Elven cultivators

Outside the city of the beginning, in the valley.

The buzzing and knocking sounds echoed layer upon layer between the two rock walls.

The main hall, as majestic and towering as a mountain range, stands in the center of the canyon, its eaves outlining the first arc in mid-air.

The foundations and frameworks of the twenty-eight side halls were gradually laid out, like chess pieces falling one after another on a chessboard, extending and arranging themselves according to the directions of the stars.

Anton hovered above the main hall with his hands behind his back, drawing array patterns with his magic power. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he reached out and grabbed, and a paper crane appeared out of thin air in his palm.

Anton opened the paper crane, his eyes quickly scanning the contents, a look of surprise appearing on his face.

Ryan, Evie, and the others... actually teamed up to kill a false god?

Moreover, according to Eleanor, the entire battle was planned and carried out by the five of them from beginning to end, without requesting any support from above.

Although the disciples were the most outstanding young talents of the clan, each wielding a magical artifact, a false god who could fuse with divine fragments and establish a church to spread faith must at least be a saint.

How did those five Golden Core cultivators manage to kill the false god?

Anton's mind raced for a moment, and he quickly came up with a possibility.

He immediately checked the summoning records of the celestial soldiers and indeed found that the celestial soldier's true form had been summoned not long ago. No wonder.

With the Heavenly Soldiers possessing combat power comparable to a Saint of the Resonance Realm, and with the support of five true disciples, victory is indeed not impossible, as long as the opponent is not at the peak of the Saint Realm.

"These little guys are quite brave."

A smile appeared on Anton's lips, and in a flash, he disappeared into the canyon.

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Nine-tiered Heavenly Tower, side hall of Tianyuan Hall.

In the center of the hall, the body of a young man lay face up on the ground.

If one didn't know that this corpse was the false god who founded the Church of Glory and called himself the "Lord of Glory," he would not have been much different from ordinary humans just by looking at him.

Eleanor stood beside the corpse, her gaze calmly surveying it.

Roman, on the other hand, casually leaned closer to examine it, clicking his tongue and saying, "This is a false god? It doesn't look anything special."

“That’s normal,” Eleanor said. “False gods are, in the end, just intelligent beings that have fused with fragments of divinity. They haven’t truly ignited the divine fire or raised the divine throne, so naturally they haven’t transcended the realm of mortals.”

"That's true." Roman nodded in agreement. "Otherwise, they wouldn't be so weak." Ryan and the others in the corner exchanged glances upon hearing this, their expressions subtle.

The enemy they barely managed to defeat, even after exhausting all their strength and summoning heavenly soldiers, was casually categorized as "the weak" in Roman's words.

But they also knew that Roman had the confidence to say that.

Having reached the fourth level of power, Roman already possessed a combat strength comparable to a Saint of the Resonance Realm. Not to mention that Roman cultivated the Eight Desolate Prison Suppression Scripture, one of the most advanced power inheritances, and also possessed more than one spiritual weapon.

Even ordinary saints at the pinnacle of power would likely be no match for her.

In her eyes, a pseudo-god at the Resonance Realm was indeed nothing special.

Just then, a barely perceptible ripple appeared in the air inside the hall. A figure silently appeared in the center of the hall, his moon-white robe fluttering slightly in the airflow before returning to stillness.

Eleanor was the first to notice and spoke up: "Patriarch."

Roman smiled and said, "Anton, you're here."

Ryan and the others bowed in unison.

"teacher."

Please visit...to see the latest chapter! Address: dEqixs.oRg After Mia bowed, she subconsciously glanced at Ivy beside her and saw that the half-elf girl's gaze was closely following Anton's figure without blinking.

She had long noticed that Ivy's admiration for her teacher was the most undisguised among all the true disciples.

Despite her usual aloof demeanor, when Ivy is in front of her teacher, her focus is even more intense than when she is practicing magic.

Anton paid no attention to the subtle movements behind him.

He walked straight to the corpse, glanced at it, and then looked at Eleanor.

The latter understood and briefly recounted the whole story in a low voice.

After listening, Anton turned around, his gaze falling on Ryan and the others, and smiled slightly: "Well done."

Hearing the teacher's praise, Ryan and the others all showed joy.

Even the usually taciturn Lucius subtly pursed his lips.

Evie's eyes were unusually bright.

Anton said nothing more, and gently raised his right hand toward the corpse on the ground.

