Chapter 327: The Appearance of the God of Life

Right after agreeing on the plan with the other end, Kaelen and Sane immediately stood up, clearing the empty space right in the middle of the office room on top of the City Hall.

Previously when Kaelen and Sane first set foot into the Great World, because the world Orbit was completely pitch-black and had not a single faith thread as a foothold, the two were beaten unconscious by the repelling force of the rules, having to sleep soundly endlessly throughout ten years in the ruined stone statue and having their Divine Energy completely sealed away cleanly.

Fortunately, currently they had gathered a not-small amount of faith from Lyra city, Fenmoor land, Ironvale land, and Cathalan Royal Capital, and even transmitted a portion ahead to the Beastman Continent for the kids to absorb as a protective membrane layer. Even so, Kaelen still could not help but stare worriedly at the empty space before him.

Sane swung his right hand up, and four purple lightning walls as thin as silk immediately covered completely the four wall sides and ceiling of the office room, creating a barrier isolating completely all auras from the outside.

"Begin." Sane spoke in a deep voice into the light screen.

At the other end at the Crimson tribe, Edward and Ryder stepped forward simultaneously, and beside them was the tall large figure of the white tiger Wofu, the Lord of Time and Space who had restored his power.

Three spatial and Destiny power streams intertwined into each other, transforming into a sharp silver light drill piercing through the barrier veil between the two worlds.

At the office room of Lyra city, the air before Kaelen and Sane suddenly twisted, emitting very soft cracking sounds like an ice surface cracking and breaking. Kaelen immediately mobilized the Nature power inside his body, simultaneously extracting more than half the faith amount just gathered in Cathalan Royal Capital, transforming it into a yellow-green light cocoon wrapping the two edges of the newly opened spatial rift.

Slash!

The silver light rift widened out to exactly the size of a wooden door.

Without a bit of hesitation, a tall person wearing a dark green outfit with black trim stepped straight out from inside.

Right the moment Finnick’s leather boots touched the stone floor of the City Hall, the spatial rift behind his back also immediately closed tightly, disappearing without leaving a single trace.

"Ugh..."

Finnick just setting his foot down then his tall, large body swayed slightly once, his complexion visibly turning completely pale.

A massive pressure stream from the rules of the Great World immediately from eight directions and four corners crashed down like tens of thousands of mountains pressing straight onto his original soul, wanting to force this newly invaded alien True God to sink into a deep sleep identical to the two fathers ten years ago!

Kaelen hurriedly dashed over catching his son’s arm, immediately pushing the entire faith cocoon he had prepared ready straight into Finnick’s chest:

"Finnick! Quickly use this local faith portion wrapping the original soul, do not let the world rules lull you to sleep!"

Finnick gritted his teeth tightly, his dark green eyes flashing a firm light ray. He immediately channeled the faith portion the two fathers transmitted at both sides of the world to erect a shielding wall around his sea of consciousness.

Thanks to the faith source carrying the aura of the very residents of the Great World as a medium tricking the rules, the heavy sleepiness like a pitch-black tide currently waiting to submerge Finnick’s consciousness finally was also pushed back!

However, that faith shell layer was being consumed at an extremely fast speed.

"I am fine, Papa." Finnick exhaled a breath, standing up straight but his voice had gone slightly hoarse: "Thanks to the faith you two transmitted back previously so I managed to keep my alertness, not being forced to sleep soundly like you two in the past. However, this temporarily borrowed faith portion only helps me maintain my human form and about three parts of Divine Energy within one hour more only. After one hour, the world rules will seal all my origin power away."

Sane standing beside reached out his hand placing it on his son’s shoulder to check the condition inside his body, then frowned slightly:

"Only managing to keep less than one-tenth of Divine Energy for self-defense, furthermore after finishing the buffer time even being forced to regress to a young beastman form huh? This ragged rule of this world truly knows how to make it hard for people."

"Just not being put into a deep sleep and still maintaining conscious alertness is already very good." Finnick calmly answered, his hand gently stroking Blood Wood Elf Chloe’s fiery red vine currently shrinking into a tiny ring on his wrist: "One hour maintaining these three parts of Divine Energy, I cannot waste it uselessly."

