Chapter 331: Chapter 179: Let Master Get a Dose of Harsh Reality (Double Episode)
Facing the Golden Elf’s gaze filled with a hint of anticipation.
Shiayar simply lowered his gaze slightly, avoiding Hathaway’s eyes.
In the months spent drifting and wandering in the depths of the Astral Realm, besides thoroughly enjoying the thrill of reversing roles between teacher and student, he did not idle.
Shiayar spent several months completely analyzing the outer layer of the Lost Island, understanding the specific structure of the Eternal Night Veil.
To create such a barrier before his fall that enveloped an entire Royal Court of a race, lasting for a millennium, unnoticed by anyone.
Even when some Fabled Creatures ventured into the Endless Ocean Domain, seeking the location of the Elven Royal Court, hoping to find treasures left behind by the Elf King, they returned empty-handed.
This feat alone offers a glimpse of the Elf King’s rank.
Even amidst the First Era, where Fabled Creatures roamed rampant, he was undoubtedly an extraordinary being. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been the owner of a Royal Court before the Cataclysm Era, heralded as the left hand of the creator, the Sun God.
What concerned Shiayar even more—
was the Sun God, rumored to have fallen a thousand years ago, only known through legends in the current First Era.
"Within the Fourth Epoch’s Dawn Church, there also exists the name of this Blazing Sun Church, one of the Seven Gods of Dawn."
"Only, simply having the name alongside the Seven Gods, it’s unlikely that the deity revered by this Blazing Sun Church is truly that Sun God."
"Perhaps, he merely gained some authority and divinity from that disaster of deities’ bloody conflict—"
"And the real Sun God..."
"As well as the World Tree, rumored to have emerged alongside the Glorious Era, becoming the foundation of existence, but withered away during the Cataclysm Era."
Shiayar’s eyes shimmered with a faint light, though due to his lowered gaze, Hathaway beside him did not notice.
The veil named Eternal Night almost entirely blocked all external probes into the Lost Island.
Whether distant observation skills or those predicting through Spirituality intuition, divination, none could perceive its true nature.
Yet, through certain subtle details, Shiayar’s heart harbored some suspicions.
Some suffocating truths.
Shiayar’s thoughts momentarily paused. His gaze flitted over the Golden Elf beside him, whose eyebrows and eyes expressed joy and delight, causing a slight heaviness in his heart.
Whether the so-called Seven orthodox gods of the Dawn Church or those crazed Evil Gods of the Abyssal Measure.
Undeniably, deities capable of reaching the name of the Divine Throne stand high above, their Divinity transcending mundane emotions...
Not only divinity; even the essence of Life has transformed, evolving into a new kind of Fabled Creature.
Although outwardly they still resemble the race they belonged to before becoming gods, they are essentially two different species.
Their varying attitudes towards followers are essentially just different methods and choices for gathering the Power of Faith.
Exceptions might exist, such as the Ancient Dragon King willing to be devoured by his clan to protect his offspring.
But this is undoubtedly not the norm.
Thus—
that high and mighty Elf King who overlooks all beings.
When the Cataclysm erupted, and even he couldn’t protect himself, would he really disregard his own safety, willingly sacrifice his own life to protect those in the Royal Court—the so-called kin whose bloodlines were already different?
The Eternal Night Veil surely carries the Elf King’s intent.
Yet, such an intent may not align with what the elves imagine it to be.
Of course, if one solely relies on speculation from side details, it might just be Shiayar using a petty man’s heart to measure a gentleman’s mind.
Though from the essence of Life, different races already exist, the Elf King is genuinely the ruler of the Royal Court, having guarded the Elven Royal Court for many years. It’s not strange if he developed feelings for his clan, willing to fall to protect them.
What truly made Shiayar sense something was amiss wasn’t these guesses.
But an icy, exceptionally real truth—
Based on the intelligence Shiayar gathered in the Echo of History of Escarnia.
Not only in the Fourth Epoch.
Even in the Third Era, or even earlier in the Second Era, there were no tales of advanced Elves other than Hathaway.
Despite the passing of several Eras, the influence of the Fallen Sun long vanished, and the Eternal Night Veil should have shattered—
Yet the advanced Elf Tribe seemed to vanish alongside the Lost Island.
Forever lost in history.
...
"Shiayar..."
"Shiayar?"
"Could it be you’re too tired from studying the Arcane Arts, able to fall asleep standing?"
Seemingly noticing Shiayar’s distraction, Hathaway waved her pale hand in front of his eyes.
Not receiving any reaction from Shiayar, the Golden Elf girl’s charming face suddenly carried a bit of mischief.
She took two steps back, lifted the hem of her pale dress, and a playful smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
"Shiayar... Master."
Her charming, melodious voice jostled Shiayar from his deep thoughts, prompting a sharp reaction.
"What did you call me just now?"
"Hm? Did I say something just now?"
The Golden Elf placed her pale finger at the corner of her mouth, speaking with some confusion.