Elven cultivators

Besides a significant increase in control over the laws of heaven and earth, another obvious change for cultivators after breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage is mastering the mental imagery domain.

This is a "mental image space" constructed by a Nascent Soul cultivator based on their own understanding of the laws. It is highly similar to the "law domain" of the Dawn Continent, but is more subjectively shapeable.

If the "Locking Heaven and Earth" technique of the Nascent Soul stage is a form of sealing, it means using one's own magical power to seal the enemy's power of laws, preventing them from using those laws.

The domain of a demigod's laws is one of repulsion. Using its own laws as a torrent, it expels all dissimilar laws and does not allow heterogeneous laws to appear within its domain.

The "Mind Image Domain" of the Nascent Soul stage is reshaping, capable of shaping and accommodating various law effects.

With a slight thought, Anton unleashed an invisible and intangible force field that instantly spread outwards from him in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the aerial roots of the Tree of Eternity froze for a moment, the tips of the vines hung suspended in mid-air, and even the light dust floating in the air solidified, like shattered gold.

Everything was under his control, as if the entire world had become a painting that could be modified at any time.

He can incorporate the laws of fire into it, bathing everything around him in warm sunlight.

The principles of water can be incorporated into this process, causing water vapor in the air to condense into dewdrops, resulting in a torrential downpour in an instant.

It can even incorporate the laws of earth, making the soil beneath one's feet as soft as mud, and the rocks as hard as iron.

A demigod can only construct a domain using a single law, excluding those who disagree with them, while a mental domain can simultaneously bear the effects of multiple laws and switch and adjust as needed. One encompasses all things, the other guards only a corner; the difference in their power is immediately apparent.

Anton withdrew from his mental imagery domain, a satisfied smile appearing on his face.

The Nascent Soul stage and the Spirit Transformation stage are different.

Even Nascent Soul cultivators still need external energy to improve their cultivation level; they need to absorb the energy of heaven and earth.

The density of spiritual veins, the quality of rare and precious materials, and the strength of magical power are all key factors that determine the speed of a Nascent Soul cultivator's progress.

Nascent Soul cultivators are completely different.

At this level, simply accumulating the energy of heaven and earth can no longer drive the improvement of cultivation.

To go further, one must delve into the flow of the laws of heaven and earth with one's primordial spirit, using oneself as a vessel to bear and comprehend the operation of the laws themselves.

If the energy of heaven and earth is a stream, and the laws governing it are a riverbed, then a Nascent Soul cultivator only needs to go downstream and slowly collect the water.

Nascent Soul cultivators, however, must dive deep into the riverbed to perceive the texture of every river rock and the direction of every undercurrent.

Therefore, the three realms of the Nascent Soul stage are not divided by the amount of magical power, but by the depth of the laws, the strength of the primordial spirit, and the degree of harmony of the Dao heart.

A newly promoted Nascent Soul cultivator like him belongs to the first level of Nascent Soul. His primordial spirit is initially formed, and his physical body and soul are completely integrated. He can leave his body for a long time and travel thousands of miles in spirit, but he still needs to maintain some kind of connection with his physical body.

The coverage area of ​​the mental imagery domain is approximately 100 miles.

At the second level of the Nascent Soul stage, the cultivator has deeply integrated the laws they cultivate with their primordial spirit, and no longer needs to deliberately mobilize the power of the laws to cast spells.

With each move, the laws flowed naturally, as freely as breathing.

The mental imagery domain can extend to hundreds of miles.

Furthermore, it can achieve "transformation in an instant," using the power of the primordial spirit to condense an avatar with combat strength equivalent to the original body, which is equivalent to a more powerful dharma body. Moreover, it does not require prior condensation; it can take shape with a thought.

As for the third level of the Divine Transformation stage, it signifies the complete unification of the Dao Heart and the Innate Law, with the Primordial Spirit approaching the rudimentary form of the "Dao Body".

The mental imagery domain has a controllable range of over a thousand miles, and can shrink into a small space of one zhang square according to the cultivator's will, condensing the suppressive force to the extreme.

At this level, cultivators who have reached the Nascent Soul stage have touched the origin of heaven and earth and begun to perceive a higher level of 'Dao'. It is the ultimate stage of Nascent Soul and the threshold to the Void Refinement stage.

In the Dawn Continent, demigods are divided into four realms: Ignite the Fire, Hold the Seal, Shape the Crown, and Reach the Boundary. These correspond to the ignition of the divine fire, the condensation of the law imprint, the formation of the law crown ring, and the limits that mortals can accommodate.

Although Anton was only at the first level of the Nascent Soul stage, he was confident that with his current strength, he could defeat a demigod at the Seal Bearer level without any problem.

