Once upon a time there was a greedy snake.

Chapter 393 This is Peace

Meanwhile, in Tahrir.

Du Yi was still imparting his views to the Seed of Creation. He was a staunch pacifist, and in his view, if the two planets collided, the elves would be innocent as well. He genuinely believed that the elves on the other planet also deserved to be saved.

"That's why I let him go instead of detaining him... I believed he would take my words back to the elves, and they would understand that this was not our war, but that we were actually on the same side in the struggle for survival."

After hearing this explanation, the Seed of Creation nodded repeatedly.

Of course, the Seed of Creation didn't really understand, but that didn't stop it from agreeing with its father's point of view—and it could also vaguely sense that if it looked at the matter from the perspective of an independent long-lived species, rather than from the perspective of a faction, its father's handling of the matter was indeed the best way.

However, besides this, there is another problem with the Seed of Creation.

"What if they don't cooperate?"

The Seed of Creation thought for a moment, then asked the question.

"If they still want war... should we still maintain peace?"

"I believe in them. As an intelligent race, there must be some wise and insightful people among those elves."

Du Yi paused for a moment at this point.

"Therefore, peace is bound to happen; it is a natural law."

"I see, I understand completely now."

The Seed of Creation felt that it had understood its father's true intentions.

Peace will inevitably happen; this is the law of nature. In other words, if peace does not happen, then someone must make peace happen; this is also the law of nature.

As for how peace can be achieved, its father made it very clear: among those elves, there must be some wise individuals who support peace.

In other words, those who were not knowledgeable were all killed.

Peace will naturally come if everyone who wants to wage war is killed.

"As expected of a father, his understanding of the world is so profound."

Thinking of this, the Seed of Creation couldn't help but secretly admire it in its heart.

Whenever such moments occur, the Seed of Creation feels fortunate. Unlike those wildly growing intelligent life forms, it has a father as its guide—without his guidance, it would probably still be that wooden stake that only knows how to spread its roots, unable to produce any wisdom at all.

This made it even more grateful to its father.

"Be filial."

This is a word it learned from the Tahrir people. As the young Tahrir people grew up, their fathers grew old, and at this time, these young people would provide their parents with various conveniences, just as their parents had cared for them.

Now, the Seed of Creation also intends to put his filial piety into practice in his own way.

Unlike most infants, the Seed of Creation has memories. It remembers the care its father gave it when it first took root, and the earth-shattering battle that took place there. These memories are still etched in its mind.

According to the Tahrir people, if one is to be filial, then one should naturally follow suit. Whatever its father did for it, it should naturally do for its father as well.

Its father wanted peace, so it naturally had to bring peace.

"Go and bring peace to the world."

With this thought in mind, hundreds of wooden snakes silently left Tahrir.

Each wooden snake is controlled by a creature of creation. Just by looking at the black and gold patterns on the wooden snake, as long as you don't split the wooden snake open to see the wood grain inside, these wooden snakes are no different from real snakes.

The direction these wooden snakes went was the same direction the elven vanguard landed. This time, the Seed of Creation had learned its lesson, or rather, it was simply following its father's example. This directly resulted in the elven vanguard being greeted with a warm welcome instead of being hunted down when they landed to carry out their mission.

This left the elven vanguard even more bewildered, since they hadn't yet received news of Hazabi's torture. Instead, the roasted meat in front of them immediately caught their attention.

It wasn't that the Seed of Creation had learned any advanced skills; it was one of the few abilities it hadn't learned from its father—but for the Seed of Creation, such things were easy to accomplish.

All it needs to do is make those wooden snakes look like they're roasting meat. Does it matter whether the meat is freshly roasted or not?

All that roasted meat was made by its father; its job was just to move it.

But as it turns out, its judgment was correct.

The cooking method from its father ensured the quality of the roasted meat, and even after reheating, it was far superior to what it could make on its own—just look at how the elves were enjoying their meal, and you could tell that the temptation of the food had lowered the guard of those long-eared creatures.

Of course, in order to further lower the guard of these long-eared creatures, the Seed of Creation also controlled the snake bodies and spoke to them.

Those words were naturally spoken by its father, and at this moment, the Seed of Creation didn't even change a single word, directly copying them verbatim.

This kind of blind application is not as effective as grilling meat.

Some elves, like the previous elven warrior, listened with a bewildered expression, while others frowned and even drew their magic swords. Some elves simply argued with it, demanding its surrender, while others simply wanted it to roast a little more.

Different spirits gave different reactions, which made the Seed of Creation a little flustered. After all, its head was made of wood fibers and it did not have the wisdom of its father. Trying to win against these spirits through argument was too much of a stretch for it.

Fortunately, that's not really its main focus.

Although the wooden snakes were all in a flurry of activity, the ground spices sprinkled on the roasted meat were indeed eaten by the elves.

This is what the Seed of Creation is most concerned about.

This was the only change it made to its father's taste; it added a spice to the seasoning, and the source of that spice was the root it broke off from itself.

In the past, the part that detached from the body would be equivalent to death, but for it now, even the roots that have detached from the body are still part of its body.

Now, the elven warriors, having eaten and drunk their fill, returned home.

Naturally, a part of it was taken along with it.

(End of this chapter)