Elven cultivators

The golden threads, stripped of their residual intent, became much clearer and purer, slowly drifting toward the Dharma body behind Anton.

The entire body of the Dharma body was shrouded in a thin layer of five-colored spiritual light, with clear outlines and vivid features.

The moment those golden threads touched the surface of the Dharma body, they were like water seeping into dry sand, silently permeating it.

The outline of the Dharma body then undergoes subtle but stable changes.

The translucent texture, which was originally somewhere between glass and light and shadow, is gradually transforming into a solid entity.

The fleeting streaks of light at the edges gradually converged, transforming into condensed lines.

Anton could clearly sense that with each strand of golden thread that was incorporated, the Dharma body became more solid and its texture became more substantial.

The feeling was like filling a skeleton with flesh and blood inch by inch.

After an unknown amount of time, the light of the divine fragment finally dimmed slightly.

Anton stopped absorbing the energy, slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the golden crystal that was still slowly rotating. A hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"With the fragments of the divine spark, the speed of condensing the Dharma body has indeed increased considerably."

"At this rate, the Dharma body will be fully formed in twenty years at most." "Now all that's missing is the magical equipment to protect the soul."

Anton looked thoughtful.

The few soul-type fantasy-level magical equipment that left a deep impression on him almost all came from the Netherworld and the army of the undead.

They are mostly the equipment of powerful individuals who perished in the eternal war of annihilation.

Although I really want to go into the Abyss to search, this idea cannot be implemented at this stage.

In the original history, although the Black Emperor was the ruler of the undead army, he never appeared on the battlefield.

The six lords have always been the ones who truly command the undead army in their conquests.

It wasn't until the end of the Cataclysm, when the allied forces of all races invaded the Abyss, that they first encountered this Lord of the Abyss.

Anton was very curious: what could be more important than conquering the Dawn Continent that the Black Emperor had hardly ever stepped out of the Abyss?

As long as the Black Emperor remains in the Abyss, that place is no different from a forbidden zone for the Dawn Continent.

Even among demigods, there are differences in strength.

Once a divine being ignites their divine flame, the power of the laws will thoroughly permeate their soul and body, extending their lifespan beyond racial limits and freeing them from the constraints of natural aging. Their control over the laws will also be greatly enhanced, transforming from manipulation to domination.

It can seal off all laws except those it controls within a certain range, that is, the law domain.

The demigods at this stage are called the Firestarters.

It symbolizes the person who ignites the divine flame.

Hamilton of the Freedom League was in this position.

Above them are those who hold the seal.

The breakthrough signifies that the divine spark condenses into a law imprint, further enhancing the power to control the laws.

A law imprint will condense deep within its soul, like a stamp, representing that the world has recognized its dominion over this law.

The holder of the seal can solidify the influence of their own laws within a specific scope.

For example, a demigod who has mastered the power of fire can keep the fire element in a region permanently active, and it will not fade away even after he leaves.

The third realm is the Crown Sculptor.

The breakthrough is marked by the condensation of a crown of laws. At this level, a demigod can manifest a tangible halo of laws around their body.

It can temporarily rewrite the rules of the world within the influence range of the corona ring.

For example, freezing flames into ice or reversing gravity.

Above the crown sculptor lies the one on the edge.

At this level, a demigod's power has reached the limit that mortals can contain.

To break through to the next level, one must forge a divine status and ascend to a divine throne.

If successful, one can become a true god who wields the authority of the laws.

As far as Anton knew, the six great lords were either seal-bearers or crown-bearers.

The Black Emperor is on the verge of becoming a true god, only one step away.

Before breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage, Anton had no desire to confront the Black Emperor.

Collecting his thoughts, Anton's gaze returned to the fragments of divinity before him.

Even though he had absorbed some of the energy of the laws, the fragment still shone brightly, as dazzling as ever. He took out a palm-sized black jade box, carefully put the divine fragment inside, placed it in the box, and then cast a layer of sealing light before putting the box back into the depths of his Qiankun bag.

He then got up and left the quiet room, walking outside.

......

Northern border of the mainland.

Anton hovered high in the sky, his gaze slowly sweeping over the verdant vein that stretched across the earth below.

The trees stretch along the border, extending from east to west, like a green wall lying between the gray-yellow wasteland and the desolate north.

The tree canopy is layered, the branches and leaves are intertwined, and a faint blue light flows between the branches of each tree, like the blood vessels of a living thing, connecting and weaving together to form an impenetrable net of light.

