What if you ascend to the wrong world?

Black knee-high boots sank slightly on the water's surface, creating ripples.

At times like these...

Wouldn't it look better in high heels?

A thought inexplicably flashed through her mind.

Before long, the three approached the Tree of Life growing in the center of the lake. The elves huddled under the tree, dulled by the curse, finally noticed the approaching group.

But it took quite a while before someone reacted and slowly stood up from under the tree.

Who?

Although I've realized something's wrong.

However, their sluggish thinking is simply insufficient to support them in thinking about complex problems, let alone enabling them to make timely judgments and take appropriate actions.

It wasn't until the three of them walked across the water and stepped onto the thick tree roots that someone picked up their weapon.

The leading elf had delicate features, a tall and slender figure, wore an extremely gorgeous robe, and a crown inlaid with gemstones carved into the shapes of various plants.

In his hand he held a light green staff, like jade, with a dazzling light flowing inside.

The second seat in the Council of Life, the High Priest of the Elf race!

Compared to other elves, the curse he suffered was clearly more severe.

His skin had completely turned into wood, and he looked like a delicate puppet.

There was a grayish-white tinge on both sides of her cheeks.

However, it has already passed the stage of 'puppetization' and has begun to transform into 'stone man'.

"Who are you?" he asked blankly.

She seemed a little uneasy and nervous, just like Fina before.

Daphne stepped forward.

“I am Daphne Fairchild, Vice President of the Mage Association.”

Vice President of the Dharma Masters Association?

By the way, before the Queen left, she did indeed seek help from the Mage Guild through the Tree of Life.

However, even such a simple thought was gone in half a minute.

The surrounding elves gradually came to their senses, picked up their weapons, and looked at the three warily.

Seeing this, Daphne turned to look at Ye Tu:

Is there any way?

"Ah."

Ye Tu glanced into the depths of the Elf Forest, where wisps of gray-black mist surged, utterly out of place in the tranquil Elf Forest.

We haven't encountered anything unusual along the way.

That jade talisman...

Will one really develop a connection with the immortal path?

In a flash, Ye Tu made a decision.

The next second, the aura of divine power that surrounded him as the master of life and death dissipated.

A profound and mysterious Daoist essence, unique to the Immortal Path, quietly spread out.

Upon being struck by this energy, the woody texture on the skin of the elves beneath the tree began to fade rapidly, and their sluggish thoughts gradually returned to normal.

Whoosh!

All around, the calm water suddenly surged with waves, and a colossal will awoke from its slumber and looked toward Ye Tu.

Less than a minute.

The curses that the elves gathered under the Tree of Life suffered were completely neutralized by the profound Daoist principles.

The most significant change was to the elven high priest, who had become partially petrified. The stiff and rigid feeling had disappeared, and he had become more lively.

Looking at the three people in front of him, he bowed very solemnly.

"High Priest Niriel of the Elven race," he introduced himself first.

The elves behind him wanted to say something, but seeing how solemn the high priest was, they dared not interrupt.

"Thank you all."

"The Elven race will forever remember this kindness."

Although it is not yet clear exactly what happened.

But it was clearly thanks to the help of these people that he was able to break free from the curse and regain his normal thinking.

“Where is Alarian?” Daphne asked again.

The high priests are all here, so why isn't Alarian, the Elf Queen, here?

“Your Majesty…” Nereid paused.

"She has ventured deep into the castle to search for the source of the curse."

Did you go to the castle?

This is far too hasty!

This person really doesn't care about their own safety!

“I tried to dissuade her, but the Queen’s attitude was very firm…”

There's nothing we can do about it.

So many elves have been infected by the curse.

The Tree of Life can slow down the rate at which the curse erodes, but that's about it.

The curse will continue to worsen over time.

Given the Queen's personality, how could she possibly be content to just wait around, placing all her hopes on reinforcements while doing nothing herself?

"Moreover, I've been inside the castle once. Although the curse is very strong, it can still last for a while if you defend with all your might."

Upon hearing this, Ye Tu's heart stirred slightly.

The profound Dao essence unique to the Immortal Path that had enveloped the entire Tree of Life receded, and the divine power that ruled over life and death surged forth once more.

"You've been inside the castle?"

Neriel paused.

However, it was discovered that Her Majesty Daphne, the vice president of the Mage Association, was subtly influenced by Ye Tu.

It seems that he was the one who resolved the curse on him.

A curse that the tribe couldn't find a solution to, yet it was... in front of this person.

he……

Who is it?

A series of figures flashed through his mind, and Neriel nodded.

"Yes, I entered the castle once during the early stages of the curse."

He is a third-tier Nature Saint, corresponding to a third-tier Saint Magister, and is the highest-ranking extraordinary professional besides the Queen, a seventh-tier Saint-level professional.

There was a problem in the Elf Forest, so of course he had to investigate.

"What did you see?" Ye Tu asked again.

Now, both Irene Wetland and Daphne looked at him, somewhat surprised.

Is it just an illusion?

I had a feeling that Ye Tu seemed a little anxious when he asked that question.

"The castle was shrouded in mist, the walls were covered with oil paintings, and there was a red carpet..."

At this point, Neriel suddenly paused.

I remember it so clearly before, but now when I think back on it, everything seems so blurry.

"At the end of the red carpet was an oil painting, but I don't remember the content of the painting very clearly."

The more you try to recall, the more blurred your memory becomes.

"Is there anything else on the oil painting?" Ye Tu pressed.

On the oil painting?

Neriel was startled, and a few images flashed through his mind.

"It seems so..."

"It's a piece of jade..."

"I also overheard some things..."

Neriel frowned.

"allow……"

With just a single word, his voice suddenly became somewhat ethereal, as if it came from a very distant place, echoing and reverberating.

Ye Tu stared intently at him.

Neriel finally finished speaking.

"Permission is granted to integrate all realms."

Boom!

In the darkness, heaven and earth resonated with it, and the entire universe echoed in response.

The space around the Tree of Life seemed to be isolated, and a deep purple jade talisman, radiating boundless brilliance, manifested.

A calm and serene voice echoed from the depths of his heart, like a sigh or a recitation:

"Permission granted to integrate all realms..."

Before she finished speaking, it seemed like she said something else.

But no matter how hard they tried, they could no longer hear a single sound.

Ye Tu's heart was filled with turbulent waves.

Grant permission to integrate all realms?

Could this be referring to the 'plane fusion' that the God of Night mentioned before?

Based on previous speculations, it can be concluded that the 'plane fusion' was driven by the ancient gods.

Ancient God.

As the true pinnacle of this world, and even surpassing it by a single level, why would it need the permission of the jade talisman to begin 'plane fusion'?

Where did this jade talisman come from?

My mind was in turmoil, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

Looking once more into the depths of the Elf Forest, where wisps of gray-black mist surged, a thought arose in my mind: to disregard everything and rush straight into the castle to take a look.

It took him a long time to suppress his inner impulse.

Looking at Niriel, who was standing in front of him with a blank expression, seemingly unable to remember what he had said at all.

"I'll take you out first."

Neriel was taken aback, but quickly recovered:

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

He could make Her Majesty Daphne, an eleventh-rank Saint Archmage, submit to him.

This person is at least at the Saintly level.

"As for your queen, I will try my best to bring her back when I enter the castle later."