Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Elf Inheritance! Mythic Tamed Beast!
Under Ron’s guidance, Aster Grant traversed the Central Plaza of the Holy City.
They arrived in a quaint, ancient hall.
On the old stone floor, a teleportation array formed of silvery white runes emitted a faint light.
Ron stepped back, bowing slightly: "Master, this is the place!"
"Through here, you can enter the sacred grounds of the Elven Race, the birthplace of the Elven Race."
Hearing Ron’s explanation, Aster Grant took a deep breath and stepped into the center of the array.
The white light flashed, and in the next moment, his figure vanished from the spot.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in another world.
Aster Grant slowly opened his eyes to a sight that took his breath away.
An enormous tree towered into the sky, its massive trunk as majestic as an ancient mountain, with weathered bark etched with the ravages of time.
Standing at the foot of the giant tree, Aster Grant felt as small as a speck of dust.
Instinctively, he reached out, his fingertips brushing the rough bark.
Cold and dry!
Clearly, this gigantic tree had lost all signs of life.
"Master! Are you okay?!"
From within the Beastbond Space, Lazuli urgently called out.
Upon entering this mystical space, she had been forcibly sent back to the Beastbond Space by an unseen force.
Aster Grant tried several times to summon Lazuli back, but to no avail, so he decided to give up.
"I’m fine."
After reassuring Lazuli, Aster Grant began to carefully inspect the giant tree.
In this space,
Apart from this tree, there was nothing else.
So, what is the Elven Race’s inheritance?!
The tree?!
Just as Aster Grant was puzzled, a gentle light suddenly glowed on the withered trunk.
The light gradually coalesced into the ethereal image of a graceful female figure.
She had pointed elven ears, her pale golden hair cascading like a waterfall, exuding a comforting warmth.
Yet, her emerald eyes were filled with an impenetrable sorrow.
"A thousand years..." the phantom softly murmured, her voice filled with the erosion of time, "Finally...!"
Instinctively, Aster Grant stepped back, his eyes full of vigilance.
But soon, he realized that the figure before him might indeed be the legendary Elf Queen.
Except...
Wasn’t she supposed to be dead?
Perhaps sensing Aster Grant’s doubt, the phantom slowly spoke:
"You’re right; I am the last Queen of the Elven Race, having died a thousand years ago."
"What you are conversing with now is merely a wisp of consciousness clinging to the remnants of the Tree of Life."
Aster Grant’s pupils contracted slightly.
Consciousness?
To maintain consciousness for a thousand years with just a wisp, how terrifying was the Elf Queen’s power in life?
Even a Monarch Level Beast Tamer would never be able to keep their consciousness intact a thousand years after death.
Therefore, the Elf Queen must be beyond Monarch!
But then, his heart sank.
Such a powerful entity also fell in the war a thousand years ago.
What does that say about the power of the Demon Clan...
The Elf Queen’s verdant eyes seemed to penetrate Aster Grant’s thoughts.
"Don’t worry, the Demon Clan today is not what it once was. Besides..."
She paused meaningfully.
"The human race possesses the unique potential of talent, unmatched by any other race."
To the races of the Alternate Space, humans are like a bug!
They can become Beast Tamers, uniting various races!
And when they reach certain levels, they also possess significant combat abilities!
They’re practically the darlings of the world!
Yet...
For some unknown reason,
To this day, no one from the human race has reached beyond the Monarch.
Thus, before her fall, she established an almost impassable trial to select a human genius capable of ’Ascension to Divinity.’
Through the conversation with the Elf Queen, Aster Grant also glimpsed a corner of this world’s iceberg.
The current Alternate Space they occupy, rather than being a world, is more like a battlefield.
All races vie and compete within it.
The Demon Clan is the enemy of all races.
Yet, ironically, powerful races often disdain forming alliances with weaker ones.
The once-proud Elven Race also looked down on other races, leading to...
The payment of a dreadful price.
The phantom shook her head lightly, reeling in her drifting thoughts.
Fortunately, the Elven Race still has its final spark.
The phantom extended her hand slightly, and an emerald light slowly rose from the base of the giant tree.
Accompanied by the old bark’s cracking sounds, the central trunk slowly revealed a faintly glowing passage.
"Go," the phantom’s voice began to fade away, "May you... treat her well..."
Before she finished her last words, the phantom completely dissipated.
It had fulfilled its mission.
Gazing at the passage before him, Aster Grant did not hesitate and walked in.
If the Elven Race bore him ill will, they wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to bring him here.
Soon, he reached its end.
A natural spring no larger than two square meters appeared before his eyes, its water shimmering with an otherworldly silvery-white light.
Beside it, a small tree, less than a man’s height, grew persistently, with crystalline dewdrops clinging to its tender green leaves.
At the center of the spring, a green cocoon, made of pure life energy, floated quietly.
Through the semi-transparent cocoon wall, a petite figure could be vaguely seen curled inside...
Is this a Beastbond?!
As Aster Grant’s gaze fell upon the green cocoon in the spring, a data panel appeared before his eyes:
[Nature Elf (Vera)]
[Talent: Myth One Star]
[Level: Awakened Tier Zero]
[Status: Asleep (Unable to Contract)]
[Solution: Enter Sacred Beastbond Pool for Awakening]
"Myth Level Talent?!"
Aster Grant gasped, his pupils contracting sharply.
A Beastbond of such caliber has never been contracted in the history of humankind.
He carefully observed the elf, noticing a few strands of gray among her pale golden locks.
It seemed the thousand-year seal had impacted her quite a bit.
"Sacred Beastbond Pool..."
Aster Grant muttered, a location flashed through his mind...
Aegis Academy!
As the highest institution of humanity, it indeed holds the only Sacred Beastbond Pool.
Lazuli’s cultivation materials, coupled with the Sacred Beastbond Pool.
It seems...
A trip to Aegis Academy is unavoidable!
Aster Grant took a deep breath, feeling the Beastbond Space within him.
Though not yet transcendent, he had already pre-constructed his Beastbond Space.
He cautiously reached out, attempting to draw the light cocoon into the Beastbond Space.
Fortunately, there was no complication.
Carrying a Myth Level Beastbond out in the open was too conspicuous.
Within the Beastbond Space,
Lazuli, upon seeing another Beastbond’s silhouette appear in the Beastbond Space,
was momentarily stunned.
But soon realized this was her master’s second Beastbond.
Although she very much wished to monopolize her master, it was clearly unrealistic.
Looking at the small figure wrapped in the green cocoon,
Lazuli leaned slightly forward yet felt a faint sense of pressure emanating from within the cocoon.
Lazuli’s expression shifted slightly.
The new arrival seems to have quite a strong talent!
Her position as the first Beastbond feels threatened!
At this thought,
A sense of urgency surged in Lazuli’s heart.
She must strive even harder!
Outside the Beastbond Space,
Aster Grant intended to turn and leave.
But as he was leaving, his gaze fell upon the spring once more.
[Spring of Life: Holy Artifact of the Elven Race]
[Effect: Can accelerate Beastbond growth, repair damage]
"What a treasure!"
Aster Grant’s eyes lit up, as he attempted to store it within his Beastbond Space.
With a ripple of spatial distortion, the entire spring was successfully stored.
Subsequently, his gaze settled upon the small tree less than a person’s height.
"I took the spring, might as well take the tree!"
Take it!
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