Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 412 - 397: Cracked Wall

After Blood of Tyranny and the five Grandmasters left a distance, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

They looked at Zhou Leng.

What is the relationship between Blood of Tyranny and Zhou Leng?

Zhou Leng looked helpless, thinking to himself that this senior brother was truly troublesome, wanting to find an excuse to kill the Demon, couldn’t he pick someone else?

The Giant Bear Druid on the side didn’t understand but was greatly shocked.

Drinking with the Mountain River Celestial Peak, chatting with the Tree-man Elder, now even receiving a gift from Blood of Tyranny.

"Cold-faced Succubus..." he murmured softly.

Cyan Flame and Vigorous Root and others burst into laughter.

Silver Lake Moon covered her mouth, giggling.

The Tree-man Grandmaster also looked at Zhou Leng in surprise, and the Flourishing Staff said, "We can’t let the Ancient Heart of Life be lost like this. You all must leave at once, we... we’ll track Blood of Tyranny."

The four Grandmasters rushed toward that passage.

Everyone looked at Zhou Leng.

Many people’s Magic Spirit Bags were still at their feet.

Everyone had an illusion that the Magic Spirit Bags at their feet and that pile of Giant Dragon remains theoretically belonged to Zhou Leng.

Zhou Leng looked at the Giant Dragon remains, even with the Grandmasters’ belongings, it couldn’t be that bad, especially since there were still quite a few Ancient Tree Fossils.

For Blood of Tyranny, many of these things were no longer useful, but for himself, they were priceless treasures.

Zhou Leng walked to the center of the underground palace to collect the Black Dragon remains.

While collecting, he thought to himself, as expected of a Grandmaster, even the leftovers far exceeded his imagination.

There were several kinds of Innate Magic Potions, and even two bottles of the Dragon Race’s Grandmaster advancement supplements.

The Dragon Race’s Grandmaster advancement supplements were not about money but whether they could be bought, clearly, Blood of Tyranny deliberately left them behind.

There were also many Innate Dragon Blood, Innate Dragon Meat, and Innate Dragon Bone, all stored in demonized containers.

Zhou Leng recalled the Wind of Grey Steel, who also ambushed and feasted on a fellow Giant Dragon, it seems to be a fine tradition of the Dragon Race.

In addition, there were miscellaneous treasures from various races, even Demon Artifacts and Demon Spirit Artifacts, which he couldn’t use himself.

There was a "Treasure Bag" filled with shiny, beautiful treasures.

Star Conchs, over five thousand of them, nearly half of all his Star Conchs.

Gold, magic diamonds, high-energy gemstones, and so much more.

After quickly collecting them, Zhou Leng marveled, a master is indeed different, casually hunting a wild beast made him abundantly filled.

Zhou Leng turned around and walked back.

Now, almost everyone on the scene, whether forest tribes or the Demon Alliance, looked at Zhou Leng with a hint of gratitude.

The Magic Spirit Bags at their feet returned to their waists.

Aiden looked at Zhou Leng, unsure whether to express gratitude.

Shen Jun touched the regained Magic Spirit Bag, thinking to himself, Lord Leng is awesome.

As Zhou Leng walked, he spoke to Vigorous Root ahead, "Let’s go. After we return, I want to use magic diamonds and high-energy gemstones to exchange for some high-energy shells from you, how about that?"

"No problem, if you like, you can take them," Vigorous Root replied.

The Tree-man Race was very willing to give high-energy shells as gifts to friends.

Zhou Leng suddenly raised his arm.

The number 8003 on it began to heat up.

Suddenly, the ground shook, and then the entire palace began to tremble.

"Let’s go." At this time, Zhou Leng also disregarded any Ancient Tree Fossils and turned around, rushing toward the nearest passageway.

Except for a very few still hesitating, most people, like Zhou Leng, fled quickly.

Swish...

All the passageways revealed blue curtains of light.

The underground palace was sealed.

Zhou Leng was less than a meter from the curtain of light, kicked the ground, causing dust to fly, and stopped in front of the light curtain.

"Oh no..."

"Will we be trapped here..."

Many people cried lightly, looking around.

Crunch... Crunch...

Everyone looked toward the sound as the surface of the Mother Tree mural cracked gradually.

Crackling...

The mural pieces peeled off and fell to the ground.

Behind the mural appeared a blue curtain of light similar to the passageways, but with a black vortex in the center.

An ancient voice sounded in the opening, speaking in a melodious ancient elf language, with rise and fall as if it were poetry.

Elves, Tree-men, and Zhou Leng understood it.

The other people were puzzled.

Cyan Flame looked at his teammates.

Vigorous Root sighed, "That person said that those of the Elf Bloodline can enter the Elven Gate to explore the unknown. It should be a treasured place left by the ancient elves or something, unrelated to us."

Zhou Leng looked at Silver Lake Moon.

Silver Lake Moon whispered, "You might have a chance, you can try."

The Demon Warlock beside Aiden slightly understood the elf language.

A few demons discussed, and quickly ran over, dashing toward the giant Elven Gate.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

All the demons hit it like a wall and were bounced back, almost falling.

Aiden, unconvinced, walked to the Elven Gate and reached out to touch it.

It felt like touching cold glass.

No matter how he tried, he couldn’t pass through.

"Let me try." The Giant Bear Druid rushed over, the massive white bear crashed into it, flew backward, and rolled a few times on the ground, dizzy.

"Curse you, bear..." he muttered clan curses as he stood up, dazed.

Everyone laughed.

"This Monument of Bear Mountain..." Vigorous Root shook his head and said.

