Chapter 209: Chapter 211: The Ancient God in mories, Mother of Thousands of Races
“How long will it take for the wood elf shelter to be completed with the current efficiency?” Qin Muye asked in the Magic Network.
“Three days will be enough, but the Wisdom Tree might not last that long,” Blackhand predicted simply.
Qin Muye was only responsible for the design and corresponding resource estimates; other matters were handled by spirit monsters. After all, he couldn’t be expected to personally supervise such trivial matters.
“Hmm, I see. When the Wisdom Tree dies, bring its body back to , I still have a use for it,” Qin Muye said.
Since it was going to die anyway, it might turn into one of the Ancient God’s Minions due to the invasion of the Ancient God’s Power post-mortem. It would be better to drag it back for study as a sample.
The Wisdom Tree also had a rank of 6 and was particularly long-lived, even older than so divine beings. Its body was extrely valuable, so Qin Muye couldn’t possibly let go of it. He wanted both the knowledge in its mind and its physical form.
“Yes, Master,” Blackhand naturally had no issues. As for the wood elves, they no longer had a say in the matter.
The reason was simple: now, the Floating City was hovering right above them. If they dared to resist, a single blast would send them on their way.
What about the agreent with the Wisdom Tree? The agreent only ntioned helping to build a shelter capable of resisting the power of the Ancient Gods and ensuring the sanity of the Wisdom Tree until the shelter was completed. It didn’t ntion ensuring the safety of the wood elves’ lives—if they knew what was good for them, Blackhand might just grab the tree and leave; if not, even the wood elves themselves couldn’t be saved.
Tis had changed; even during the Wisdom Tree’s pri, their forces weren’t afraid, let alone now with the Wisdom Tree nearly ready to perish.
Qin Muye also pondered whether the Wisdom Tree knew about the Ancient God. He had inquired; the Wisdom Tree was not a divine being and seed to have existed long ago. It appeared in exceedingly early records, and magic’s genesis and the use of magic power were sowhat intertwined with it.
To Qin Muye, it felt like a prophet, and even the ergence of so divine beings couldn’t be separated from the Wisdom Tree.
It seed like a hand pushing the entire Magic Continent forward. Qin Muye didn’t know if this was a coincidence or intentional, but he preferred to assu it was intentional based on the principle of caution.
The Wisdom Tree was a fierce entity; it had sent its mory during the construction started by the spirit monsters—a crystal ball-like item that looked quite normal.
[Corrupted Wisdom Tree’s mory]
[Rank: High]
[Attribute]
[Knowledge 1]
Although it was a single-use item, it was deed a treasure by “Lord Era,” even though its attribute increase was quite absurd as a high-ranked treasure, adding only one point.
However, Qin Muye ca to terms with it, considering its high quality ant mainly for storing mories.
He then placed the mory on his forehead and read it through his spiritual power.
In an instant, a flood of mories entered Qin Muye’s mind, and he was initially alard, never having experienced such a thing, but he quickly adapted.
He organized and sorted a wealth of secrets and knowledge, further assimilating them with various associated Lord Talents into his own.
“It feels a bit strange; this mory seems to have been pared down. Many parts don’t connect,” Qin Muye sensed sothing peculiar, but it didn’t matter much. The missing mories were mostly secrets, like scandals, so he didn’t dwell on them.
If the Wisdom Tree dared to tamper with the relevant knowledge, Qin Muye would dare break the agreent.
What he valued was rely the knowledge; he had no interest in scandals or the like.
For others, this might be political wealth, but for Qin Muye, who already possessed military force, such things were insignificant. If he needed to take action, his military power was far more effective than re political wealth.
Politics could compromise, but military force wouldn’t. A powerful show of force would ensure compliance.
As the mory reception was drawing to a close, Qin Muye suddenly saw a tree—a light gray colossal tree, whose crown was composed of writhing tentacle-like branches and leaves. In the center of the crown, a gigantic eye stared fixedly at Qin Muye.
‘The Mother of All Races, Kusun!’
