Elf: Is the bear apprentice the weakest? I'll shatter the sky with my fists.

The Snowstorm Horse attempted to breathe ice to rescue Wuji Tai, but its throat was tightly bound by the energy tentacles that suddenly split off from Wuji Tai.

"hateful......"

The Spirit Horse neighed in agony, and the eerie blue flames grew weaker and weaker under the corrosive effects of the venom.

The skeletal body of Mugentana hung high in the air, its spine glowing with a blinding red light.

It looked down at the two dying steeds, a dull tremor emanating from the core of its throat:

"Give up."

Chapter 544 The King of Filling in the Holes is Here!

"Come on!"

The shrub's voice suddenly boomed in Eileen's ears, filled with an unprecedented urgency.

Before she could react, the emerald green vines coiled around her waist like serpents.

Cosmogu cried out in alarm in her arms, and the laurel wreath on his head suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

In her final moments of consciousness, Eileen only saw—

The rabbi's emerald-like body was glowing as if it were burning;

On the other side of the ice crystal barrier, the mournful cry of the Spirit Horse, its head raised, was distorted into slow motion;

The entire secret realm began to collapse like a shattered mirror;

And...the snow-white figure gradually fading away within that emerald pillar of light that pierced the heavens and earth.

When Eileen opened her eyes again, she saw the swaying shadows of trees.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the oak leaves, the fragrance of the forest replaces the scent of ice and snow, and the sound of a babbling brook drifts from afar.

Cosmogu was nestled against her chest, the star-shaped markings on his little head slightly warm.

"Phew... I'm so tired..."

The shrub's small body slumped in the pile of fallen leaves, his once emerald-green skin now tinged with the yellowish hue of withered leaves.

Its transparent wings drooped limply, with tiny cracks already appearing at the edges, and scattered fluorescent powder fell with each breath.

It turned its head with difficulty and looked at Eileen, who was still unconscious.

The laurel wreath on the girl's head gleamed softly, reflecting the anxious, trembling eyelashes.

Cosmogu curled up in the crook of her neck, the nebula-like patterns flickering in and out.

"At least... part of the secret realm was preserved..."

The rabbi's voice was as weak as a candle flickering in the wind.

It raised its trembling little hand and pointed to the distance.

The air there was strangely distorted, and the afterimage of the Ice Crystal Temple could be vaguely seen floating in the void.

The cracks on his wings suddenly spread, and Celebi curled up in pain: "This time... I really will be... asleep for a long time..."

After speaking, the shurab's body was gradually enveloped in an amber-colored cocoon of light, and his last words disappeared into the morning mist of the forest.

"Before you wake up...you must...stay alive..."

......

......

Twenty-four hours later.

Eileen regained consciousness.

The rift leading to the secret realm flickered before Eileen's eyes like a dying candle.

As if drawn by some force, Eileen staggered toward the spatial ripple that was about to dissipate.

The crown suddenly became hot and burst out with a dazzling blue light the instant it touched the crack.

In an instant, the biting cold wind replaced the warmth of the forest.

The secret realm before us has been completely transformed.

The pristine white snow was corroded into a purplish-black swamp, and the glistening icicles twisted and hung down like melting candles.

In the distance, the ruins of the Crown Temple are half-buried in the poisonous snow.

The figures of the Spirit Horse and the Snowstorm Horse appeared on the mountain ridge.

Their once shimmering manes are now dull and lifeless, and their dark blue and frosty white bodies are covered with horrifying burn marks.

The two divine steeds simply watched Eileen in silence, neither neighing nor approaching.

In the wind and snow, their blood-stained hoofprints came to an abrupt end at the edge of the poisonous swamp.

It's like an invisible boundary.

"When poison permeates abundance, when all glory withers away, even if heaven and earth collapse, the ruler of the throne will ultimately shatter illusions and return." (See Chapter 453 for details)

Eileen's lips trembled slightly as she repeatedly savored the prophecy she had glimpsed in the fragments of time.

She held Cosmogu tightly in her arms as she stepped across the purplish-black swamp.

In the heart of this hidden realm, a pristine snowfield has been miraculously preserved.

The snow here is still glistening, and the hexagonal ice crystals refract rainbow-like halos under the sunlight.

Eileen knelt in the middle of the snow, her fingertips touching the remnants of thorns hidden beneath the snow.

Those branches that once pierced through the gods have now transformed into glistening ice sculptures.

The snow-covered plain was silent, save for the howling of the cold wind.

Kneeling before the frozen thicket of thorns, Eileen stretched out her fingers, her fingertips gently tracing the glistening ice spikes.