In an instant, the corpse lying stiffly on the ground burst into flames from the inside out, turning to ashes and vanishing in the blink of an eye. After the ashes settled, a dazzling rhombus-shaped crystal rose from its original spot and fell into Anton's palm.

It is a fragment of divinity.

Including this one, Anton has now acquired five Godhood fragments.

He used the first one to refine his Dharma body.

However, after the Dharma Body was condensed, the Divine Spark fragments still had a portion of Law Energy remaining.

So Anton sealed it away, intending to save it for other Nascent Soul cultivators in Taichu City to use when they break through.

The second one was taken from Morais and he refined it into a soul-protecting artifact.

The third one was given to Eleanor to help her quickly complete the fetal breathing and condense her nascent soul.

Similarly, the remaining majority of the law energy in this fragment of divine essence was also sealed away by Anton.

The fourth one was given to Wuyin to help it break through to the demigod level more quickly.

The little guy's strength had already been improving rapidly, and with the help of the divine fragments, it was like he was on a rocket, and he has now reached the level of a god.

He's only one step away from becoming a demigod. As for this fragment of divine essence...

After a moment's thought, Anton decided to leave it to the Dark Spider Mother.

Over the years, the Dark Spider Queen has made many contributions to the expansion of the Nine Nether City. Although she is sometimes lazy, she has put in the work most of the time.

Anton has always been fair in rewarding and punishing, so since it has put in the effort, it should be rewarded in kind.

The Dark Spider Mother's bloodline is far less privileged than that of the Hidden Mist, resulting in a much slower rate of strength improvement; she remains at the peak of the Saint realm.

However, with this fragment of divine essence, it is believed that it will soon be able to break through to the level of a god, or even the demigod level.

They should be able to ascend to godhood faster than in the original history.

Unlike the intimate relationship between Mist Village and Anton, which is bound by a contract, there is not such a deep connection between them.

But Anton believed that as long as he maintained his superior strength, he could keep it firmly under control.

Interestingly, both the Fog Concealer and the Dark Spider Mother have taken completely different paths to godhood compared to most false gods.

Those false gods who have fused with fragments of divine power cannot ignite the divine fire and elevate their divine thrones without the support of faith.

They must establish churches and develop a following, relying on sufficient faith to stabilize their authority. Otherwise, even if they become gods, they will gradually weaken and eventually perish.

However, the Dark Spider Mother and the Mist Concealer are different.

The ancient divine bloodline within them is itself a natural rudimentary form of the law and authority, requiring no faith as a medium.

They only need to keep eating and growing, and the "divinity" in their blood will naturally sprout, eventually leading them to become gods in their physical bodies.

In the original history, the Dark Spider Mother rose step by step from the peak of sainthood to the level of demigod and even god without any divine fragments to assist her.

It is one of the few "primordial gods" in the era of the rise of the gods that was not related to the fall of the dragon god.

The same principle applies to Mist Concealment.

In ancient times, the way for divine wolves to ascend to godhood was not through faith, but through the awakening and transformation of their bloodline.

In Anton's view, these original gods with special bloodlines are essentially closer to the demon race in the cultivation system—the improvement of cultivation leads to the sublimation of bloodlines, and finally they transform into "demon gods" who are the embodiment of the laws of heaven and earth.

Those false gods who have fused with fragments of the Dragon God's divine essence and rely on faith to solidify their authority are more like the cultivators in the cultivation world who attain godhood through incense offerings.

Human cultivators, however, take a completely different path.

They also do not need faith to stabilize the authority of the laws. For cultivators, the "Dao" is the resonance between themselves and heaven and earth.

Once one successfully merges with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and achieves perfect harmony with the Dao, one can become the embodiment of the laws of Heaven and Earth, and one's words will be lawful and one's thoughts can change the world.

There is absolutely no need for believers to support it.

"Alright, I've seen enough of the excitement, I'm off now."

Roman waved his hand dismissively, then strode towards the side hall entrance.

She hurried to the whirlpool to spar with Solius.

When Roman sparred with Solius before, he was always the one who was being suppressed.

Solius mostly played along with her as if it were a game.

But ever since Roman broke through to the fourth level of power, the situation has completely reversed.

Now it's Thorius's turn to be at a disadvantage.

It was only at the Saintly Transformation Realm level. Even with the advantage of terrain and the ability of the Shadow Abyss Law to restrain power cultivators, it could only barely manage a draw with Roman.