Upon seeing this colossal tree, Qin Muye instantly understood its identity—She was the founder of all races on the Magic Continent, the mother of the Wisdom Tree, the Ancient God currently returning.
“Crimson~”
A faint, almost imperceptible voice echoed in Qin Muye’s mind, his flesh beginning to lose control, his body gradually swelling, as countless faces of various races on the Magic Continent wandered within his skin.
But in the next mont, the power in his bloodline began to fight back — Crimson, Hell, Titan — these three dominant forces struck back. In just an instant, the maternal figure of the races that had existed in his mind was blocked by a Hell Titan clad in crimson armor, preventing him from looking directly at her.
This was Qin Muye’s Titan True Body, and also an Ancient God Embryo.
The Mother of Races’s enormous eye emotionlessly watched the grand bloodline incarnation, then her body gradually faded into darkness.
It was just a mory, not the real Mother of Races, Kusun.
The real one was still in death, slowly returning.
Realizing this, Qin Muye’s eyes turned blood-red, and he felt that sothing was terribly wrong, like a fish stranded on shore.
After nearly three minutes, he finally regained his senses.
“Is this damn thing a Rank 7~8? Rank 9 seems too low; it’s at least on the level of Chaos Chaos and God in Eden Garden,” Qin Muye cald down. He realized why the success of the recent Ancient God Revival was not about destroying the Ancient God but letting it return to silence, to sleep quietly again.
The reason was simple. The mont he saw her, Qin Muye knew that it was impossible to destroy this Mother of Races because as long as life existed on the Magic Continent, she would never die. She was the origination of all races in the world.
Be it animals or plants, even elents and magic power, she encompassed everything.
“Ancient Gods, aning gods of the ancient days — truly terrifying,” he muttered.
“Damn, the Wisdom Tree tricked !”
Qin Muye’s expression darkened. Compared to other races, the Wisdom Tree was a direct descendant of the Mother of Races, existing on the Magic Continent since ancient tis.
“This old trickster wants to trap ; his real intention must be to resurrect his mother. Did he really think he was the ultimate?”
He knew that his existence was an obstacle to the Mother of Races. Although they currently had the upper hand, it did not an that there wouldn’t be any accidents.
The Lords were too powerful. Coupled with the logistics provided by Qin Muye, the Wisdom Tree considered cutting off their supplies first, then defeating them one by one.
An Ancient God’s offspring being corrupted by Ancient God’s Power? Nonsense, most likely the power he released was intentional.
“Apart from the Wisdom Tree, the Mother of Races has many direct descendants just waiting for this opportunity to restore ancient glory.”
A Rank 6 Magic Continent couldn’t bear the return of the Mother of Races from death, but a Rank 7 Magic Continent was sufficient.
As long as the Mother of Races revived, the Magic Continent would also grow stronger and expand because of her presence.
Initially, the Wisdom Tree was not Rank 6, but as the Magic Continent gradually declined, its own power also fell to Rank 6.
However, to welco the revival of the Mother of Races, the Wisdom Tree and other direct descendants did not advance to Rank 7, since Rank 7 would consu the essence of the Magic Continent, making the revival of the Mother of Races even more difficult.
Furthermore, they used various thods to obstruct and delay the Lords’ advancent to Rank 7, but for the Lords, they simply lacked the conditions needed to advance.
“So, we were originally enemies with the entire world. No wonder my Ancient God Vaccine and Ancient God Special dicine have such poor sales in the native forces; the high ranks are all people from the Ancient God. What can I use to fight them?” Qin Muye spoke coldly.
He didn’t care about their sches and tricks, as long as they were not used against him. If they wanted to play, they could play however they liked, but if it ca to him, they shouldn’t bla him for fighting back fiercely.
The era of swallowing grievances had passed.
“Shadow, prepare. Slaughter all the Wood Elves and cripple the Wisdom Tree. I want to use its heartwood as a collectible,” Qin Muye imdiately ordered.
When the power was weak, endure and hide; but now with sufficient strength, why allow others to manipulate easily?
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