Why can't humans do it too?

"Ah~~, I'm so tired, Suer~"

Before Sull could accuse the Winged One of premeditated murder and obstruction of piloting, Jibril stretched wearily, her obviously missing arm and wing silencing all of Sull's negative words.

"You're injured?!" He tried to touch her but found that both of his arms were pinned down by Jibril. The pink-haired winged creature was lying directly in Su'er's arms, with her other intact arm around his neck.

Xin Ke didn't speak or open her eyes. She was currently busy manipulating the spells she was injecting into the core of the fantasy seed. The closer she got to the location of the fantasy seed, the more she could do.

"Miss Monster, could you lie down in the back corner? If I remember correctly, we should be heading to the core right now?"

Well, Xin Ke still managed to squeeze out a word of encouragement amidst her busy schedule.

"Hmm~~, really~", Jibril hummed noncommittally, raising an eyebrow at Sull and saying, "How about it, Sull? I'm pretty good, aren't I? I defeated a fantasy species all by myself, you know?"

"Wow, that's amazing," Su Er nodded, offering a heartfelt compliment. "You've really worked hard."

"Has the monster finally lost the ability to understand language completely? Should we go back and regenerate it while it's still able to move?"

"Hehe~, something seems to be getting anxious~, but it's better not to rush over now. Before I got here, cracks had already started to appear on that core," Jibril yawned widely and patted Sull's shoulder hard, saying, "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury. You just need to rest..."

Jibril's voice grew softer and softer, and her body emitted a crystalline white light. The next moment, her body, which had been in a mature state, transformed back into the young girl that Suer knew so well, and even her clothes changed.

“…Ah, it’s shrunk,” Su’er said subconsciously, staring blankly at the scene.

Jibril had only just regained her full size when she reverted to the form that he and Xinke were more familiar with. The only thing that relieved Suer was that the missing arms and wings of the Skywing had regrown after the body shrank... or rather, reappeared, no longer missing.

Xin Ke suddenly opened her eyes and stared straight ahead, without even glancing at Jibril, who was curled up in Su Er's arms. This unusual behavior made Su Er nervous.

"what happened?"

"...He is dead."

Muttering to herself in surprise, Xin Ke kept her eyes glued to the sea where Jibril had just flown over.

Several blue-white beams of light shot out from there at an extremely fast speed toward the land. Before Su Er could even wonder what it was, he saw a silent light screen spread out, extending between the sea and the sky. The seawater it touched turned visibly white, and then disappeared at an extremely fast speed, leaving behind only an endless void.

There was no sound of explosions, not even the sound of waves crashing. The world seemed to have turned into a silent film in blue and white, with distortions in the far distance—the boundary between the sea and the sky was completely blurred. Suer seemed to see an invisible black hole there, attracting everything around it.

No, to be more accurate, it should be described as tearing.

A silent palpitation and deep sorrow suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart. It was as if Su Er heard the mournful cry of something, an indescribable feeling, as if the ocean itself, the world itself, was crying. So much so that when he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that his eyes were full of tears.

"Did you hear it?"

"Sur asked in a hoarse voice."

Chapter 214 The Sea of ​​Spirits

"What did you hear?" Xin Ke was particularly sensitive to things that she couldn't hear but Su Er could. At this moment, she reached out and wiped away the tears streaming down Su Er's cheek as she asked.

“…crying,” Suer’s voice suddenly became extremely hoarse. He had not yet fully recovered from the immense grief and palpitations, and his mind was also affected by it. “You just said that He died, so is this anomaly that occurs when a fantasy creature dies?”

"As far as I know, no, at least I didn't hear any crying like you described." Without time to pay attention to Jibril, Xin Ke solemnly tapped the shell of the Great Disaster Survivor, and the next second their vehicle flew forward at top speed.

Unlike anything he had ever seen before, the silent light curtain was not an explosion, at least not one that Sull could comprehend, but even he, who knew nothing of the mysteries of magic, knew just how severe the damage it caused was.

The seawater wiped away by the light curtain was like a piece of butter being scooped out with a spoon, forever missing that part. The seawater that followed was like leaning against an invisible high wall, and no matter how high the waves were, they could not fill it. But the most dazzling thing was everything underfoot - it was the sea, but it could no longer be called a sea of ​​water, but an ocean of light.

It was as if blue flames were constantly erupting upwards, but Suer could not feel any temperature. The blue was as clear as the sky, and even he could see it clearly. The bottom of this ocean of light was pure white, and he could not see the scene at the bottom at all. He had no idea where the seawater at the bottom had gone.

"This is... an elf?" Xin Ke murmured in disbelief, her pupils contracting sharply. She had never seen such a sight before.