Given Roman's current rate of improvement, Thorius probably won't be able to keep up with her for long. At that point, she'll have no choice but to spar with either the Hidden Mist or the Dark Spider Queen.

Ryan and his companions then took their leave.

Soon only Anton and Eleanor remained in the hall.

Eleanor took this opportunity to report to Anton on the recent developments of the clan.

"With the pressure on the northern border defense line greatly reduced, I have redeployed the troops that were withdrawn from the Nine Nether City Domain. The exploration and expansion of the Dark Region have returned to normal, and so far everything is going smoothly."

"In addition, the fourth fleet has been initially formed and is currently in the personnel integration phase. It is expected to be officially put into operation in two months."

At this point, Eleanor changed the subject, "I've been considering extending the clan's influence to the southern part of the continent."

"The South?" Anton raised an eyebrow slightly.

“That’s right.” Eleanor nodded. “In recent years, the continent has been ravaged by war, and all regions have been affected to varying degrees. Only our eastern region has been largely unaffected because of the existence of our border defenses. Taking advantage of this opportunity, we have absorbed a large number of people from outside the region.”

"Our own population has now exceeded 350,000, and the number of half-elves has exceeded 700,000. With this population of over one million as the core, we can control dozens of times more vassal races and support a larger territory."

The growth rate of the Silvermoon Clan was largely limited by its population size.

It's important to understand that while both are elven factions, the Emerald Court boasts at least four to five million elves. In contrast, the Silvermoon Clan, with less than a tenth the size of the Emerald Court's elven population, controls a far more expansive territory.

This is something that seems utterly unbelievable to outsiders.

The Silvermoon Clan was able to do this for two main reasons.

First, the clan follows an elite route, and the average strength of its elves far exceeds that of the Emerald Court.

Secondly, the clans, through their profitable trade networks and well-established merit system, attracted a large number of vassal tribes, thus making up for the shortage of manpower.

If the main race of elves firmly grasps the core position, and the half-elves, who have a closer relationship with the main race, occupy the middle positions to assist the main race in management, they can firmly control the vassal races and thus rule more territories.

"The eastern part of the mainland is now stable, and the border defense is not under much pressure. We have enough manpower and troops that can be transferred to expand southward."

Eleanor's tone was confident.

"How is the situation in the south now?" Anton asked.

"It's terrible." Eleanor's expression became more serious. "It's only slightly better than the already rotten north."

"The Tide Temple is under heavy pressure from the Abyssal Whale Morok, making it difficult for its army to enter the interior of the continent. In the south, many forces are fighting independently under the onslaught of the undead army, suffering repeated defeats, and many towns have already been destroyed by the undead."

"I've sent people to contact some southern powers, and they've all made it clear that they're willing to become vassal races of our clan if we offer them protection." "If we send troops south now, we can take at least a third of the southern territory, and if all goes well, we can take more."

Anton pondered for a moment, then quickly nodded: "Then go ahead and do it."

Elinor was delighted to have Anton's support and readily agreed.

"it is good."

She didn't linger and quickly walked out of the side hall.

Anton then left the Nine Heavens Tower and, in a flash, returned to the canyon.

The construction of the Ziwei Heavenly Palace is progressing smoothly and is already halfway complete.

After finishing his business at the Ziwei Heavenly Palace, he will need to return to the Dao Bing Gong Fang (a military workshop).

The latest celestial soldier is nearing completion, and with this one, he will have a total of seven celestial soldiers at his disposal.

The seven Saints seem to have considerable combat power, but they are still a long way from the forty-eight Saints that Anton desired.

The materials for crafting the Heavenly General are still being collected, and it is not possible to craft it for the time being.

Anton's goal is to gather forty-eight heavenly soldiers and one heavenly general. That way, he can set up the Big Dipper Formation.

That's a powerful formation capable of contending with cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage.

The rarer the material, the harder it is to collect.

Even with the Silvermoon Clan's current network and capabilities, they still can't seem to pick up the speed at which they collect materials.

Perhaps this could be changed if the clan could bring the south under its control.

This was also one of the main reasons why Anton supported Eleanor's advance into the south.

In addition, there are soul-protecting artifacts.

In addition, there's the soul-protecting artifact. He recently completed that one-time-use magic weapon, crafted with a fragment of divine essence as its core.

At this point, all the preliminary preparations for surviving the great tribulation of wind and fire have been completed.

Next, all I need to do is get myself back to peak condition before I can start preparing for the tribulation.