Chapter 978 – City of Eternal Radiance

Chapter 978 – City of Eternal Radiance

【Mo Lan: As long as you’re okay! Focus on growing up! I’ll be leaving Quelariel for a while, so I might not always be able to reply to your messages promptly.】

【Sylph: That’s fine, wishing you a smooth journey!】

For Sylph, who had become a small green Dragon, thirty-two years had passed in a single slumber, but for Mo Lan—busy with classes during the day and pulling the time flow in the mirror space to maximum speed for studying at night—the time felt even longer than those hundred years in the Emerald Forest.

Thanks to the mirror space’s ability to adjust time flow, her own exceptional talent for Magic, and her total reserves of Mana and psychic power that exceeded the upper limits of the Seran world, Mo Lan’s speed in advancing her various extraordinary class levels was remarkably fast.

The eight mainstream Elf extraordinary classes beneficial to the bloodline atavism ritual—druid, ranger, Radiant Cleric, Solar Knight, Shadow Walker, Shadow Assassin, Astral mage, and Astrologer—she had already raised all of them to level 18.

However, when it came to the level 19 demigod tier and the level 20 quasi-divine legacies that touched the world’s upper limits, Mo Lan had not yet collected them all.

Thanks to her nature Elf heritage, as her strength grew, legacy memories would gradually unlock—so the level 19 and 20 druid and ranger class legacies were nothing to worry about.

The Astral mage and Astrologer class legacies favored by Astral Elves, she had also obtained from the Headmistress of Starlight Magic Academy, a kindly and wise level 20 Astral mage.

Now only the Solar Corona Elf’s Radiant Cleric and Solar Knight, along with the Deep Shadow Elf’s Shadow Walker and Shadow Assassin higher-level class legacies remained unobtained.

The Elves of the Old Seekers Association, while marveling at her current achievements, had also repeatedly reassured her that with her foundation of having fused eight Advanced-tier classes, her success rate for the ritual at Suramalan already far surpassed that of any previous attempt since the Association’s founding—there was no need to pursue perfection so relentlessly.

Mo Lan understood the reasoning, but the opportunity to perform the bloodline atavism ritual came only once. She had to secure every theoretical advantage possible for herself.

Only by pushing all eight major classes to the mortal Peak of this world would she set forth on the final journey to Suramalan with no lingering regrets.

The problem was that although Quelariel was the City of Stars and Magic, there wasn’t a single level 20 Solar Corona Elf or Deep Shadow Elf to be found there.

Most of them were stationed in their respective clan territories or exploring other worlds, rarely staying away for extended periods.

Alfred and Viola were the strongest Solar Corona Elf and Deep Shadow Elf in Quelariel.

But they were both only level 18, with their higher legacy memories still locked.

However, Alfred hailed from the Radiance Clan, one of the most ancient clans among Solar Corona Elves, and Viola came from the Nightveil Clan, the most powerful among Deep Shadow Elves. Both of their tribes and clans had produced multiple beings who exceeded level 20.

Each had written a personal letter of recommendation for Mo Lan, earnestly requesting their clan elders to receive her and share the subsequent legacy memories with her.

Mo Lan had long planned to visit Alfred’s and Viola’s clans to call upon those beings who possessed higher-level legacy memories. She had even built a portable Resonance Device herself.

Now that things had stabilized on Sylph’s end, she could set out with peace of mind.

On the day she departed, the Elves of the Association held a grand farewell ceremony for her.

Celestian raised the starlight goblet in his hand: “Moira, we have all witnessed your talent, diligence, and determination. The Association has walked this path for a thousand years, and countless predecessors have fallen along the way. You are the most promising among all of us. Remember, the Association will always have your back. We’ll be here, waiting for your return!”

In his eyes, there was unreserved anticipation.

The others in the Association, including himself, couldn’t even compare to the Astral Elf predecessor from a thousand years ago who had trained all mainstream Elf classes to the intermediate tier. Only Mo Lan had surpassed every predecessor, training all classes to the Advanced tier, and was even aiming for the demigod and quasi-divine levels.

If she couldn’t succeed, then they certainly never would.

Alfred stepped forward and handed her an emblem carved with a solar disc—a sun emblem: “Take this. The Radiance Clan and every Elf in the entire City of Eternal Radiance will welcome you!”

Viola’s movements were silent as always. She slipped a small roll of fabric into Mo Lan’s hands—cool to the touch, silky smooth, and nearly weightless.

Mo Lan examined it. It was a map woven from the silk of Abyssal Shadow Ghost-Face Spiders. It appeared blank, but under a specific application of Power of Shadow, intricate and complex paths and markers would reveal themselves.

“The path to our Nightveil Clan… is not easy.” Viola warned her gravely. “Remember, in the Underground world, don’t fully trust anyone except yourself. Light will deceive you, sound will mislead you, and every creature you encounter may want your life—even my own kinfolk… may not all be entirely reliable.

However, you carry my letter of recommendation. As long as you prove your worth and sincerity, my teacher will not make things difficult for you without reason.

This map can help you avoid some unnecessary ‘trouble’ zones and find relatively safe resting points.”

Mo Lan carefully stowed the sun emblem and committed Viola’s warnings firmly to memory. Looking around at her Elf companions before her, warmth surged through her chest:

“Thank you all for looking after me these years. Once I obtain the complete legacies of the Solar Corona and Deep Shadow, and have mastered all eight mainstream Elf classes in their entirety, I will head immediately to Suramalan for the bloodline atavism ritual.

If I truly succeed in reverting to a high Elf and obtain the lost legacies… I swear, I will bring back all the knowledge and share it unreservedly with every single one of you!”

As her words fell, the courtyard went silent, and every Elf’s eyes lit up.

Mo Lan finished the drink in her cup, settled into the vine chair on Zhizhi’s chest, and walked out of the Place of Convergence.

On the third day after leaving Quelariel, they stood upon a stretch of scorching land.

They were already at the southwestern edge of the central Mainland. In the distance on the horizon, the silhouette of the City of Eternal Radiance shimmered and warped in the heat haze.

A series of massive, heavy white stone building complexes radiated outward in a circular pattern.

At the very center of the city, the radiance emanating from the Solar Corona Elves’ sacred tree, the Tree of Radiance, was clearly visible even in broad daylight.

Mo Lan changed into a pale golden robe.

This was something she had commissioned at great expense in Quelariel, made from sunlight silkworm thread that could absorb light-element force from the surrounding environment.

It was both a show of respect for Solar Corona Elf culture and a way to help her adapt to the environment here.

The sun emblem Alfred had given her was pinned prominently at the most visible spot on her chest.

“Let’s head to the ‘Dawn Sentinel Post’ first, like Alfred said.” Mo Lan instructed.

Zhizhi pulled out the map and glanced at it. The next moment, they appeared before a fortress-like structure built entirely from massive white stones.