The Monument of Bear Mountain wobbled back and said, "Our druids have been on friendly terms with the elves for generations. If I can’t do it, none of you non-elves can either."

At this moment, other elves from different places walked to the Elf Gate, as if entering a water membrane, vanished within.

The tree-men also tried, but couldn’t enter.

"Let me try," Zhou Leng walked towards the Elf Gate.

The Monument of Bear Mountain, defying disbelief, said: "If you can get in, I’ll serve as your guard just like these elves. I don’t believe you can enchant the dead Elf King."

Zhou Leng walked to the Elf Gate, reached out his hand, and passed through without any hindrance.

"I’m going in first," Zhou Leng stepped in and entered.

Everyone looked at the Monument of Bear Mountain.

"What kind of miraculous constitution is this?" The Monument of Bear Mountain was in a daze.

Silver Lake Moon led the other elves in.

People from other races looked at each other and began trying to enter repeatedly, all failing.

Cyan Flame used transformation magic, a transformation ring, tried various magic artifacts, all to no avail.

He sighed deeply and said, "No, can’t get in. It still has to be Zhou Leng, who can deceive even the power of the Elf King."

"This human is really uncanny, even the dead fall for his enchantment." The Monument of Bear Mountain frowned deeply, standing with two furry forearms crossed in front of his chest.

"Don’t forget, you’ve promised to be Zhou Leng’s guard."

"Let’s discuss it later," the Monument of Bear Mountain replied gloomily.

Not far away, Aiden quietly asked Shen Jun, "He knows Mountain River Celestial Peak, knows the Tree-man Elder, knows the Blood of Tyranny, I can reluctantly understand, but how can he enter the Elf Gate? Could it be he has elf blood? Even the Four-sided Duke couldn’t guess he could go in, right?"

Shen Jun said, "Only two possibilities: his ancestors truly had elf blood, or he obtained some sort of elf identity."

"How does he know the Blood of Tyranny?"

"Probably related to the Ancient River Sect."

"Do you think if we killed him, the Blood of Tyranny would trouble us?"

Shen Jun was silent for a while, then said, "Not specifically for revenge, but if we run into him by chance, it’s certain he’d kill us on the spot."

"So I can’t touch him from now on?"

Shen Jun thought to himself quietly, I never dared to touch him before either.

Aiden said, "Jax has a good relationship with him, I’ll ask later. My cousin’s judgment is quite good. I must admit, without him, our treasures would have all ended up with the Demons." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"Yes, indeed."

Zhou Leng passed through the Elf Gate, and a palace identical to the previous one appeared ahead.

The difference was that the mural of the Mother Tree here was more exquisite, more historical, not rough stone, but intricately carved like jade.

There was no Ancient Heart of Life on it.

Zhou Leng took out the photograph of the previous Mother Tree mural for comparison, finding it contained many details that were not present before.

For example, under the Mother Tree on this mural, there were no elves, only tree-men standing there.

Above the Mother Tree, additional stars twinkled faintly like gemstones.

As Zhou Leng looked at those stars, he felt a sense of familiarity, somewhat reminiscent of stargazing from Ancient River Sect’s Observing Heaven Mountain.

Even the shadow of Ceres within the Will Space trembled slightly.

The power of the Undying Star Body was stirring restlessly.

"Interesting..."

Zhou Leng thought to himself, moving forward with the other elves.

Silver Lake Moon asked, "Do you know this place?"

All the elves shook their heads.

Some elves were from other places and didn’t know Zhou Leng before, looking at the Duke’s Crown atop his head with puzzlement.

Silver Lake Moon said, "The outside hall seems to be an imitation of this place; here is the real one."

Everyone nodded lightly.

Suddenly, the mural of the Mother Tree emitted a glow.

The heavy voice of the ancient tree-man language, like singing an epic, echoed.

The elves understood only half of it, but Zhou Leng heard it clearly.

This was not an Elf Treasure at all, but the treasure land of the ancient Tree-man Race.

The voice said that this place was called ’Starlink Cave’, and if you were a tree-man, you could enter directly.

If you were an affiliated race of the tree-men, only one person could enter.

If you were neither, then the Starlink Cave would close.

Though the elves only half-understood, they pieced together the rough meaning.

Their expressions were thoroughly fascinating, reflecting an indescribable sense of defeat.

Silver Lake Moon sighed softly.

As it turned out, the elves were not truly a noble race, but merely vassals of the Tree-man Race.

It was just that the elves, through learning from the tree-men and excavating ancient tree-man powers, prospered particularly during that period, eventually replacing the tree-men.

Zhou Leng turned his head to look at the Elf Gate behind him, guessing the general process.

The ancient Elf King discovered this place.

But to prevent the tree-men from becoming too powerful, they constructed a false mural cave, deliberately blocking tree-men outside and only allowing elves to enter.

As such, no tree-man could enter, but at least one elf could.

Over countless years, the tree-men may have lost millions, even tens of millions of masters because of this.

Although elves could only gain a few hundred, even a few thousandths of the benefits, it was better than getting nothing.

In the short term, it seemed like a good thing for the Elves.

The downfall of the tree-men led to the rise of giant insects, eventually resulting in the destruction of the Elf Empire, and now, the entire Tree-man World is in a crisis of extinction.

Zhou Leng sighed softly. If the Tree-man World truly perished, it would not be at the hands of giant insects or tree-men, but the elves.

After getting out, I’ll tell this to the tree-men. Helping allies is a duty.

The ancient tree-man language resounded once again, and everyone listened attentively.