MC's career as foreign lord

All the abyss monsters were locked in bitter fighting. Even though they outnumbered these gods' subordinates several times over, they received no buffs here and even had to worry about hostility from the astral plane.

This design was also very interesting, after all, every world has all kinds of world wills. Among them, the most powerful was neither the main world nor the abyss, but this starry sky world that seemed to have nothing and no special effects.

As a world where all time has stopped, this world possesses a power that almost all gods dare not provoke, the power of the graveyard of the gods. It was precisely because of this that the well-known evil gods and the more famous abyss lords wisely chose to avoid this battle, with only some abyss lords of lesser stature choosing to participate.

So they were also very tragically targeted. This was one of the most explosive appearances of the Siderean gods. Of course, someone would have to be responsible for this incident. Whether it was the mage suspended high in the sky, or the demons who came to this world, or even the abyss worlds that participated in this invasion, they would all suffer countless reprisals from the elven gods.

This time, after they had recovered from the pressure of the invasion and confirmed that their people were completely safe, Corellon turned his attention to those evil gods who wanted to sneak away.

The gods of the elven race all had their own tasks. They were exterminating the demons, and without hesitation, blasting them directly into the most basic energy fragments, and then throwing them into this city.

Zhou Ren was speechless. It seemed that using demons as an energy source was not his patent. These gods seemed very happy doing this!

No wonder this city didn't have any basic energy, but it was able to emit such a brilliant and attractive light, as well as such a shocking radiance in the astral plane!

It seemed that these tens of millions of demons had not done anything good. This thing of providing energy, isn't that a great good thing?

The picture continued to play. No wonder a whole stone was used for storage, not only because of the large amount of pictures and history, but also because of this very dazzling new event that was revealed.

After all, gods should not appear in any records. Except for the religious sects, all regional records of the gods' images are considered violations. Perhaps the person who spreads it will be fine, but the local religious sects will inevitably receive severe reprimands.

Moreover, this method of performing divine magic has extremely high research significance in the eyes of legendary mages, not only to study the habits of the gods, but also to study the degree of influence of this method on the laws.

This may be even more important for legendary mages who are eager for promotion every day. After all, a little knowledge about energy manipulation may change their dream future.

The following picture also explained why there would be scenes of gods dying, but not being recorded. Those evil gods also belong to gods. They are recognized by the world and possess all the characteristics of gods.

But this time their group invasion seemed to have angered the will of the astral plane. It silently closed the way to transfer to other areas of this world. Even those mages who entered the world through soul projection found that they had lost contact with their real bodies.

Then, after the evil gods discovered that they could not escape, they were met with a head-on blow from the Siderean gods. All kinds of god-slaying spells that did not require judgment were thrown over almost without money.

Compared with the mages who need to consider the use and amount of use, the gods are truly willful. They are not people who use the magic net, they use divine power, and they will not be affected by anything related to the magic net.

Therefore, they release skills more wantonly, use items more arrogantly, and the attacks they launch are naturally more terrifying. Those evil gods have almost no serious resistance, and they have no ability to resist such terrifying attacks. After all, if they could become Greater Gods, who would be forcibly classified as Evil Gods?

Even the so-called God of Tyranny, Bane, is at most called a tyrant, and no one dares to put him in the ranks of evil gods. This is the power of a Greater God!

Although Corellon is often called the shame of the Greater Gods, after all, this guy likes to mess around everywhere, and he doesn't care about winning or losing in fights, but once he gets angry, the divine power and the projection of the divine kingdom he summons are enough to crush all these evil gods.

In this way, the final war also came to an end. Only less than 1/3 of the elves were left to start rebuilding on this ruin. This is the city they are now seeing, the final composition of the elven race, the final head of administration, and the last castle of the elven race, Silvermoon City.

"It's really a sigh-worthy story!" Zhou Ren said, "I think I have roughly guessed what Corellon wants to discuss with me when he invites me to the elven kingdom?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the three elves suddenly shut up. Zhou Ren was a kind of being approved by the gods, of course, he could be called that, but if they dared to take the lead at this time, it would be terrible.

Zhou Ren shook his head boringly, and the idea of ​​wanting to stroll around the street also dissipated, and he quietly wandered around the stone twice, tapping it twice.

"It's really a delightful discovery!" He said, "Since everything can be revealed tomorrow, then let's wait until tomorrow to talk about it!"

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Zhou Ren was still very curious, why is there still a very strict schedule in the astral plane, which clearly does not feel time?

How exactly do they distinguish the time flow of the main world? He doesn't feel hunger here, nor does he feel the passage of time, and even his body doesn't change in any way. In this frozen time, it seems that only those things in the main world can evoke their thoughts.

"Time does not exist here. The passage of time takes place between the main universes, so we will time through the passage between the main universe and here. Every time the passage flashes, it means that a period of time has passed in this world!" Shia said.

The two were now preparing to walk towards the teleportation gate, because the high-level elves were already ready on the other side of the teleportation gate. This time they were going to a private plane unique to the elves. There, he would plant his first Tree of Life outside his field.

This is where the real requirements of the elves lie. For the current elves, the most urgent task has never been anything else, but to allow their race to have the possibility of continuing for another ten thousand years.

After a Tree of Life comes out, all ideas about Zhou Ren are overturned at the same time. They must ensure that this guy can live to countless years after he reaches the legal age.

