Elven cultivators

Deep within the formation, in the Harmony Pool.

The five-colored light streams slowly flowed back down along the guide channels on the pool wall, and the light strands at the edges gradually converged and returned to their positions, just as the water surface smoothed by the wind slowly returned to calm.

Anton sat cross-legged in the center of the formation, the edges of his robes undulating slightly in the subdued light, conveying a sense of tranquility as if he had just emerged from meditation.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Above their heads, two wispy clouds floated, one solid and one ethereal.

The first flower has completely solidified, with five-colored light rotating within it, blending together yet remaining distinct. The tassel-like rays of light at the edges converge neatly, like a finely crafted crown, hanging steadily above the top of the head.

The second flower is still somewhat sparse, its outline is already clear, but the five colors inside still have a somewhat ethereal quality, like a watercolor painting that has not yet completely dried.

This is the sixteenth year that Anton has been cultivating in the Great Whirlpool Sea.

The first cloud of energy has completely solidified, and the second is already beginning to take shape.

His cultivation progress was even faster than he had expected.

In addition, progress in supernatural abilities is also going very smoothly.

Of the four supernatural powers, Hao Yi San Yang Qi, Tai Xuan Yuan Han Zhen Gang, and Tai Xuan Yi Qi Wu Xing Da Shou have been mastered one after another.

The progress on the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder is a bit slow, but it is expected that it will be completely mastered soon.

This is also thanks to the unique environment of this place.

While the rifts in the primordial planes of elements absorb and release elemental energy, they also release the power of laws.

The efficiency of training here is several times greater than that outside.

Anton sat quietly at the center of the formation for a moment, withdrawing the last bit of remaining magical power into his body. The magical power in his body naturally returned to his meridians and flowed smoothly.

At this moment, he sensed a familiar aura approaching, and with a slight movement, he disappeared from the center of the formation.

The next instant, his figure appeared outside the formation.

Roman happened to be passing by from a distance. When he saw him come out, he paused and a joyful smile spread across his face: "Anton, this time your seclusion has lasted much longer than the previous times. I thought you were going to stay in there for several more years."

"I just reached a crucial point in the repair, which took a little longer than usual." Anton smiled slightly, his gaze falling on her. "You seem to be doing quite well; your cultivation has improved considerably."

Roman laughed even harder: "That's right, with Solius here to practice with me, I can stretch my muscles every day, which is much better than being cooped up in the clan."

Anton smiled and nodded.

Over the years, he would cleanse Thorius of the filth every now and then.

It took five uses of Haoyi Sanyang Qi to finally cleanse the massive body of impurities that had accumulated for countless years.

After getting rid of the lesion, Solius returned to his former docile nature and no longer went mad for no reason.

A tacit understanding, not one of subordination, but one that was quite stable, had formed between them.

It still guards the volcanic zone, but no longer rejects the activities of sea creatures and Silvermoon Clan members. It even occasionally helps to drive away large sea monsters attracted by the heat flow.

Roman would go to it for a sparring match every few days, and Solius never refused.

After the two finished exchanging pleasantries, Celine spoke slowly, "Lord Anton, the Temple will be holding the Tide Festival in three days. The elders of the council asked me to convey their invitation for you to attend."

"Tidal Festival?" Anton's eyes flickered slightly.

"It's a celebration held by the temple every twenty years. All the sea tribes send people to participate, making it the largest gathering in the Great Whirlpool Sea. Her Highness the Holy Maiden will also be attending," Celine explained. "The elders hope to take this opportunity to deepen their ties with the Silvermoon Clan, and I came here on their behalf."

Anton paused for a moment, then shook his head: "Thank you for your kind offer, but I have been away from the clan for a long time, and there are many matters to be dealt with, so I'm afraid I won't be able to participate."

He had come into contact with the Tide Council several times over the years and vaguely sensed that some of the council's elders were quite resistant to his presence.

Most of those people were supporters of the faction that opposed Celine's succession as the candidate saintess, so they were very hostile to him, an outsider who was very close to Celine's faction.

On occasions like the Tide Festival, various forces gather, and while it appears to be a celebration on the surface, there is likely a great deal of behind-the-scenes power struggle.

Anton had no interest in getting involved in the internal power struggles of the sea creatures.

Given the Silvermoon Clan's current strength, getting involved in a power struggle of this level would do far more harm than good.

It's best to keep your distance for now.

Celine seemed to have a vague idea of ​​what he was thinking, and didn't try to persuade him further.

The three parted ways, and Anton then left with Roman.

On his way, he stopped by Solius's residence and said goodbye to him.

The Deep Sea Ghost seemed reluctant to part, but cheered up again after learning that Anton would be back in a while.