Right when Finnick just finished his words, although the vast majority of his aura was kept by the barrier inside the room, a trace of pure Life origin escaping the moment he just stepped through the spatial rift still silently spread across Lyra city.

In the nursery in the backyard of the City Hall, hundreds of seedlings that Kaelen had just guided the kids to plant yesterday afternoon suddenly sprouted shoots and buds at a speed visible to the naked eye, the flower buds simultaneously blooming petals radiating a fragrant smell in the middle of the late night.

Not only plants and grass.

At the rest room row on the second floor of the City Hall, the secretary girl Ivy currently sleeping soundly on the bed suddenly opened her eyes wide. The pointy ears characteristic of the Elf clan twitched slightly, inside her bloodline originally having dried up and grown weak since the fire incident at age six suddenly there was a warm heat current surging up as if rejoicing welcoming the Lord of the origin.

While at the Mayor’s mansion located two streets away from the City Hall, Madam Cynthia, Mayor Elric’s wife carrying half Elf bloodline, was sitting by the lamp table when she suddenly sprang up standing, her whole body trembling violently, her deep blue eyes wide open staring intently toward the highest tower of the City Hall.

Elric had just stepped into the room, seeing his wife’s tears streaming down her cheeks then frantically rushed over catching her:

"Cynthia! What is wrong with you?! Is it that the old wound inside your body has relapsed again?"

"Not the wound relapsing..." Cynthia gripped her husband’s wrist tightly to the point her finger joints turned completely white, her choking voice trembling:

"Elric... Quickly take me to the City Hall! The bloodline inside my body is boiling here! It is the Creator of our Elf clan! The True God holding the Life origin of this entire world has just descended to Lyra city!"

Less than fifteen minutes later, Mayor Elric and his wife along with the girl Ivy had hurriedly run up to the front of the office room door on the highest floor of the City Hall.

Knowing the time maintaining human form and Divine Energy of Finnick was only exactly one hour, Kaelen immediately allowed them to step inside.

The wooden door just opened, Elric, Cynthia, and Ivy simultaneously looked up looking inside.

Sitting behind the desk were still Kaelen and Sane. However, standing right beside Kaelen at this moment there was an additional tall, large young man, his angular handsome face bringing five or six parts exactly identical to both the Holy Son and the Divine Envoy, only different was the temperament on his body was calm, profound and overflowing with an immense life force exactly like a ten-thousand-year-old primeval forest.

Just one glance looking over of that young man was also enough to make the Elf bloodline in Cynthia and Ivy’s bodies simultaneously resound.

Without a bit of hesitation, Cynthia immediately released her husband’s hand, stepped forward two steps then knelt dropping down onto the stone floor, her two hands crossed placed before her forehead according to the oldest and highest etiquette of the Elf royal family, her choking voice ringing out:

"The thirty-seventh generation descendant of the Eternal Forest Elf royal family, Cynthia, asks to sincerely bow to meet the Creator, the supreme Lord of all Life species!"

The girl Ivy standing beside although since childhood had wandered with no one to teach her the tribe’s etiquette, but following the instinct in her flesh and blood also hurriedly knelt dropping down following Madam Cynthia’s movements.

Finnick looked down at the two people carrying Elf bloodline currently kneeling before him, his dark green eyes slightly wavering.

Ten thousand years ago, his very own hands had molded the ancestor of the Elf clan from the first branch of the World Tree, granted them pointy ears able to listen to the voices of the old forest and long lifespans to substitute for him taking care of life force for the ground.

Yet now, on the body of the young woman currently kneeling before his face, the Elf bloodline not only was mixed, weakened to the extreme point, but deep in her heart meridian was tightly wrapped a foul grayish-black aura stream currently gnawing day and night at the final bit of life of hers!

Finnick’s gaze immediately turned colder by a few parts. While the three parts of Divine Energy on his body still had not been completely sealed, he stepped up one step, reaching out his hand tapping lightly one finger into the empty air above Cynthia’s head:

"I cure the wound inside your bloodline for you first. After that clearly tell me to know, who has turned the race I created into this rotten appearance?"