Myriad Devils-Chapter 249: The Elven Envoy

A genuine smile played on Anon’s lips.

The realm of Dimension Lords was separated into Entry, Secondary, Primary, and Pinnacle. If he had the strength of an Entry-Level Dimension Lord before, this was at the very bottom of the barrel amongst Entry-Level Dimension Lords.

But now, to find an Entry-Level Dimension Lord across the vast cosmic space capable of dominating a confrontation against him was akin to searching for a needle in a haystack at night.

One must understand, he had not even begun seeking cosmic providence since entering the cosmic space, no... he hadn’t even left the starting village, but he was already approaching the pinnacle of existence.

The more he thought of it, the more frightening it was to him.

This could be a blessing or a calamity in disguise.

It was especially foreboding since the first actual cosmic threat he faced was an Overlord...

Anon pinched his chin.

The mysteries of the world did not evade his gaze, so he accurately deduced, "It would take another sixty-three years to arrive at the nearest cosmic vessel with a star emblem, and four hundred and eighty years after that to arrive in the Eternal Antiquity Prime region..."

He would naturally borrow a star-embellished cosmic vessel, but even through the Star Threading Pathway, it would take another four hundred and eighty years.

One must understand that cosmic vessels were machine-type treasures, and between cosmic treasures, there was always going to be higher and lower quality.

Leren’s machine-type treasure was of a higher grade than the closest machine-type treasure with the star emblem to his location.

But Leren was dead, and much less the cosmic vessel, the entirety of planet Eldara was gone.

By the time he arrived in the Elven Territory, he would’ve already completed more than half of his otherworldly consolidation.

Maybe that was a good thing.

One must understand that when he arrived, it was with the purpose of diplomatic allegiance, and more so, acquiring an omniscient existence.

Hmmm...?

He suddenly hummed, and he leapt into the Domain of Dreams.

Though the Domain of Dreams was an alternate space that mirrored the cosmic space, the Supreme realm was also something like that; however, he could not use the Supreme realm to switch between spaces across the cosmic space... similarly, he could not use the Domain of Dreams to traverse distances in the cosmic space.

Principles made up the very fundamentals of the cosmic space, and to bypass these fundamental principles... even Overlords found it troublesome for themselves, much less making it possible for other existences.

However, he did not enter the Domain of Dreams concerning the matter of his travels.

The dream form and the true body had a connection between dimensional spaces, hence the two shared thoughts, and the dream form could not exist for long without this connection.

So when he had killed those otherworldly knights, their dream forms in the Domain of Dreams would’ve not only explained the situation to the dream form of other otherworldly creatures across the Domain of Dreams, but they would’ve also died shortly after.

However, once the true body existed, even an Overlord could not kill the dream form that resided within the Domain of Dreams... unless, of course, it was the Weaver of Dreams herself.

But if she were so presumptuous and the race did not show care to the weak, how could the Human species ever remain one of the dominant races for forty-six cosmic cycles?

Traversing between dimensional spaces through the connection with his dream form, Anon manifested within the Domain of Dreams, already sitting on his throne.

His figure was a billion miles tall, and his throne was even larger.

In the Nine Rivers Esoteric World, a complex entity respectfully stood in wait outside the palace of Humanity’s Young Lord. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

Though this entity was much more powerful than Anon himself, there was not the slightest bit of arrogance on their face.

The Elven race was a race of beautiful creatures.

Humans were essentially the spirit of creation, and the Elven race was the spirit of nature. They were beautiful inwardly, just as much as they were beautiful outwardly.

Their bodies were molded by the World Tree for nine hundred years.

Ninety years after the molding of their bodies was completed, the World Tree would blow a soul into their outward shell.

Finally, once the soul, blown into their bodies, gestated for nine years, the soul would give birth to a consciousness.

The Elven race was essentially the pinnacle of beauty amongst the Human species. Different tribes amongst the Elven race appeared in different forms.

For example, the Fey Elves and Moon Elves were known to be genderless, whereas the Light Elves were inherently feminine beauties.

The Dark Elves were enchanting and ambiguous, embodying both traits.

The Earth Elves were sturdy and robust, assuming more masculine forms, and so were the Sun Elves, who were predominantly males.

In the end, however, upon transcending mortality, gender was a meaningless concept. With eternity at one’s side, there was no desire for reproduction.