"Little Nebula, be a good boy/girl..."

Eileen whispered, then stood up unsteadily and dragged her battered body toward the ruins of the temple.

Then, a stone tablet was erected.

Each piece of obsidian was soaked with her sweat, and by the time the last stone tablet was erected, her fingernails were already cracked, filled with ice shards and bloodstains.

Click...

The bitten fingertip hung above the stone tablet, the trail of blood dripping down resembling the fine lines of rubies under the light.

As Eileen wrote stroke by stroke, the words actually took root and sprouted on the surface of the ice crystals.

Abundance rests here

Its flesh and blood transformed into fertile soil

Its breath is like a spring breeze.

When the stars weep

New shoots will eventually break through the soil (see Chapter 465 for details).

As the last stroke was made, the entire snowfield suddenly trembled slightly.

A faint cracking sound came from the frozen soil beneath the stone monument, and a tender green sprout pierced through the ice, gently touching Eileen's bloodied fingertip...

Then, Eileen's body slowly slid down beside the stone tablet, her forehead pressed against the cold surface.

Her breathing gradually became steady, and the ice crystals on her eyelashes shimmered in the moonlight.

Cosmog floated gently to her side, and the nebula-like patterns suddenly swirled rapidly.

It nuzzled Eileen's cheek with its round head, its body radiating dazzling starlight.

Space began to distort.

The next second, Eileen's figure appeared in the remaining inner chamber of the Crown Temple.

“Mogu…”

The small nebula emitted a faint hum, hovering beneath the temple's dome.

The remaining light energy within it flowed out like a trickle, weaving a web of starlight among the broken walls and ruins.

Where the starlight touched, the cracks in the obsidian began to heal slowly, and the poisonous snow piled up outside the threshold but could not penetrate it even a little.

As the last ray of starlight merged into the temple pillars, Cosmog, exhausted, fell limply onto Erin's chest.

Outside the temple, the blizzard suddenly intensified, enveloping the entire temple in a crystalline cocoon.

Deep within this hidden realm, unseen by anyone, a tender sprout piercing through the ice is growing slowly but steadily...

Time flies like an arrow; a hundred years pass in the blink of an eye in this secret realm.

When the outside world finally detected the energy fluctuations of the Spirit Realm, the barrier at the mountain peak remained an enigma shrouded in a veil.

Until one snowy night, a black-haired boy entered the secret realm.

"Wake up!"

The shrub's emerald green figure paced anxiously around Eileen's pillow, its wings flapping and creating fine dust of light.

"The chosen one has arrived!"

Without a word, it pulled aside the silk quilt and magically produced a set of modern clothes.

Before Eileen could react, she was pinned to the dressing table by Celebi's telekinesis.

"I've done everything I could for you. He's a good boy, you absolutely have to win him over!"

"Wait! I haven't—"

Eileen's protests came to an abrupt halt as the shrine priest used vines to push her out of the temple and into the outside world.

The ice crystal gate, which had remained closed for a century, suddenly burst open.

She stood behind the boy in the wind and snow.

Watching the other person's retreating figure, Eileen cleared her throat and whispered:

"Young man, move forward!" (See Chapter 457 for details)

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Chapter 545 Return to the Water City Secret Realm

In reality, Eileen's voice gradually lowered, as soft as falling snowflakes.

She snuggled closer to Li Chen, the cool tips of her hair brushing against his chin.

"How about it?"

Eileen tilted her head back and chuckled softly, "I secretly peeked at you a lot in the Celebi's Time Fragments~"

After Eileen finished telling her story, Li Chen twirled a strand of her blonde hair with his fingers, his brows furrowing slightly: "So... the 'Eileen' who guided me outside the secret realm..."

"It was the rabbi who transformed."

Eileen suddenly revealed her little tiger teeth and snuggled close to his neck like a cat stealing fish.

Warm breath brushed against my skin, followed by a slight stinging sensation.

A clear tooth mark was left beside her neck, surrounded by a faint golden glow.

Eileen's fingertips traced the mark, watching with satisfaction as it blended into her skin.

After doing all that, Eileen felt a little sleepy.

She curled up in Li Chen's arms, her breathing gradually becoming long and even, her fingers still clutching the hem of Li Chen's clothes, like a child who had found a home.

"This divine messenger..."

Jekrom's whisper resonated directly in Li Chen's mind, the dragon wings whistling as they sliced ​​through the clouds, "But the first divine messenger who existed from the very beginning of the first annihilation-level secret realm."

Li Chen's hand hovered over Eileen's forehead, his fingertips gleaming with a faint golden light as he gently combed through her loose golden hair.