Please visit [website address] to see the latest chapter! Address: dEqixs.oRg If the opponent is a Crown Shaper, with the help of the multiple laws of the Mind Realm and the power of the True Weapon Sword Pellet, there is still a considerable chance of victory.

If the opponent is an undead, even a critically ill being who is only one step away from becoming a god is not without a chance to put up a fight.

Thinking of this, Anton couldn't help but recall the scene he had witnessed while his mind was wandering in the void.

The colossal door, constructed from countless thick bone pillars, and the swirling chaos behind it, still evoke a sense of indescribable unease in him whenever he recalls it.

Anton had always harbored doubts.

As the lord of the Underworld, the Black Emperor commands an army of millions of undead, yet he has never personally stepped out of the Underworld.

Even when the undead army suffered heavy losses on the eastern defense line and the Dark Dragon King was killed in battle, no intervention was taken.

That's really illogical.

Now it seems most likely that it's related to that bone gate.

The fact that the Black Emperor would abandon the outcome of war and stay in the Underworld for so long suggests that this bone gate must hold a very important secret.

The Black Emperor is probably plotting something, but Anton has no clue about it.

There is absolutely no record of this bone door in history. Either he's overthinking it.

Either in the original history, the Black Emperor didn't have time to successfully complete his plan before the allied forces attacked and captured him in the Abyss, thus ending his quest.

If this life can be this smooth, that would be wonderful.

But because of the butterfly effect he brought about, history has long been unrecognizable.

Anton couldn't guarantee that the Black Emperor would fail again in this lifetime.

"Looks like we need to speed things up."

Anton muttered to himself.

Suddenly, figures appeared from afar.

In the blink of an eye, Eleanor, Roman, the Grand Elder, and others had all landed at the foot of the Tree of Eternity.

Their eyes all fell on Anton.

Without asking, they understood the moment they saw Anton that their city lord had reached a higher level.

The man before him, Anton, was still wearing that moon-white robe, his figure tall and slender, his face unchanged from before. But his aura was completely different.

That feeling is hard to describe in words; it's as if, while he was standing there, he also existed in every wisp of wind and every inch of light and shadow between heaven and earth.

He was completely at ease with the surrounding flowers, trees, and plants, as if he himself were a part of this world.

After a while, Eleanor was the first to come to her senses, and a smile appeared on her face: "Congratulations, City Lord, on successfully advancing to the Nascent Soul stage."

The others also came to their senses and offered their congratulations, their voices filled with genuine joy.

Anton is the core of the clan; the stronger he is, the more prosperous the clan becomes.

All the elves were overjoyed by Anton's breakthrough.

Roman, even more enthusiastic, inquired about the differences between the Nascent Soul stage and the Divine Transformation stage.

Anton answered each question, then looked at Eleanor and changed the subject.

"Next, we must accelerate the conquest of the south."

Eleanor paused slightly, keenly noticing the unusual tone in his voice: "Has something happened?"

Anton didn't hide anything and briefly recounted the scene he had witnessed while his mind wandered through the void. Upon hearing this, all the elves present wore solemn expressions.

They all immediately realized the significance behind this event.

The Black Emperor is clearly plotting something, and given his power and status, what he's after must be something significant, perhaps even more important than conquering the continent.

Otherwise, the Black Emperor wouldn't have stayed in the Abyss and refused to come out.

In other words, if the Black Emperor's plan succeeds, something even more terrible than the Scourge might happen.

To prevent this from happening, we must quickly defeat the undead army, then launch a counterattack on the Underworld to kill the Black Emperor and end this war completely.

"I understand." Eleanor said solemnly. "I will draw troops from the Underdark and the northern border as much as possible to the campaign against the south."

Anton nodded and said nothing more.

The crowd then dispersed and went about their own business.

......

The year was 9547 in the Dawn Calendar.

The Silvermoon Clan marched into the southern part of the continent to begin the purge of the undead army. The clan fleet took off from the Eldron Plains, crossed the southern border, and surged southward like a silver torrent across the sky.

At the same time, the Silver Moon Legion, the Half-Elf Legion, the Taoist Legion, and the Foreign Legion, which had gathered on the southern border, also set off, advancing into the southern hinterland along the pre-planned marching routes.

Upon learning of the Silvermoon Clan's southward advance, the remaining major powers in the south almost rushed to send delegations to express their willingness to submit to the Silvermoon Clan.

With the undead army raging across the land, they no longer have the energy to consider sovereignty and independence.

Survival is the only thing that matters.

The advance of the Silvermoon Clan was nothing short of devastating.

The Taoist army, acting as the vanguard, charged ahead and crushed all the stubborn undead along the way with overwhelming force.

The Silvermoon Legion followed closely behind, tasked with mopping up the remaining enemy forces and consolidating the occupied territories.