Anton smiled and didn't linger. With a flick of his sleeve, a layer of soft white light enveloped Roman and himself, transforming into a slender beam of light that pierced through the seawater and swept diagonally toward the island.

……

After returning to the Primordial Spirit Realm via the teleportation array, Anton and Roman immediately went to the Heavenly Origin Palace.

As expected, Eleanor was in the palace handling some business.

Several open files were spread out on the long table, and a half-cup of cooled flower tea sat on the corner.

Upon seeing the two, the elven girl smiled and put down her pen.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?"

Roman kicked off his boots, lay barefoot on the bench, limbs outstretched, his posture as carefree as a fish warmed by the sun.

"Home is the best. Staying at the bottom of the sea for too long makes even your bones feel salty."

Eleanor raised an eyebrow slightly: "I heard that after you got there, you spent most of your time with that deep-sea ghost, leaving the mine affairs to your subordinates."

Roman said lazily, "The mining area won't be affected by my presence or absence. Instead of wasting time there, I'd rather go find Solius and have a few matches to stretch my muscles."

Eleanor shook her head helplessly.

She wasn't really blaming Roman.

After all, she knew in her heart that Roman had always wanted to find a suitable opponent to spar with, but the clan's higher-ups were either busy with cultivation or duties, and no one could accompany her to fight freely.

Roman was naturally delighted to encounter such a tough and resilient opponent as Solius.

Anton watched the interaction between the two women from the side, a faint smile on his face.

Although they are close in age, the two of them gave him the feeling of a mother spoiling her daughter.

"Did anything happen to the clan while I was away?" Anton asked casually.

"Nothing important," Eleanor shook her head. "But both fleets are now assembled and ready for combat at any time."

Anton nodded in satisfaction.

The two fleets, comprising a total of one hundred Lingyun flying ships and two Feiyao towers, already constitute a force capable of altering the course of the local battle.

This is just the beginning.

Once his spiritual essence has matured, he can attempt to refine a large-scale flying magical artifact of the spiritual weapon level.

If successful, the clan's military strength will experience a leap forward.

"What about Kirigakure?" Anton asked again. "How's the little guy?"

"It's doing very well." A smile appeared on Eleanor's lips. "It spends most of its time in the array area, occasionally coming out for a walk. Its growth is progressing smoothly."

Anton stood up: "I'll go check on it."

"I'm going too!" Roman jumped up from the bench.

Eleanor also stood up.

The three of them left the Tianyuan Hall, walked through the corridor, and headed towards the Eternal Tree.

Soon, a circular clearing surrounded by tall evergreen trees came into view.

The ground in the center of the open space was covered with faint array patterns, which continuously gathered spiritual energy and turned it into mist.

The ever-present mist makes this area moist and quiet all year round, like a miniature woodland surrounded by high walls.

Mist Shadow was curled up among the tangled roots of an ancient tree, its silvery-gray tail covering the tip of its nose, and a light mist slowly rose from its fur, silently swirling and spreading around it.

The tip of its ear suddenly twitched.

Immediately afterwards, those amber vertical pupils opened, their gaze passing through the dispersing mist and landing directly on Anton.

The next instant, the silver-gray figure leaped up from the spot, transforming into a flowing mist that instantly traversed the entire open space, condensing into a shape at Anton's feet.

It raised its head, let out a short cry, and nuzzled Anton's hand, its expression and actions revealing affection and tenderness.

Anton looked Wuyin up and down.

After many years, Wuyin's body had swelled up considerably, his shoulder height now reaching Anton's waist, and his whole body exuded a solemn aura.

Even without using divine sense to investigate, one could sense that the power of the Hidden Mist had increased significantly.

"It seems you haven't been slacking off and have been diligently cultivating."

Anton smiled and patted Wuyin's head, causing the latter to let out a happy whimper.

Afterwards, Anton brought Wuyin to the training ground and released a guardian deity to test Wuyin's strength.

The battle broke out quickly.

The mist-hidden figure suddenly transformed into flowing gray-white mist, slicing through several meters like a sharp blade, swirling and coiling around the guardian deity, waiting for an opportunity to bite.

Within minutes, the wolf and the puppet clashed several times in the center of the open space, causing the mist to swirl and sparks to fly.

Although the Hidden Mist was always at a disadvantage, it was able to barely hold its own against the Guardian Deity.

It should be noted that the individual combat power of a Guardian General can suppress a peak Legendary level.

This means that the Hidden Mist has already reached a level of strength comparable to that of a top-tier legend.

Roman's eyes lit up: "His strength has improved way too fast!"

Eleanor nodded in admiration: "As expected of a divine being, at this rate, Wuyin will probably reach the Saint level in less than ten years."

Anton's face also showed a bit more of a smile.

With the Saint-level Mist Shadow guarding the Primordial Spirit Realm, he could travel outside with greater peace of mind.