Marriage was an unlikely concept amongst otherworldly existence, unless these were couples prior to mortal transcendence.

Those who sought after reproductive acts were naturally those who plundered strength through those acts...

The Young Lord was one.

To him, all beautiful otherworldly creatures were resources that should fall for his divinity, and they should worship him.

To him, true divinity was to be worshipped by the divinely beautiful, and all beautiful things should worship him, the most beautiful, the most angelic, the most divine.

As for the lesser ones...

Even the less alluring ingredients were useful.

One had planet Eldara as an example.

Though he would not mingle with them, because they were disgusting... and because they were disgusting, he looked down on them with disgust; there was no reason not to use them to spread his ungodly nature.

The more his ungodly nature spread, the more ungodly power could be unearthed from his chaos blood... naturally, the more power he held, the more pleased his mood would be.

If there came a time when his ungodly nature spread all across the cosmic space, then the cosmic space would become no more than his own world.

He would become the absolute lord of this world.

"Enter..." Anon’s magnetic voice resounded across the entirety of the Nine Rivers Esoteric Worlds.

Stepping into the Young Lord’s palace was an ethereal figure with a face that was finely sculpted by the World Tree.

He had high cheekbones and a delicate jawline, and his eyes were a mesmerizing shade of violet, sparkling with ancient wisdom and compassion.

His elongated, pointed ears were adorned with intricate earrings that caught the light, twinkling with otherworldly energy.

Flowing like silver moonlight, his long, straight hair cascaded down his back, reflecting a soft luminescence.

With faint hints of iridescent colors at its tips, it could mesmerize anyone.

As a Moon Elf, he was inherently genderless, only referred to as He/His/Him, as a sign of respect.

Elandriel’s presence filled the chamber with an almost palpable serenity.

As he stood gracefully, the silvery fabric of his flowing robes shimmered in the light, casting a soft glow that illuminated the room.

"Elandriel, envoy of the Elven race, greets the High Honored." His calm voice wrapped around the young lord like a soothing balm, each word enunciated with an ethereal melody.

His slender fingers, cupped delicately in greeting, radiated elegance.

"I send salutations to you, oh Young Lord," Elandriel continued, his eyes shimmering with the radiance of a cosmic sky.

Anon felt an immediate sense of peace and assurance in Elandriel’s company, a feeling that transcended mere words.

He unknowingly leaned toward Elandriel, this envoy.

Though he did not speak, the divinity in his eyes spoke wonders...

Anon pondered aloud, "I wonder why the Elven race has sent a Primary-Level Dimension Lord such as yourself to grace me with your presence?"

Primary-Level Dimension Lord?!

One must understand, a Primary-Level Dimension Lord was absolutely amongst the pinnacle of existence within the cosmic space.

Forget Pinnacle Dimension Lords, because that was a delicate and obscure matter, similar to Overlords; the Primary-Level Dimension Lord was equivalent to ’a strongest existence.’

What was ’a strongest existence?’

Those were existences that had touched upon the cosmic limits, so they could not display any greater strength, because what they displayed was the greatest strength.

If the cosmic limit of speed was lightspeed, and Anon could move at lightspeed, it was only because every Dimension Lord could, even Entry-Level Dimension Lords.

But to display power at the cosmic limit was umpteenth times more complex a matter.

A Primary-Level Dimension Lord could survive a confrontation with an Overlord.

Understand that, although Overlords were actively suppressed by the cosmic consciousness, the very nature of their power was fundamentally different in comparison to the realm of the Dimension Lord.

Even if they utilized the same level of strength, there was a gap in dimensionality, meaning that it was still possible for an Overlord to kill a Primary-Level Dimension Lord who could display a similar strength.

That was an Overlord.

The fact that a Primary-Level Dimension Lord could even confront one simply showed how brilliant they were.

And now, one appeared before him?

He could not help but wonder whether the Elven race planned to reject his efforts in forming diplomatic relations.

Even if this envoy said that they had no intentions of aligning themselves under the Human banner, effectively causing Anon’s first-ever Humanitarian mission to end in failure, could the Young Lord really be so arrogant as to reveal his anger...?

Certainly not in the face of a Primary-Level Dimension Lord...

This was why they sent one.