Reincarnated as a goblin, but her mother is a white-haired elf?

"I……"

Ye Yan was about to say something.

But the woman seemed to have guessed his thoughts and interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

"Dealing with the power of words is quite simple for you, isn't it?"

The woman's words carried a hint of teasing.

But more than anything, it reflects trust and affirmation in Ye Yan.

Hearing the woman's words, he nodded and stepped into the ancient teleportation array.

However, the woman who had just been very confident in Ye Yan suddenly contradicted him with her next words.

You won't succeed this time.

The jade cicada in the woman's hair suddenly shattered, and liquid moonlight formed from star marrow gushed out from the crack and flowed into the teleportation array.

"Your mother will travel to the elven realm—this is destiny."

When that taboo word fell to the ground, the entire sea of ​​flowers suddenly faded into a black and white silent film.

The blood mist surrounding Ye Yan was rising, and the mist outlined in the air the shape of his mother being pierced by the Star Marrow Vine.

The divine runes of the contract on the woman's gilded robe lit up one by one, projecting the phantom image of twelve bronze codes into the void.

"So-called destiny."

Her fingertips traced the boiling river of star marrow, and the waters suddenly reflected the ancient battlefield—

The demon kings stood atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood, holding in their hands the still-beating dragon heart of the current Elf King.

"It's a knot burned into the causal chain by the star's core, an icy shard of fate that even the laws of contract cannot melt."

Fate is inevitable, an unchangeable destiny.

It is a racial talent born from the strongest king.

It is a masterpiece that integrates the principles of fate and cause and effect.

Such a powerful racial talent determines the probability of awakening this racial talent.

One in a billion.

And in this world, there happens to be one elf, who is also the second person in history to possess the racial talent [Destiny].

The sea of ​​flowers began to collapse into a Möbius strip, and Ye Yan was shocked to realize that every petal under her feet was imprinted with her mother's face at different times.

The youngest phantom was holding his swaddling clothes, and the infant's brow already revealed the unique three-life pupils of a destined being.

When the woman uttered the phrase "one in a billion chance," the phantoms suddenly murmured in unison:

"But we just happened to encounter the second awakened one in history."

"Even so, you still want to go?"

The woman's question resonated with heaven and earth.

As the boy turned around, the illusory images of twelve different timelines overlapped in his pupils, forming a dazzling star ring:

"The day I was born, this world was 'inevitable' for me."

"Never having done it, and then simply calling it fate, that's not mine—"

At this point, Ye Yan paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes that was unlike anything a machine could have imagined.

"choose!"

When he raised his head, his eyes were filled with determination.

Reaction upon seeing Ye Yan's behavior.

The woman suddenly chuckled, the sound shattering the three thousand threads of cause and effect.

Stardust seeped from the crescent-shaped birthmark behind her ear, condensing in the air into a puppet in the form of an angel:

"Then let's kill all those apostles of God."

The puppet's wings suddenly unfurled, revealing the contract worms wriggling inside.

"They feed on star marrow, and every feather on their wings is a solidified fatalism."

The teleportation array reached its zenith at this moment, and Ye Yan saw his shadow splitting apart—

As a child, he saw his mother leaving before he finally lost consciousness. At eighteen, he severed the threads of fate that bound the World Tree.

As the light completely engulfed their vision, the woman's final whisper, mingled with starlight, entered their ears:

"Remember, my name is Ainna Ya."

Countless specks of sand gathered between her lips and teeth, forming the phantom of a book of wisdom.

"Within the spatial rift torn open by the first Chosen One, some call me...the paradox itself."

The instant the array patterns closed, Ye Yan witnessed a horrifying truth—

The so-called transmission of light is clearly the work of billions of star spirits devouring the spacetime membrane.

The writhing of their bellies is a mixture of a woman's gentle face and a mother's dying tears.

At the end of the light, the twelve "Ye Yan" bound by life-binding chains slowly turned around.

The Star Marrow Blades in their hands were already aimed at the throat of this spacetime.

Then, when he came out...

That memory was then eaten away.

At this moment, standing atop the sea of ​​flowers, Ainna Ya squinted her eyes slightly, as if recalling some beautiful and distant memory:

"So it still didn't work?"

. . .

Deep in the Shen Yun Forest, the grain of ancient trees suddenly began to glow with emerald light.

The elven princess walked barefoot across the broken moonlight moss, and the stardust vines entwined in her silver hair suddenly rustled.

She looked up at the lingering afterimage of Ye Yan as he vanished, her amber pupils reflecting the raging tide of magic behind Victoria.

Let's go!

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

As soon as the fairy princess finished speaking, she was met with Victoria's anger.

"Where have you taken my child?!"

boom!

A deafening roar erupted, and the ground shook violently once again.

Countless azure roots pierced the earth.

The entire forest canopy seemed to groan in unison as the roots of ancient trees tore through the rock and shot skyward.

The tree trunks, adorned with starlight, reached straight into the clouds.

They spread out against the blue sky, their huge leaves supporting countless glittering stars.

The scene was so magnificent and beautiful, like something out of a myth, that it defies description.

As the first silver oak leaf began to fall, the sky was ripped open, a wound from which stardust flowed.

However, the fairy princess was not afraid at all in the face of this.

"My words—"

Suddenly, the fairy princess tiptoed and began to dance, and ice crystal lotuses bloomed on the ground where her toes touched.

"This area covers a radius of one hundred li."

As she spun around, the stardust vines in her hair suddenly grew rapidly, transforming into a pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and earth.

"This is a land where demons are utterly eradicated!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Victoria realized that the magic she had gathered at her fingertips was flowing backward, and the ancient trees that blocked out the sky were withering and shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

But the leaves that held up the divine remains continued to fall, and the burning stars scorched black cracks into the night sky.

Suddenly, the fairy princess opened her arms, and twelve intertwined, rotating star rings appeared behind her.

The falling stars suddenly stopped in mid-air, and then gathered in her palm like pilgrims.

When the two thousand three hundred divine remains coalesced into a mountain, the earth's veins throughout the entire forest groaned in agony, unable to bear the weight any longer.

"Is it pretty?"

"Boom!"

Another clap of thunder sounded, and in the darkness, a silvery-white light suddenly burst forth, stinging everyone's eyes.

"Click—"

"boom!"

With a thunderous roar, an incredibly thick bolt of lightning struck straight down, hitting the silvery-white mountain.

"boom--"

The mountain was shattered, and dust filled the entire land.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the fairy princess revealed a meaningful smile.

"Don't worry, your child is fine, but it will take some time for him to come back."

The elven princess said casually.

But Victoria looked surprised, then her expression turned serious.

"I've seen that ability of yours before in someone very similar."

"Ah, you're that little guy!"

"That's perfectly normal, because we're all just borrowing the powers of someone who should be immortal." (End of Chapter)