There were so many, it was as if a balloon had been popped, releasing the air that had filled it. The only difference was that what was gushing out was not air, but an unbelievably large number of sprites. With his special glasses on, Sull could see the sprites rushing out, but when he took them off, he could only see blue and white light.

Even humans, a race that should be unable to see elves, can see this light.

As he traced the scar on his shoulder, Suer inexplicably thought of the blood that flowed continuously from his wounds when he was injured. Could this elven fountain in front of him also be a wound of this planet, this world?

Of course, this was just his association.

However, the deep sorrow and palpitations that had been echoing in his heart continued to linger in Suer's mind, making it impossible for him to ignore the past.

"...Was this caused by that fantasy species?" Sul asked Xin Ke, turning his gaze away from the blue light gushing out from below.

After all that effort, even Jibril has regressed from her powerful form back to her childlike appearance. It's clear she'll need at least a few years to fully recover. We've paid such a high price, but that fantasy creature is dead... Did we waste our time?

So how can that seemingly dead deity be awakened?

Suer kept thinking to himself, searching for a way forward.

“It is Him,” Xin Ke replied softly, unaware of what Su Er was thinking. Her outstretched arms seemed to be calling out to something from the void. As she moved, the blue and white abyss below suddenly boiled, and the rising blue flames even grazed Su Er’s cheek, startling him into a cold sweat.

Without time to ask any further questions, Suer was completely captivated by the strange object that slowly rose from the blue and white abyss. Just by looking at it, one could feel its unspoken nobility. Blue flames flowed on its surface, but everyone knew that they were not flames.

What should have been a perfect sphere now has one side broken and hollow, with surging waves on its surface, freezing the movement of the water in that moment. It subconsciously evokes a sense of regret and anger—that such a perfect object could be damaged. However, after such thoughts subside, Suer suddenly realizes what this is.

The remains of that fantasy species, its most important core.

"So he really is dead?" Jibril, who had woken up at some point, suddenly leaned on the hood and sighed deeply. "He seemed to want to run away from beginning to end, but I never expected him to choose this path in his last moments... It's really amazing."

"Hey, weed?" Jibril suddenly chuckled, turning her head to look at Xin Ke with an evil grin. "I've completed my mission perfectly, you know~, but your super-powerful spell didn't manage to control this fantasy creature, did it? Pfft, hahaha~"

"Hey hey hey~, can you tell me? How exactly is the great Miss Weed feeling right now? Hello? Can I talk? Hey?" Jibril, who was so arrogant that she was almost upside down, poked Xin Ke's arm with a mischievous look.

"...It's just because the nature of Krilatetini's power is too special. My technique is flawless!" Shinko replied decisively, glaring fiercely at Jibril.

"Well, well, you're quite eloquent when it comes to lying. So what exactly does the great Miss Weed plan to do? Go find a new fantasy species? Let me make it clear, I can't do that in a short time," Jibril said with a shrug, feeling Sue secretly pinch her shoulder.

"Heh, why go find another fantasy species?" Xin Ke chuckled dismissively and said confidently, "Don't forget what our original purpose was. It was simply to awaken that god species that was feigning death."

"Look below us, isn't the solution right here?"

With her eyes gleaming with an almost bursting thirst for knowledge and curiosity, Xin Ke was so excited that she couldn't contain herself. This was undoubtedly the first time she had ever witnessed such a spectacle in her life, and it was even the only place on this planet where it existed.

"Can you sense these spirits?" Xin Ke asked, her voice filled with an unprecedented longing and yearning as she stared intently at the blue and white abyss below. "These pure white, spotless spirits... what comes to mind?"

Without speaking, Jibril gazed at the magnificent scene below, pondering and guessing, until after a long time she finally spoke, somewhat hesitantly, the answer that had surfaced in her mind.

"...The Elf...Corridor?"

Chapter 215 Bath Therapy

The so-called Elf Corridor is the source of power for all extraordinary beings on this planet. Apart from a few special top races, all races that can see elves need to connect to the Elf Corridor with their own neural connection circuits to obtain a large number of elves in order to cast magic.

If we trace back to the origin, all races, including the divine races, and all divine essences were born and created in the Elf Corridor. It is the origin of all things, the flow of all things, and the destination of all things.

The three of them were not actually standing on the Elven Corridor.

In fact, even with their combined strength and that of this fantasy species, they would not be able to reach the Elf Corridor.

To be precise, the scene beneath my feet resembled the pores of the Elf Corridor. However, the word "pore" was merely a descriptive term; it could also be described as a small wound. Even the blue and white abyss beneath my feet seemed to exist in a state between illusion and reality.

Normally, although the Elven Corridor exists inside this planet, "inside" is just a figure of speech; otherwise, wouldn't the goblins be the closest beings to the origin of all things? They could simply keep digging downwards.

