Chapter 989 – Bloodline Atavism

Closer in, numerous buildings lay scattered about.

Their architectural style differed from any branch of Elven architecture she had ever seen—grander and more diverse, somewhat reminiscent of the style found in the Place of Convergence.

There were spiraling Crystal towers whose spires vanished into the energy dome above; suspended garden platforms floating in midair, woven from luminous vines and gemstones; colossal stone temples as massive as mountain ranges… Simply standing there in silence, they possessed a beauty that struck the very soul.

What was truly astonishing was that despite the disappearance of the high Elves and Suramalan having been sealed for countless ages, the protective magic covering these buildings continued to operate steadily.

Following the records from the Old Seekers Association’s archives, Mo Lan conducted a brief search around the plaza near the entrance and, sure enough, found a dark silver stone stele.

Upon the stele was a single line of text.

“Suramalan opens fully only to high Elves. —The Last High Elf”

It was said that every building in Suramalan was protected by rigorous defensive magic.

Only a true high Elf could pass through these protections without hindrance and inherit the lavish legacy left behind by the high Elves—a fortune magnificent enough to drive anyone mad.

Out of curiosity, Mo Lan attempted to study the protective magic on these buildings.

She discovered that these protective spells were intricately connected to the entire demiplane’s mana network and even to the Tree of Life itself.

Together, they formed a vast, self-consistent, super-massive composite magic circle that coexisted symbiotically with Suramalan itself.

Destroying or bypassing the protection on any single building could very likely trigger a chain reaction, disturbing the energy balance of the entire demiplane, and might even inflict unpredictable damage on the Tree of Life—thereby causing the demiplane to collapse.

Forcibly cracking these protections without endangering the fundamental structure was a nearly impossible task.

Mo Lan shifted her gaze from the surrounding buildings and turned it toward the towering Tree of Life.

According to the records, the key to performing the bloodline atavism ritual—the Well of Eternity—lay beneath the Tree of Life.

Traversing a long and desolate jade-stone avenue, the closer she drew to the Tree of Life, the richer and more active the magical energy flowing through the air became, until it faintly coalesced into a visible energy mist shimmering with multicolored magical radiance.

At last, she arrived at the base of the mother tree.

Before her stretched an incomparably vast circular basin, naturally formed and cradled by the mother tree’s root system. At the basin’s center was a spring, its waters a miraculous font condensed from the Tree of Life’s sap.

Encircling the Well of Eternity, several of the mother tree’s thickest main roots—coiling like ancient dragons—broke through the earth, naturally forming several weathered stone platforms around the well. This had once been the sacred altar where the high Elves conducted their rituals.

Mo Lan walked to the foremost and largest altar, and bit open her fingertip.

A single drop of blood seeped out—crystalline with a jade-green luster, yet laced with faint, thread-like halos of other colors.

She pressed her fingertip into the depression at the altar’s center.

The instant her blood touched the altar, the entire altar, the surrounding mother tree roots, and the waters of the Well of Eternity all began to glow simultaneously.

The runes upon the altar lit up one by one, like a star chart being illuminated. Mo Lan felt the blood within her body begin to warm faintly, resonating in a wondrous harmony with the altar, the mother tree, and the well water.

The forces of nature contained within her bloodline, along with the radiant force, power of shadow, and power of the stars she had acquired through cultivation—all were clearly awakened and made manifest by this resonance.

The forces of nature shifted between an emerald-green aura and an invisible wind, sharp and wild; the radiant force materialized as scattered golden sparks before condensing into a solar corona; the power of shadow spread silently, its lethal edge flashing for just an instant; the power of the stars wove a dazzling phantom river of stars around her…

In that moment, all these energies manifested upon Mo Lan simultaneously, yet maintained a wondrous equilibrium—never clashing, but rather showing a subtle tendency to merge into one.

The calm surface of the Well of Eternity suddenly stirred without wind, ripples spreading from its center.

Spring water rose from within, slowly enveloping the entire altar and wrapping Mo Lan completely inside.

Magical energy of the utmost purity, like a warm deluge, bypassed her body’s defenses entirely and surged through every inch of her flesh and blood—even her spirit.

Mo Lan could feel it: deep within the lowest stratum of her bloodline, the complete high Elf bloodline—nearly erased by the passage of ages—was being activated and restored, bit by bit!

This process was accompanied by a tremendous surge of energy and a flood of information.

Countless fragmented images, ancient knowledge, the civilization and memories of the high Elves… poured into her mental sea like a tide, gradually coalescing into the inherited memory of the high Elves.

At the same time, her body was undergoing transformation.

Her skin grew more luminous, her bones more resilient yet lighter. Several brilliant streaks of gold appeared amid her dark-green hair, and her jade-green pupils shifted to a deep violet-black.

As the bloodline restoration neared its end, the Eternal Spring abruptly withdrew, and the Tree of Life lowered its radiance upon her.

Simultaneously, she clearly sensed that the protective magic on the surrounding buildings—which had previously carried a faint air of rejection and exclusion toward her—had now become “welcoming.”

She knew that from this moment on, Suramalan was “fully open” to her.

The glow upon the altar gradually dimmed, returning to stillness.

Mo Lan slowly opened her eyes. The complete inherited memory of the high Elves had appeared in her mental sea, and she had also mastered a form of energy unique to high Elves—Elven force.

Elven force could be converted at will into forces of nature, power of the stars, power of shadow, radiant force, or even psychic power, and its quality surpassed even angelic power, demonic power, or dragon force.

The bloodline atavism ritual was a complete success!

However, Elven force—whether in terms of versatility or raw potency—still fell short of a Sorceress’s Mana. Compared to this high Elf bloodline, it was the newly appeared high Elf inherited memory in her mental sea that she valued most.

During the era when high Elves were active, the magic network had not yet appeared, so the inherited memory contained no shortage of magical theory and complete spell structures.

However, all of Suramalan lay within the Tree of Life’s perception, making it inconvenient to enter the mirror space.

Mo Lan first organized the portions of the inherited memory pertaining to the high Elf legacy, then took a tour through Suramalan’s main city district, claiming everything that interested her or could prove useful.

These items would be difficult to carry directly out of the Seran world, but that didn’t stop her from feeding them to the Book of Cards once she left Suramalan. She could always use the Book of Cards to recreate copies later and return the originals to their places.

After collecting everything, Mo Lan didn’t linger in Suramalan. She returned directly to the main world, then eagerly entered the mirror space, pushed the time flow rate to its maximum, and began organizing and absorbing this inheritance.