Above the light net, countless fine and intricate runes appeared and disappeared, slowly flowing with the surging air currents in the forest, as if the entire forest was breathing slowly.

In the very center of the forest stands an exceptionally tall and massive tree, like a pillar supporting the sky.

Its canopy is like a giant open umbrella, with countless slender vines and aerial roots hanging down from its branches, the ends of which emit a soft emerald green light and constantly exude a rich life force in all directions.

Even from a great distance, you can feel that vibrant life force.

It was the Mother Tree of War traded from the Jade Court.

Anton nodded in satisfaction.

The Mother Tree of War is indeed a good match for the Myriad Spirits Return to the Ruins and Suppress Evil Array.

With it present, the power of the formation can be increased by at least 30%.

Just then, a streak of emerald green light rose from the forest below and sped toward Anton.

Eleanor, however, sensed Anton's presence and rushed over.

"Chieftain, you have emerged from seclusion."

Eleanor wore a bright smile.

Anton's gaze swept over Eleanor, then suddenly stopped: "You've formed a true mana seal?"

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Eleanor nodded with a smile. "I just broke through not long ago."

"Congratulations." Anton's smile deepened. "Next, as long as you pass the three trials of the Nascent Soul Breakthrough, you will be able to nurture your Nascent Soul."

"It's still early." Although Eleanor was also happy, she remained calm.

She knew how difficult it was to overcome the three trials of breaking through the infant's barrier.

Even Anton was stuck on this for decades, let alone her.

She would be very satisfied if she could successfully nurture a nascent soul within a hundred years.

This is even with the support of the entire clan's resources.

For other true disciples, it would be normal for the time to break through the barrier to be several times longer.

After a few lighthearted words, the conversation turned back to business.

Anton looked down at the forest and smiled, "The defense line looks like it's nearing completion."

A smile appeared on Eleanor's face: "There are only two more nodes left. We can finish everything in about three days, and then the entire defense line will be fully operational."

"Not bad, much faster than I expected," Anton praised.

"After all, we prepared all the supplies in advance, and we have plenty of manpower," Eleanor nodded matter-of-factly. "With the strength of the entire tribe, the efficiency of building a defense line is naturally very high."

Anton nodded, his gaze returning to the desolate northern wilderness. After a moment of contemplation, he asked, "After that undead army was annihilated, did the other side make any moves?" At this, Eleanor's expression became more solemn.

"About two days ago, our scouts sent north reported that a new army of undead is moving in this direction, far larger than before, and with a large number of Nether Dragons among them. Our Mirror Sparrows, which were conducting aerial reconnaissance, also spotted an exceptionally large figure in the ranks, which is suspected to be the Nether Dragon King Darkwing."

"The King of the Underworld?"

Anton remained calm.

Eleanor glanced at him and asked, "Chief, you don't seem very surprised."

Anton calmly said, "The undead suffered losses at our hands, so it's normal for them to send more troops. As for the fact that the leader is the Nether Dragon King... that's not surprising either. Have you forgotten what they call me outside?"

Eleanor paused for a moment, then, as if realizing something, her expression turned somewhat wryly: "Just because of the title 'Fallen Dragon Sword Saint'?"

Anton chuckled and said, "Dragons are all extremely arrogant, especially high-ranking undead like the Nether Dragon. They have lost all their memories of their previous lives, leaving only the arrogance etched into their bones. They cannot tolerate any provocation or stain. Given that I have this title, it's not surprising that the Nether Dragon King dislikes me and takes the initiative to deal with me."

Upon hearing this, Eleanor subconsciously frowned, a layer of worry appearing on her face: "After all, the Dark Dragon King is a demigod..."

"Don't worry." Anton pointed to the lush treeline below. "The Wanling Guixu Suppressing Evil Array has been completed. Unless the entire army of the undead comes out, a small force alone will not pose a threat to us."

"As for the Nether Dragon King... if it were any other demigod of the level of a Signer or Crown Bearer, I might have more reservations. But the undead..."

Anton didn't finish his sentence, but merely twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a meaningful smile. Eleanor thought about it and agreed, her lingering worry easing.

Outsiders might not know, but she, who had been by Anton's side the longest, knew very well that Anton had countless ways to control the undead.

If the Dark Dragon King treats the Silver Moon Clan and its leader as easy targets, he will surely receive a big "surprise".

"Next, have the frontline troops gradually withdraw to the rear of the defensive line," Anton instructed. "Take these few days to let them quickly familiarize themselves with how the Myriad Spirits Return to the Ruins and Suppress Evil Formation works."

"Yes, Patriarch." Eleanor nodded solemnly.