The half-elf legions and the foreign legions spread out and swept across from both sides.

The fleet hovered high above the battlefield, unleashing alternating bursts of spirit crystal cannons and golden crow fire, blasting away the undead hordes that were attempting to assemble in large numbers.

The Silvermoon Clan, like a finely tuned war machine, swiftly annihilated the undead army.

The battlefront advanced southward at a rate of tens of kilometers per day, and towns occupied by the undead were recaptured one after another. By autumn of the following year, the Silvermoon Clan's forces had advanced to the central plains of the southern heartland, bringing nearly half of their southern territory under their control.

Good news also came from the Tide Temple at just the right time.

After the Silvermoon Clan tied down some of the forces of the Abyssal Whale Moloch from the north, the sea creature army finally seized the opportunity to launch a counterattack, forcing Moloch's undead sea creatures back to the coast and temporarily stabilizing the southern coastal defense line.

Under the combined attack, the undead army in the southern theater, which had been unstoppable before, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

Just as the situation in the southern part of the mainland was becoming clearer, a shocking message suddenly came from the northern part of the mainland.

......

In the northern part of the continent, at Bloodhowl Fortress.

Inside the council chamber, a group of high-ranking orcs sat around a long table, staring blankly at the battle report in their hands, their expressions extremely complex.

Not long ago, the Silvermoon Clan advanced more than 300 kilometers on the southern front, capturing seven towns in succession. The undead army did not even have time to put up any decent resistance before being crushed all the way through.

At this rate, the Silvermoon Clan will be able to completely drive the undead army in the south back into the sea and take over the entire south in three or four years at most.

Logically, the Silvermoon Clan's rapid advance in the southern part of the continent should be a good thing for Bloodhowl Fortress.

After all, if the undead army suffers setbacks in the south, they will likely draw troops from the north to provide support. If that happens, their pressure will be greatly reduced.

The fact that the Silvermoon Clan was able to do this made things very difficult for them.

Since the outbreak of the Scourge, Bloodhowl Fortress has been bogged down in the northern battlefield.

From the start of the battle to defend the Red Leaf Plains, it has been a bloody meat grinder all the way.

The troops were like water being poured into a bottomless pit; no matter how much was poured in, the bottom was never reached, and the battle line was being pushed back little by little.

Forget about growing stronger, they've already exhausted most of their energy just maintaining their existing territory and military strength.

In contrast, apart from the massive offensive launched by the Dark Dragon King, the eastern defense line of the Silver Moon Clan has hardly faced any significant pressure.

They have plenty of time to build up their strength, upgrade their army, and expand their territory.

With this shift in power, the balance of power between the two sides has been reversed.

No matter how much they didn't want to admit it, they were well aware of one thing: the Silvermoon Clan was now stronger than Bloodhowl Fortress.

What made them even more bitter was that the Silvermoon Clan had begun to extend its reach southward.

Once the Silvermoon Clan successfully incorporates the south, its territory will instantly expand to half the continent. At that time, the Silvermoon Clan will likely become the undisputed strongest power.

Bloodhowl Fortress will probably never be able to catch up in this lifetime.

Watching your former rival grow stronger day by day, to the point that you can hardly catch up with them, is a bitter pill to swallow.

Seeing the atmosphere getting worse, Gormash spoke up in time.

"It's truly unexpected that the Silvermoon Clan has come this far, but it won't be so easy for them to completely conquer the south."

"The Abyssal Whale Moloch is different from ordinary lords. He is a resurrected undead from the sea, and the ocean is naturally his domain. Although Anton is powerful, it is not so easy for him to deal with Moloch, who has the advantage of terrain."

"Furthermore, although the Silvermoon Clan is currently very powerful, if this continues, the undead army will eventually become restless, and that Black Emperor might make a move. At that time, the Silvermoon Clan and Anton will probably not fare well."

These words eased the gloomy expressions of everyone present somewhat.

Rexxar, standing to the side, listened to the crowd's discussion, wanting to say something but holding back.

In his view, if the Black Emperor could have dealt with Anton, he would have done so long ago and wouldn't have waited until now.

Even if the Black Emperor were to actually make a move, he would more likely target Bloodhowl Fortress or Heart of the Mountains first, clearing out the north before turning his attention to enemies on other fronts.

However, Rexxar only thought these words to himself and didn't say them aloud. Perhaps none of the elders present realized this, but none of them wanted to discourage him.

However, at that moment, a terrifying pressure descended from nowhere, like an invisible mountain pressing down from the dome, instantly enveloping the entire council hall.

The light from the magic crystal lamp flickered violently, and fine ripples appeared on the surface of the water in the cup. The battle reports spread out on the table were pressed tightly against the wooden surface by an invisible force.

The orc leaders present all changed their expressions.