Therefore, the Elven Corridor actually exists anywhere on this planet, existing in reality yet not existing in reality, superimposed on everything in the material world. It shouldn't be so obviously revealed in the world. However, the final burst of power from Krilattini, which resulted in mutual destruction, tore a corner in the material world with its unique power, allowing an extremely small part of the Elven Corridor to appear in this world—even if it was just a projection.

The above is the rigorous answer that Xin Ke solemnly gave after studying Jibril for more than a month, after she had returned to Avant Heim to stabilize his body.

"Is that all?" Suer couldn't help but ask, feeling as if the story had ended just as it began.

“Does Mr. Monkey think that confirming its existence and nature is easy?” Xin Ke rolled her eyes in annoyance. “In short, the previous plan has to be scrapped. Originally, we planned to use its core as a source and the blessing of the Forest God as a medium to restore the state of that divine species after controlling this fantasy species. I didn’t expect it to turn out like this.”

As she spoke, Xin Ke's gaze drifted to the remains of the fantasy creature that were rotating on a tray in the room. The wave-like shape was still shaped on it, and it was essentially still a very dangerous weapon because the source of Krilattini's power still existed within it.

"So what should we do now? Judging from your expression, you should already have a solution, right?" Sur asked casually, not feeling frustrated by the failure of the previous plan.

"Ah, of course, after all, I'm a genius~ In fact, once we confirmed what was there, it became much easier to awaken that divine species," Xin Ke said excitedly. She knew that choosing to travel with Su Er was definitely the right decision. At least staying in the ruins to study the divine essence would never have allowed her to encounter such a precious spectacle.

"Both the divine seed and the divine essence were born in the Elf Corridor. The divine seed was not completely dead and lost its own will, so as long as it is placed in that pseudo-elf corridor, it will absorb those elves to recover on its own."

As Xin Ke spoke, the pot-shaped essence that she had kept hidden in the room was also brought out.

"Let's go then," Suer said, taking a deep breath and feeling a strange pressure.

If all goes well, how should he communicate with this divine being? And what attitude and price should he pay to ask Him for the answer he seeks?

The second dialogue with the divine species.

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The divine essence of the seemingly dead spirit was sent by Xin Ke to the pseudo-elf corridor, where blue and white flames flickered and darted across the surface of the pot-shaped essence.

Although there was a mix of incoming and outgoing spirits, fortunately, there were more incoming spirits than outgoing ones. Gazing at the ever-surging sea of ​​spirits below, Suer inexplicably felt as if he were watching Laozi using the Eight Trigrams Furnace to refine Sun Wukong.

"So there's actually a passage here that connects to the Elf Corridor?" Suer couldn't help but turn to Xinke and ask, recalling the information he had heard from Jibril before. "Isn't the Star Grail in the Elf Corridor? So, can we go in from here and get the Star Grail?"

Of course, once you become the one true god, all difficulties will be easily resolved.

"...Did you not listen to my explanation at all, Mr. Monkey?" Xin Ke glared at Su Er. "Let's not even talk about how you're going to get in and get the Star Cup. I'm afraid you'll be evaporated into the most basic spirit the moment you fall down. No spell can counteract this power. Furthermore, this is not the superficial form of a channel that allows spirits to seep out, as you understand it."

“This is part of the Elven Corridor,” Xin Ke said, jabbing her finger downwards. “It is the Elven Corridor, but the Elven Corridor is not it. Although it can indeed connect with the Elven Corridor through it and have an impact, it is far too weak to be anything. It is merely a manifestation of the Elven Corridor. Do you understand?”

“I understand completely now,” Suer nodded seriously and continued, “So this is indeed the outflow of planetary power, right?”

"Hmm? Yes, yeah?"

“Then I have another question. Although the power of Krilattini is largely responsible for the appearance of this place, I don’t believe that the superior races would not have been able to do this during such a long war. Given the frequency of their battles, such a long period of time, even if it were just a coincidence, would have been enough to see many such strange phenomena on the entire planet—why didn’t we see them?”

Jibril even went to ask the eldest sister in the tribe, but even the Skywing race, who had witnessed almost the entire war, had never heard of such a thing.

“Good question,” Xin Ke nodded and continued, “Mr. Monkey, you first need to know that this is not something that can be created by randomly digging holes or breaking through space like Miss Monster. In fact, according to common sense, such a spectacle would not occur if Krilattini self-destructed in other places.”

“There is only one reason. Although we don’t know why that fantasy species is hiding here, this area is indeed one of the important nodes for the sprite corridor to spill over to the outside world on the entire planet,” Xin Ke stretched out her arm and pointed around. “Compared to other places, the number of sprites that existed here before was already far greater.”