The Elves currently have no way to solve the problem of the Tree of Life, and it's estimated they won't have a solution in the future either. No matter when, they likely won't find a way. Even the gods can't provide a solution, so Zhou Ren's appearance is their last hope.

Therefore, when he arrived in this area, he didn't see just one or two people to greet him, but rather many elves standing before him, as if waiting for him to get to work.

Hundreds of people surrounded him like that, which really startled him. These high-ranking officials or strong individuals of the Elven race stood in a circle in the small world, while in front of the teleportation portal was a piece of land that seemed to have been carefully cultivated.

"The seed is in my hand. Do you see what kind of preparations still need to be made?" Even the Elven Queen, watching the live broadcast for the first time, seemed very excited, handing Zhou Ren something that looked like a pine nut.

"Plant it directly?" Zhou Ren asked. With so many people watching him, he seemed a little nervous for a moment.

But seeing the solemn scene of everyone around, he thought it wouldn't be good to say something to lighten the atmosphere, so he held back. He didn't know if planting it like this would be successful, but since other areas in the territory without rule coverage could be planted, there shouldn't be any difference now.

So he directly buried the seed in the soil, and then poured down a bag of bone meal. This wasn't some exclusive secret recipe, because the planting of the Tree of Life requires a lot of energy, or rather, nutrients. The fastest way to provide that is of course bone meal.

As a special product of MC, this bone meal not only has the effect of accelerating plant growth, but also has the function of cultivating the soil. All the soil sprinkled with bone meal will become particularly fertile and lush, enough for the Tree of Life to grow to its juvenile stage.

After the juvenile stage, the Tree of Life can obtain the nutrients it needs by cultivating life. This initial period will be the most difficult time for it to get through.

"Is this the special material that can make the Tree of Life grow?" An elderly elf, disregarding the crowd's obstruction, suddenly ran out from the middle, stroking the soil on the ground with some cherish, wanting to touch the white powder.

"It is and it isn't," Zhou Ren said. "Even if you use this powder, you won't be able to succeed. Only Shia and I can succeed here!"

As he spoke, he handed another bag of bone meal to the Elf Princess, and then had her plant another Tree of Life on the other side. On his side, a small sapling grew out, and he heard the exclamations of the surrounding elves.

You must know that the main reason why the Elven race has no way to cultivate the Tree of Life is that their seeds never grow. Even if the seed's vitality is strong, even if there are no problems from its growth to its planting, once it is taken out of the soil, it becomes a dead seed.

Zhou Ren knew that this was actually a characteristic of the Tree of Life. It cultivates vitality, even at the cost of sacrificing its own life, and the seed has only a little vitality, which is naturally sucked dry at once.

Many people in the Elven race actually know this, but there is a particularly important point in the growth characteristics of the Tree of Life, which is that it cannot be interfered with by other creatures. If it could really be interfered with so easily, and the Tree of Life could be planted, presumably no one in the entire Elven race would not do it.

But for tens of thousands of years, no one has succeeded, which shows that the probability of this happening does not exist. And today, under their very eyes, a miracle that no one had expected has quietly appeared!

Even in the ancient records, the growth of the Tree of Life is not achieved overnight. They need to go through a fairly long childhood and a fairly long adolescence before they can successfully emerge from the soil after several years.

This is still a very smooth situation. In the most prosperous period of the Silver Moon race, they needed to pick tens of thousands of seeds and pray that a few of them could successfully grow.

This kind of rapid, one-time growth can produce tens of thousands of seeds, and scatter them all out. Whether these seeds would be frequently collected and sown to farther places was in order to create a huge life in other regions that could protect their world.

This makes their current Elven Empire have a particularly large territory, and the degree of guarding is also particularly strong. In the absence of attacks from similar races, they can even guard until the end of time.

But similarly, this matter is not without any cost. For the elves, the cost is a bit too heavy.

After enjoying the advantages of the Tree of Life's growth period for a period of time, they also experienced a painful period of nearly ten thousand years without any seeds growing.

You must know that they were even so anxious that they ran over to ask Corellon directly. What kind of despair is this? Especially when their god tells them that even he is powerless, I am afraid that this despair has reached a very extreme level.

What they can support is more from the kind of unyielding thinking in their bones, rather than their current strength, so in addition to a group of old scholars running up to ask questions, more elves have joy in their eyes, or even more of a kind of emotion.

How can they not be moved? The problem that the entire Elven race has not solved for tens of thousands of years is being removed and presented one by one in the hands of this young man. The ancient tree that they regard as life is also slowly awakening and exuding a different kind of vitality from the hands of the young man at this moment. What a moving situation is this?

Some elderly elves even made low sobbing sounds. This is a glimmer of hope that they have finally looked forward to in tens of thousands of years of despair. Even if the hope is still very weak now, it is indeed the only way to make the Tree of Life grow.

They slowly shook their heads and left, seeming very satisfied with today's events, and did not want to stay and continue watching Zhou Ren and the race's negotiations. For them, the things of their own race belong to their own race, so what if each race has a little less, as long as there are more Trees of Life, the hope for the Elven race to continue to live will become even greater.

Suddenly, only a few people were left on the scene, still studying the strange Tree of Life and bone meal. The rest were the leaders of the three races. They looked at each other, and the fear in their eyes appeared once again, and at the same time, there was even more vigorous fighting spirit.