembered.

History has not veered off course, at least not at this point.

Hopefully, this will continue.

Anton raised his head and looked towards the northern horizon.

That's the direction of the Storm Rift.

……

Storm Rift.

This rift valley, which encircles the entire Sacred Dragon Mountain Range, stretches for tens of thousands of miles and seems to have no end in sight.

Dark gray clouds rise from the depths of the rift, never dissipating, churning, swirling, and colliding above the rift.

Amidst the churning clouds, one could vaguely see purple-white lightning flashing through the depths, each flash illuminating the clouds above the rift to a translucent state, revealing the unfathomable darkness beneath.

This is a forbidden zone for life.

No living being has ever emerged alive from this forbidden land of death.

However, this ironclad rule has been broken today.

The clouds suddenly tore apart.

One after another, enormous figures burst forth from the gray-black clouds, their wings suddenly spreading as they struggled to maintain their balance in the howling wind.

Their bodies were covered with charred burn marks and cracks, and bright red blood gushed from the wounds. The blood was blown away by the strong wind and formed a faint red mist that spread among the gray-black clouds, like a blood-red ink painting blurred by water.

Despite being covered in wounds, they dared not stop, and with great effort flapped their wings to continue flying forward, leaving that forbidden land of death far behind.

Only when they were far away from that terrifying forbidden land of death did they dare to slow down and land in a secluded valley to catch their breath.

Many of the dragons were already at their last gasp, collapsing to the ground upon landing, panting heavily, looking extremely disheveled.

At this moment, they showed no trace of the majesty and arrogance of the dragon race, resembling a pack of stray dogs.

Although Sefilas was also seriously injured, he still had some strength left.

Standing atop the valley, he spread his senses out to make sure there were no signs of enemies around before letting out a sigh of relief.

Looking back at his people, Sefilas felt a complex mix of relief and sorrow welling up inside him.

Fortunately, they were lucky enough to leave the Storm Rift alive, a forbidden land of death.

The grief stemmed from the destruction of the Dragon Court and the deaths of the City Lord and Lord Wota.

The dragon race, which once reigned supreme over the continent and suppressed all races, now has only a little over a hundred members left.

He was the only remaining member of the royal dragon clan.

This cold, hard truth weighed heavily on Sefilas's heart like a massive stone, making him feel suffocated and unable to breathe.

"Lord Sefilas."

A stone dragon approached and interrupted Sefilas's grief-stricken thoughts, pulling him back to the cold reality.

"What... should we do next?"

Sefilas remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, his voice hoarse.

"Let's find a place to hide first."

"We are currently incapable of fighting against the coalition forces."

"We need time to recover and rebuild our strength."

"When the time is right, we will come back and take back everything that belongs to us."

"Make those inferior races pay the price for what they have done."

Sephira's voice was calm, but a flame of hatred burned deep within his vertical pupils.

This war is not over yet. One day, he will make those inferior races experience the fear that the dragons have instilled in them once again.

"Then...where do we go?"

Even before the operation, Sefilas had discussed this issue with Vota, and he already had a plan in mind.

"The Nether Trench".

He said it without even thinking.

"The magnetic field there can shield us from all detection. As long as we don't reveal ourselves, outsiders won't be able to find us."

"Although the environment is harsh and resources are scarce, it is safe."

The dragon immediately nodded: "I understand, I'll go and inform the other members of my tribe right away."

He turned and left, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Sefilas remained alone at the top of the valley, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The cool air rushed into my lungs, carrying the scent of earth and moss from the valley.

When he opened his eyes again, the confusion in them had faded, replaced by determination.

live.

Then, revenge.