I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

The fourth fragment floated slowly in mid-air, its surface reflecting a gray-white wasteland.

There was no living creature on the wasteland; even the wind seemed frozen. In the distance, a few lonely stone pillars leaned crookedly towards the sky.

The silver-haired woman stood atop the tallest stone pillar, her gaze fixed on a moving black shadow on the distant horizon.

A living shadow.

This peculiar creature was frantically devouring the land beneath its feet. The grayish-white sand it had covered had lost its color, as if something fundamental had been drained away from it.

The goddess clearly recognized him; her voice trembled with weariness. "Even when you've lost your mind, can't you eat something else?"

The shadow remained silent, but continued to writhe wildly, causing even the stone pillars to fade and collapse in its wake.

She closed her eyes and remained silent for a long time, as if making a choice.

When she opened her eyes again, a look of "decision" appeared in those usually calm eyes for the first time.

She did not throw any more seeds.

Her seemingly petite figure vanished from her spot, appearing directly above the shadow before plummeting downwards like a shooting star crashing into the night.

With a thud, it seemed as if a shadow had been smashed and splashed out, and Ji Tian's vision was once again swallowed by darkness.

When the light re-coalesced, the shadow contracted, dissipated, and dissolved at an extremely rapid speed, as if it had been torn apart from the inside by something.

In the center where the shadows have dissipated, the silver-haired woman still stands on this gray-white wasteland.

This goddess of life, who has not yet ascended to divine status, has won once again.

Her long hair was loose, with a few strands turning a dull yellow. She squatted down slightly, her palms pressed against the ground, and a verdant light was spreading outwards from beneath her palms.

Where the light touched, the grayish-white sand began to faintly regain its color, and the dry, cracked ground gradually became moist, like a silent revival.

The stone pillar in the distance has collapsed more than half of its original size, and fine green veins are beginning to grow from its base, like a net being spread out.

She stood up, her long hair restored to its original state, but her face was a little paler than before.

She whispered something, but her voice was too soft for Ji Tian to hear clearly. He only vaguely caught the last few words.

"...Not enough."

The fragments vanished at my fingertips.

The fifth piece, the sixth piece, and the seventh piece.

Ji Tian walked through the floating light and shadow, his fingertips constantly touching the fragments scattered in the void.

He saw it—

The three-headed serpent, covered in what looked like steel scales and seemingly poised to unleash a tsunami, was impaled on the seabed by a silver-haired woman using a vine. The vine took root and sprouted in the salt water, eventually transforming into an entire island.

The crazed Cyclops was lured into a trap by her with a fruit, which took root and sprouted inside him, transforming him into a dense forest.

She sealed the door to some indescribable existence with a single flower petal, which transformed into a barrier that covered the entire mountain range.

……

The world is broken and dilapidated, but the goddess mends and patches it up.

Her abilities were elevated in each battle, solidified into authority, and she became "He" in the truest sense.

After destroying the last powerful being whose mere existence could affect and destroy an entire region, the goddess of life began to create other beings to assist her in maintaining the world.

The first batch of elves were born.

But it seems that His innate love for His creations prevented Him from using the elves as consumables, and He did most things by His own hand.

The last fragment of memory.

This time, he saw the goddess standing in front of a seedling that had just sprouted from the soil.

The seedling was no taller than a hand, with tender green leaves like jade, looking no different from an ordinary sapling. Yet, the goddess looked at it with a strange kindness and compassion in her eyes.

He reached out his hand, his fingertips gently brushing across the top of the seedling, and a thin, hair-like emerald light seeped from his fingertips into the seedling's veins.

The seedling trembled slightly, then continued to grow upwards.

He stood up and announced softly:

"From now on, this place will be called 'Elwindel'."

An eternal sanctuary.

Ji Tian noticed that not far behind the goddess, the first group of elves had already sat in a circle around the campfire, humming cheerful songs under the moonlight like carefree children.

Elune was the most lively of them all, and also the best singer. Her appearance has hardly changed since then.

At that time, they did not know that the seedling would become the foundation of their race, nor did they know that the goddess would soon choose to go to the stars and, upon her return, would often fall into a deep sleep.

……

From this perspective, the goddess of life is indeed the most ancient deity, because all beings older than her and with the potential to become gods were destroyed by her.

Of course, those beings who become gods will most likely instinctively destroy this world, which means that most living beings today can only say that "the debt of gratitude to the Goddess of Life is never enough."

At the same time, Ji Tian also understood why this goddess often fell into a deep sleep; there were only two possibilities:

First, he was injured in a battle with other world gods and fell into a deep sleep to recover; second, he acquired too much knowledge and memories and could only process them by falling asleep.

Elena crouched down, her fingertips lightly touching the water's surface, and a soft halo of light spread across the ripples beneath her fingers:

"This water seems to be specially supplied to the ancient tree of life; I can feel a strong sense of vitality."

Ji Tian snapped out of his reverie and nodded, saying, "What the Goddess of Life left here is probably more than just memories."

They continued walking along the band of light, and after an unknown amount of time, the band of light forked ahead, splitting into three paths:

A path extends to the left, with countless yellowed parchment scrolls and shimmering runes suspended in the air.

A path extends to the right, with shattered stars and a misaligned starry sky suspended in the air.

There is also a straight path leading forward to a giant tree that is completely transparent and whose roots extend into the depths of the void.

It's easy to see that these three roads represent the past, the future, and the present, respectively.

Ji Tian stopped at the fork in the road and looked back at his teammates.

Lilith gripped the wooden stick, her gaze darting back and forth between the three paths; Elena smiled at him, a faint silver-blue light still clinging to her fingertips, signaling him to make the decision; Ophelia silently gazed at the transparent giant tree, her short silver-white hair swaying gently in the wind of the void.

Without any discussion, Ji Tian walked straight towards the giant tree.

As he approached, the giant tree emitted a deep, resonant sound, and fine golden patterns began to emerge from the inside of its transparent trunk.

The lines climbed upwards along the bark's texture, gradually converging into a line of ancient Elvish script, which slowly lit up deep within the tree's heart.

Elena softly read the words: "When the world turns to its 1032nd cycle, the thread of cause and effect will be rewoven."