Chapter 335: Chapter 181: The Lost Isle
Lost Island.
No sun, nor the glow of stars and moon.
The black tide washed over the dim beach, turning into thousands of scattered white waves, and then receded, repeating endlessly.
Suddenly.
Some crystalline space cracks appeared, piercing the sky above the black sea.
A few breaths later, those crystalline cracks slowly dissipated, returning to nothingness.
Only two figures remained, quietly appearing in the void.
Plop.
The golden elf girl in a white dress gently landed, her pale feet stepping on the soft sand.
She turned her body slightly, smiling, and reached out her hand towards the person behind her.
"Welcome to our Royal Court."
The golden elf curved a smile at the corner of her mouth and took two steps back.
Then she lifted her skirt, performing a noble courtesy exclusive to the Elven Royal Court.
"Shiayar... teacher."
"To hear such an address, it was worth the trip here."
Shiayar smiled.
He too crossed the space fissure, landing on the soft sand.
Upon entering the island shrouded by the Curtain of Eternal Night, he immediately sensed an irresistible oppression emanating from the island’s center, making it impossible to ignore.
When he arrived at the First Era, he had already sensed the anomalies of the world’s laws, and the anomalies of the Lost Island were even more severe.
Preventing his spiritual power from being released in the slightest.
And the source of this oppression, was the island’s center, that towering ancient tree, seemingly connected directly to the Curtain of Eternal Night.
Or more accurately, it was the certain high, forbidden will slumbering upon that ancient tree.
Shiayar could be certain that if he used spiritual power on the Lost Island, it would undoubtedly alert the sleeping will on the World Tree branches.
Then, anything would be possible.
This is based on the selection of bloodline.
As long as there is any trace of elf blood, even if it is tainted and exceedingly thin, it would be excluded from the oppressive presence of the World Tree branches.
Conversely, other intelligent races.
Even if they have never before received any extraordinary gifts, and their bloodline doesn’t inherently convey power, humans—
As long as they step into the Curtain of Eternal Night, they will inevitably encounter unimaginable suppression and targeting.
"If thinking optimistically, one could interpret this as, ’Not of our race, their hearts must be different,’ as the fallen Elf King’s protection for his race, preventing alien invasions into the Lost Island."
"However—"
"If considered from another angle."
"Could it not also be interpreted that those with elf blood are all under control, so they need not be attended to?"
"And outsiders are the truly free, unrestricted beings, hence they must be suppressed by any means."
Shiayar’s murmurs were extremely faint, dispersing with the sea breeze along the edge of the beach.
Naturally, it was not heard by Hathaway, who at this moment had finally returned to the Lost Island, immersed in joy and exhilaration.
"Teacher Shiayar, what do you think of this world?"
The golden elf girl stood barefoot at the edge of the Lost Island’s beach, gazing into the distance at the black sea, lost in thought.
As the saying goes, familiarity breeds comfort.
Though initially calling Shiayar "teacher" felt awkward and a bit embarrassing, Hathaway soon got used to it after saying it repeatedly.
Indeed, he was essentially her mentor in magic and the arcane arts.
If not for Shiayar’s help, even though she discovered the magic power, it was uncertain how long it might take to turn it into a practical model and system.
The Lost Island simply couldn’t wait that long.
"Honestly, not great."
Shiayar also put his boots away into the Spatial Pocket.
He walked to the side of the golden elf girl, standing shoulder to shoulder while they gazed at the boundless black sea before them.
"Since this was once the Royal Court of the advanced Elf race, there must have been grand spectacles no less majestic than any kingdom."
"But, it’s too dark here."
"In this world without light, relying solely on the faint glow from fluorescent ores and torches—"
"No matter how majestic or grand, it’s impossible to see their entirety, only a glimpse in the fireflies’ light, imagining the true splendid scenery."
Upon hearing Shiayar’s evaluation, Hathaway also smiled.
This is the truth.
"Indeed, it can’t be called beautiful here."
"If Teacher Shiayar actually followed my words and praised it, I might start doubting your aesthetic standards."
The sea breeze came from afar across the black sea.
It brushed against their faces and lifted the golden elf girl’s long white dress, making it flap in the wind with a rustling sound.
She extended her hand slightly, as if trying to catch the flowing sea breeze.
"Although I was born before the Royal Court fell, I was actually very young back then. Given the Elven Royal Court’s protection system for children, young advanced Elves never had the opportunity to leave the court."
"So, I am essentially like the elves born after the Great Catastrophe."
"This place you call the Lost Island is my entire world."
Hathaway’s light golden eyes gazed upon the black sea, and their light dimmed slightly.