Chapter 693 - 446 World Tree Yggdrasil_2
Chapter 693: Chapter 446 World Tree Yggdrasil_2
Chapter 693: Chapter 446 World Tree Yggdrasil_2
As time passed, the entire World Tree Altar was contaminated by the Breath of the Abyss. This chilling breath, bearing the wails and curses from the Endless Abyss, corroded every inch of the altar, turning that once holy and inviolate sanctuary into a place twisted and cold.
The faint emerald glow on the altar gradually dissipated, to be replaced by an ominous shade of grey-black.
The originally smooth and natural patterns on the altar also began to warp and contort grotesquely, as if countless invisible hands were scratching at its surface, attempting to drag it into an endless darkness.
The once joyously singing elf spirits had vanished without a trace, replaced by waves of piercing lamentations that reverberated in the desolate and despairing air.
Demogorgon watched everything unfolding before him, standing expressionlessly, as if he were waiting for something.
After a moment, right before Demogorgon’s eyes, the surging Blood Sea finally devoured the last clean emerald radiance of nature from the World Tree Altar. The altar was completely assimilated into a part of the Blood Sea.
Demogorgon made no move, but under his control, the Blood Sea that spread across the Elf Royal Court transformed into trickling streams and quickly gathered into rivers, surging toward the World Tree Altar at the city’s center.
As the Elf Blood converged, its color subtly changed. From the initial crimson, it darkened, seemingly absorbing all evil and chaotic strength until it became the deepest black.
All the blood, under the shroud of the Abyss Breath, shimmered with an eerie light, intertwining and coiling above the altar, forming twisted patterns that made one’s heart palpitate.
Constantly writhing, changing, and relentlessly seeping into the depths of the World Tree Altar.
When the Blood Sea that had spread throughout the Elf Royal Court converged into the World Tree Altar, vanishing completely inside the altar…
Crack~
Crackle~
On the altar, the solid and ancient stone bricks, now seemingly bearing an unimaginable weight and pressure, began to emit faint yet clear sounds of fracturing.
Boom!
These sounds, at first like the distant crackle of thunder, gradually merged into a deafening roar.
The gaps between the stone bricks widened, and cracks spread rapidly like a spider’s web, fracturing the entire surface of the altar into a shattered mosaic.
With a thunderous crash, large chunks of stone bricks, now completely turned an evil black, broke away, carrying with them the dust of ages and traces of history, as they plummeted down from the altar.
As the World Tree Altar crumbled, an unprecedented surge of energy violently erupted from the center. Stone bricks flew in the roar, the intense shaking like mountain ranges collapsing, causing the entire city to tremble.
And at Demogorgon’s feet, where the World Tree Altar once stood, the disappearance of the altar revealed not ground, but a breathtakingly deep spatial portal.
This portal seemed to be a gateway to some unknown land, larger in area than the former altar, slowly expanding while devouring many elven structures around it. And from its pitch-black depths emanated an alluring and mysterious aura.
Upon seeing this spatial portal, a smile finally appeared on Demogorgon’s previously impassive face.
Shortly after, not far behind Demogorgon, the golden radiance above the tower of the Illiser Family became increasingly dazzling.
That golden beam gradually peeled off from the tower, transforming into a flowing golden river that descended toward Demogorgon’s hand, leaving the still-standing earthen-hued tower behind.
Demogorgon gently raised his right hand, all the golden brilliance falling into a human-head-sized golden orb that suddenly appeared in his grasp.
This orb radiated warmth and brilliance like the sun, coupled with a tinge of sweet and metallic scent.
“With these Day Elf Bloodlines, it should be almost enough,” said Demogorgon, looking at the Day Elf Bloodline in his hand that was refined and extracted from the bodies of the Illiser Family, nodding slightly.
Dealing with these legendary Day Elves from the Elf Royal Court did take him some effort, the biggest hassle being his premeditated plot to have those Elf Legends fall through the Demon’s Gate into the Saltwater Swamp of the Endless Abyss’ eighty-eighth layer.
That place was his stronghold, and in a way, his Divine Country.
Once inside, not to mention Elf Legends, even gods were few who could escape the control of Demogorgon, countless divine beings and Abyss Lords have perished there over the years.
Demogorgon casually tossed the golden orb, which sank into the spatial portal beneath his feet.
As the golden orb was completely swallowed by the darkness of the spatial portal, tremendous strength burst forth from Demogorgon, pure Divine Power uncontaminated by the Breath of the Abyss surged from him, descending into the center of the portal.
This display of Divine Power even surpassed what those weaker divine beings had held in their entirety, yet Demogorgon’s expression did not waver.
At that moment, a burst of golden brilliance exploded from the darkness of the spatial portal, instantly enveloping it.
When the dazzling golden light gradually dimmed, a wondrous sight unfolded within the spatial portal.
The previous darkness and void vanished, replaced by a space gleaming with dreamlike splendor.