Elven cultivators

Chapter 97 A Century

The appearance of the Dark Rift cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.

But life goes on.

The clan continued to grow and expand step by step along the established path.

In addition to his cultivation, alchemy, and medicine-making, Anton now has the additional task of finding the main materials for crafting protective soul artifacts.

He went to Bishui Port as usual and asked the Tulip Merchants Association to find suitable materials for him.

However, Anton did not have high hopes for this.

The main material that can be used to refine a protective artifact for the soul must have the property of isolating the penetration of spiritual and soul power, or even being able to absorb such power.

In some ways, this is even rarer than the fire and earth elemental main materials required for the Condensation Pill.

Anton was mentally prepared for a protracted battle.

If all else fails, we'll make do and forge a slightly inferior talisman.

With enough calming talismans, tranquilizing talismans, and exorcising talismans, even if it's not as good as a magic weapon, it's not much different.

Several months passed uneventfully, and the year 9321 of the Dawn Calendar arrived.

Anton and Roman also celebrated their coming-of-age ceremonies.

The Silvermoon Forest was exceptionally lively during the height of summer that year.

The entire clan was busy preparing for a celebration.

The most brilliant genius in the history of the Silvermoon Clan.

Not only did he advance to the Gold rank early on, but he also achieved heights in multiple fields such as potion-making, alchemy, enchanting, and combat skill creation that ordinary people could not reach even in a lifetime.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will surely become the clan leader in the future and lead the Silvermoon Clan to glory.

When such a person holds a coming-of-age ceremony, the clan naturally holds a grand event.

Therefore, the Elders made an exception and temporarily opened the area around the Tree of Eternity, ordering the celebration to be held in the open space beneath the Tree of Eternity.

As night falls, fluorescent flower buds hang from the dome, swaying gently in the night breeze, illuminating the entire area brightly and softly, just like daytime.

A long table extends from the center of the open space to both sides, covered with a snow-white tablecloth and filled with all kinds of delicacies.

Honeydew fruit wine, golden-brown and crispy roasted Ridgeosaurus steak, herb-sprinkled Scaled Lizard soup, Moonlight Bread baked with fluorescent moss powder...

The mouthwatering aroma fills every inch of the air.

The elves sat around a long table, raising their cups in celebration, their laughter echoing through the forest.

For this celebration, many forest rangers who were on duty elsewhere were temporarily recalled.

Even the elven guards stationed in the mining area were rotated back to their clans for the celebration.

The dwarves also came.

They brought a box of refined rare metal ingots as a coming-of-age gift for Anton.

"Anton, congratulations on coming of age!"

Grimm chuckled as he handed over the gift, instinctively wanting to pat Anton's arm as a gesture of goodwill, but quickly realized that the action was a bit too much and awkwardly withdrew his hand.

Anton is no ordinary newly adult elf.

Just because of his status as a Gold-level expert, he had to maintain respect and not be disrespectful.

"Thanks."

Anton, however, didn't seem to mind at all. He smiled, nodded, and accepted the gift.

Thorvin approached Anton, looked up at him, and his expression was somewhat complicated.

Thirty years ago, when he first met Anton, the latter was still a minor.

Although he had already shown amazing talent back then, no one could have imagined that in just a few decades, this little guy would have grown to where he is today.

To ascend to the Gold rank at less than a hundred years old is a rare feat, even across the entire Eldron Plains.

"Anton," Thorvin raised his glass, "may you continue to create miracles in the days to come."

"Thank you, Elder Torvin," Anton replied, raising his glass.

The other dwarves also stepped forward to offer their toasts, their words full of goodwill.

The rapid rise of the Silvermoon Clan in recent years has forced Grayrock Keep to treat this former "weak neighbor" with greater equality.

And all of this ultimately stems from Anton.

They naturally wanted to be on good terms with this man who was almost certain to become the future leader of the Silvermoon Clan.

Not to mention that the dwarves genuinely admired Anton.

At this celebration, three young elves, including Roman, also underwent coming-of-age ceremonies alongside Anton.

Normally, the clan would hold coming-of-age ceremonies for them.

But it would never have been as grand as it is today.

In a way, they benefited from Anton's influence.

The two newly grown elves looked at Anton, who was the center of attention, with envy.

Roman, on the other hand, didn't care at all. She was happy that everyone's attention was on Anton, so she could relax and just focus on eating.

The girl was sitting at the long table, engrossed in showing off the food and thoroughly enjoying herself.

Eleanor sat next to Roman, glancing occasionally at Anton, who was surrounded by the crowd, with a faint smile on her face.

Once upon a time, she regarded Anton as a rival and secretly vowed to surpass him.

But now, she feels more admiration and worship for Anton.

Her achievements in every field were beyond her reach.

"What are you thinking about?"

Roman, holding a plate, leaned closer, still chewing on meat, and asked indistinctly:

"The barbecue is delicious tonight, won't you have some?"

"Okay." Eleanor looked away and agreed with a smile.

Not far away, Cedric, holding a glass of fruit wine, leaned against the gnarled roots of an oak tree, his gaze passing over the crowd and landing on Anton, who was talking with a dwarf elder not far away.

