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On the night after Mo Lan finished making the Thelan version of the magical camera, Tree Spirit Mother's consciousness echoed in her ears. She quickly grabbed the magical camera and dashed to the outer edge of the tribe — to Celine's treehouse. The treehouse window glowed with bright, soft green light, casting an ethereal shimmer over the tangled vines and hanging dried herbs around it. From inside came voices trembling with excitement: "...The life cocoon seems to be moving..." "The cocoon's color has…-
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"It's not a disguise," Mo Lan laughed. "I successfully completed the bloodline atavism ritual. Consider it a side effect of awakening my high Elf bloodline!" "You succeeded? You... really became a high Elf?" Polly's face was full of shock. In her mind, the bloodline atavism ritual and high Elves were nothing more than legends. Mo Lan nodded with certainty. "Heading back to the tribe? I've compiled the high Elf heritage into magic books and brought them back. There's a lot of knowledge about nature magic in…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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Nature Elves were far fewer in number than other Elf branches, and the Emerald Green Tribe was already considered a relatively large nature Elf settlement. Though other forests still held scattered, smaller nature Elf communities, they had little contact with the Emerald Green Tribe and rarely exchanged news. Mo Lan was just pondering whether she should visit other nature Elf tribes when Celine's bright, surprised voice rang out from below the tree: "Dominic? You've finally decided to bring out that barrel…
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"Respect your elders! Don't you know that? Let this old man go first!" Alfred's voice carried a note of exasperation — he had been standing a bit farther away earlier and now found himself squeezed to the back! The scene instantly descended into mild chaos. The Elves, usually so elegant, composed, and dignified in their bearing, now threw all decorum and propriety to the wind in their eagerness to experience the long-dreamed-of high Elf heritage. They surged toward the Resonance Device, each trying to…
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After finishing the protective Magic for the High Elf Library, Mo Lan returned to the Place of Convergence and shared the good news with all the Elves. "The library is already built, that quickly?" Celestian, Alfred, and Viola—the three high-ranking Elves—exchanged glances, then eagerly summoned a portal to Suramalan and stepped through. They had all been to Suramalan before. Celestian had even attempted the bloodline atavism ritual, though without success. The moment they entered, their eyes fell on…
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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…
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1.2 M • Ongoing
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The magical knowledge within the high Elf legacy memories was not categorized according to the later era's "extraordinary professions," but rather directly divided the magic system into five major schools based on differences in casting energy: nature magic, stellar magic, radiant magic, shadow magic, and Psychic Magic. Nature magic encompassed multiple domains including life, plants, animals, healing, summoning, and Transfiguration. It was the origin of modern druid and ranger professional magic. Stellar…
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Having knocked out enemies the entire way, by the time Mo Lan left the Nightveil Clan's territory, the labyrinthine caves behind her were littered with Deep Shadow Elves who had lost the ability to move. Finding a deserted underground tunnel, she used Spatial Magic to teleport directly back to the entrance of the Rift's Throat, then entered the mirror space nearby. With all the inheritances now in hand, her next step was to use the mirror space's time flow adjustment to digest the knowledge within those…
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Shadowblade slowly walked out from the edge of the arena. Even with all his experience, his heart stirred with waves of emotion. She was merely a level 18 Shadow Assassin, yet she could perfectly control six Shadow Phantom Clones simultaneously, each possessing strength equivalent to at least a level 16 elite Shadow Assassin—and they weren't even real clones, but mere illusory phantoms. Normally speaking, the illusory phantoms of Shadow Phantom Clone were weaker than real clones, which in turn were…
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Crushing the Deep Shadow Elves head-on in the very domain they were most skilled at and most proud of — that was the most effective way to earn the respect of the Nightveil Clan, especially that of a quasi-divine level Deep Shadow Elf like Shadowblade. A pure, profound aura of shadow — one that seemed capable of absorbing all light — began rising slowly from Mo Lan's body. This change immediately drew the attention of the three Fangs of Nightveil squad members. They were experts in this field and…
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