Chapter 668 - 666: Convincing Yourself

In the image, Ze Lishalin and You Jelieya are face to face, in between them is the divine fragment serving as a cornerstone.

In each of their hands, two divine fragments float—one represents life, the other death, totaling four fragments.

These four divine fragments and the cornerstone divine fragment show a faint resonance.

After a moment, You Jelieya opens his eyes.

"Ze, the tendrils of death have condensed, how is the Flower of Life?"

"The gods have already birthed the Flower of Life in that girl’s heart; as soon as the tendrils of death arrive, the full element of life and death can be gathered to awaken the soul of the god."

"Soon, very soon. The number of demons underground has already decreased by a fifth; once it decreases a little more, to less than half, we can proceed with the next step."

"Take it slow, don’t rush. You, the current release speed is just within the range the Elf Race can bear; any more, and they won’t be able to handle it."

"That’s not within our control; it depends on that guy." You Jelieya shook his head. "He can also see the gathering of the Flower of Life and tendrils of death. We can find the chosen, there’s no way he hasn’t noticed it. Perhaps...he’s already begun accelerating."

"That bastard, such recklessness, is he really not afraid of being hunted down by Phoenix’s people?" Ze Lishalin knit her brows.

"He is Phoenix’s number one fugitive, given he’s survived this long without capture, we might as well trust him a bit."

"..."

Hilia listened quietly to the conversation between the two in the mirror.

Once they quieted down, she looked up at Rose.

"Lord Rose, the Flower of Life and tendrils of death they mentioned..."

"You’re right; what Phil is gathering is exactly the [tendrils of death] they need." Rose smiled slightly.

"So, the divine call Phil received was deliberately sent by them?" Hilia was taken aback.

"No, that was Haroldias’s call to Phil." Rose shook his head. "There’s no one more suitable than Phil to gather the death elements polluted by the Abyss; as for the Flower of Life, it only requires a mage with 100% divine contract level and affinity with life elements."

"100% divine contract level, affinity with life elements... Elina? Did the Gods also call upon Elina?"

Hilia was a bit confused.

Then she realized, "No wait, we should be more concerned about Phil’s situation right now. We are heading to the Elf Royal City to find the so-called divine relic, and this matter is within those two’s plans. Lord Rose said, the divine call is real, so they..."

Rose chuckled softly, "Didn’t they say it themselves? They are using the tendrils of death gathered by Phil and the Flower of Life to merge into life and death elements to awaken Haroldias’s soul. As for the divine relic, we’ll have to see what kind of relic it is.

"Haroldias found two people respectively in harmony with life and death elements and 100% divine contract level, to wake his soul. Generally, these two would become his followers, as the Main God, naturally, he wouldn’t be stingy with his belongings. Or perhaps Hilia doesn’t believe in the Gods of the Holy Court?"

"Ah, this..."

Hilia came to her senses, realizing that she had, at some point, already leaned towards Rose’s side and no longer believed in the Pantheon of the Holy Court.

According to the initial Holy Court [Holy Words], if the gods have needs, believers can offer everything, as the Holy Daughter, they should take the lead, how can they not trust the Gods?

Hilia pondered deeply, excluding Rose’s influence, she concluded the greater possibility was because of the rampant pollution here; she believed the pollution from the Abyss has corrupted the Gods, hence her disbelief.

Yes, that’s definitely it.

Hilia firmly held onto her thoughts.

Exiting the spiritual space, she looked ahead.

At this moment, she and Phil were in a flying vessel heading towards the Elf Royal City, and at quite a speed, it wouldn’t take long to arrive.

She couldn’t help but think of the choice of the person to gather the Flower of Life mentioned by the two from the Recovery Temple.

"Could it be Elina?"

Hilia was somewhat worried.

She contemplated, deciding once they reached the Elf Royal City, to find time to contact Elina and see if she could reach her.

She glanced at Phil, seemingly focused on flying, and discreetly opened her bracelet to send a message to Elina.

After waiting for some time, she did not receive a response.

"According to those two, the Flower of Life is birthed in ’that girl’s’ heart, as long as [tendrils of death] arrive...it should definitely be Elina."

The arrival of tendrils of death...where else could it be but the Elf Royal City?

Hilia also began to worry.

It wasn’t long before the two arrived outside the Elf Royal City.

At this time, the Elf Royal City had slightly recovered, no longer sealed off, but the glow over the city represented that the city was currently activating an array.

The Elf Royal City is larger than most elf cities, and being closer to the source of pollution, the consumption of magic power to ward off pollution’s invasion is astronomical—one Advanced Magic Crystal a day, even a Pure Magic Crystal isn’t just a dream.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Hilia.

Having long prepared, the duo landed and followed the line of people, entering the Elf Royal City as tourists.

The Elf Royal City was open to outsiders, naturally allowing tourists from other races, considering the daily consumption, they couldn’t refuse visitors whom they rely on for maintaining their livelihood.

Successfully entering the Elf Royal City, Hilia turned to Phil, "Where to next? Should we dive straight into the main topic, or explore the Elf Royal City a bit? I suggest we roam around first and have a break."

Phil hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

So the two found a hotel to lodge at.

With the pollution and beast tide crises unresolved, while there were still fearless tourists from other races, it was significantly quieter compared to usual.

The hotel Hilia chose was typically full, whereas now it had only a few scattered guests.

The elf receptionist in charge of payments seemed wilted until Hilia tapped the table discreetly, then she revived and looked at the pair.

"Welcome, two guests?"

Typically, even when receiving guests, there would be a tinge of disdain or dislike in her eyes.

But now, the elf receptionist’s eyes only held enthusiasm, seemingly wishing her mouth could reach her ears.

This warmth made Hilia a bit uncomfortable.

"Hello, we’d like a room, how much for one night?"

"5 silver coins per room. Would you like one room or two?"

"Two rooms."

Hilia placed 10 silver coins; the elf receptionist happily accepted them. "Thank you, here are the keys to your rooms. By the way, please refrain from going out at night. Although the night in the Elf Royal City is beautiful, it’s currently deadly. Please remember that."