Elena walked up to him without him noticing, also holding a glass of wine in her hand.

"What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing," Cedric shook his head.

Elena followed his gaze, understood immediately, but didn't expose him. Instead, she looked Cedric up and down a few times: "You seem to be in much better shape."

Cedric used to give off an impression of being sharp and aggressive, but now he has returned to his former self, hiding his sharpness and showing no signs of change.

"My strength has improved a bit recently," Cedric replied.

He has now completely integrated all his magic into his flesh and bones, and has fully consolidated his second level of power.

Furthermore, it has been improved upon in many ways.

Their strength has improved significantly compared to before.

Having worked with Cedric for many years, Elena immediately understood his subtext and exclaimed in surprise, "You're about to break through?"

When this was mentioned, Cedric finally smiled and nodded slightly.

Irene fell silent, her emotions churning.

She knew that since breaking through to the mid-gold level, Cedric's strength had hit a bottleneck and had not increased significantly for a long time.

This is also a problem that many gold-tier warriors and spellcasters face.

Apart from a very few exceptionally talented geniuses, most Gold-ranked individuals rely on accumulating experience over time to gradually increase their magical power.

It often takes a long time to make a breakthrough.

Cedric was more talented than her, but he still couldn't avoid this problem.

Who would have thought that after only a few years of cultivating the Eight Desolate Prison Suppression Scripture, he would be close to breaking through.

Is this technique really that powerful?

For a moment, Elena was also tempted.

Elena was taken aback, but quickly understood.

First Roman, then Cedric—two consecutive success stories have thoroughly impressed the Elders.

Although the Eight Desolate Prison Suppression Scripture consumes a great deal of resources, as long as there are enough resources to support it, cultivation can progress rapidly without having to painstakingly accumulate demonic power.

It is perfect for quickly boosting clan combat power.

Therefore, even though the clan is currently short of resources, the elders still want to squeeze out some resources to support clan members in cultivating the Eight Desolations Suppressing Prison Scripture.

In a flash, Elena made up her mind.

She also wants to switch to studying the Eight Desolations Prison Suppression Scripture.

Cedric saw this but said nothing more and continued drinking.

The celebration lasted until late at night.

The elves dispersed in twos and threes, leaving behind the lingering aroma of wine and roasted meat. The glowing flower buds gradually dimmed, bringing the grand ceremony to a close.

Anton returned to the treehouse alone.

The noise subsided, leaving only tranquility.

He stood by the window, gazing at the Eternal Tree in the night outside.

Fireflies swirl among the treetops like an inverted Milky Way, quiet and eternal.

"You're an adult now..."

Anton murmured to himself.

Before I knew it, I had been in this world for a hundred years.

He has grown from an unknown elf into the backbone of his clan.

He also possessed the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment stage.

The initial goal of having enough strength to protect oneself and those around them before the upheaval that would affect the entire Dawn Continent was gradually and steadily being achieved.

However, we cannot let our guard down yet.

Leaving aside the distant turmoil, he and his clan still face many hidden dangers today.

The threat from Crestor City and the unknown Mind Flayer city-state beneath the rifts of the Underdark are all swords hanging overhead.

We must continue to improve our capabilities in order to better cope with this situation.

"In the next century, strive to successfully condense the core and break through to the Golden Core stage!"

Anton gazed at the night view outside the window, thinking to himself.

......

Time flows by like water, quietly passing by.

Autumn of the year 9330 in the Dawn Calendar.

Treehouse Quiet Room.

Anton sat cross-legged with his eyes lightly closed.

Within the dantian, the Primordial True Essence slowly rotated like a five-colored cloud, occupying approximately forty percent of the space.

Through persistent cultivation, Anton finally broke through to the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

At the same time, the sword pellet suspended above the Qi Sea suddenly trembled.

A silver-white sword light leaped from his chest, hovering in front of him. The sword shadow suddenly split, transforming into two sword lights.

Then, with another jolt, it split into four.

Four sword lights, like four silver stars, slowly rotated around Anton's head, emitting a cold, sharp light.

Anton opened his eyes, looked at the four sword lights swirling above his head, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

It took him nearly ten years to go from the third to the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

It took him nearly ten years to go from splitting the sword light into two to splitting it into four.

The technique of separating and combining light is extremely powerful, but its difficulty in cultivation is outrageously high.

With each additional sword beam, the difficulty increases exponentially.

I wonder when I will be able to cultivate to the point of being able to differentiate into countless forms?

Anton shook his head, dispelling the extraneous thoughts.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and you have to go step by step.

Cultivation is something that cannot be rushed.

With a slight thought, the four sword lights suddenly converged, transforming back into a single sword pellet that disappeared into his chest.

Anton stood up, stretched his limbs, then left the quiet room, went to the table, took out the map and spread it out, his eyes falling on the military outposts that had not yet been marked with red crosses.

After lying low for ten years, the people in Cresol Dragon City must have relaxed their vigilance.

It's time to start hunting again.