Lu Zhiyu walked on a path in the forest, through the gloomy Forest of Taker, and saw the City of Elves in the distance, which was directly under the sun.
However, what attracted Lu Zhiyu the most was not the magnificent City of Elves, but the large farmland and flower fields outside the city, as well as the tree shepherds who were shuttling between the flower fields and the farmland. These tree shepherds, who were more than 20 meters tall, were like dancers in the fields. Their heavy and huge bodies were able to jump between the fields with ease. With a wave of their hands, large patches of seeds were scattered, and large tracts of farmland were harvested.
Some of the tree shepherds were sprinkling water, while others were weeding. Each had their own duties. The fields outside Sylve, which seemed to stretch into the sky, were planted, cultivated, and harvested by the tree shepherds.
"Hey! Stop! Where did you come from … "
"What did I see? A human! We have never seen a human come here!"
When Lu Zhiyu walked between the ridges of the fields, one of the tree shepherds walked towards him. On the trunk was an elf wearing a white shirt and linen trousers. The wind was blowing from afar, passing through the wheat fields and causing the golden sunflowers on the other side to sway and lower their heads.
Everything was beautiful, like a dream. There were even colorful bubbles floating in the air, and the sun was so bright that it was almost unreal.
"Maybe it's because this place is completely isolated from the real world," Lu Zhiyu thought. "It's gradually breaking away from the real world, so it's difficult for outsiders to come in."
When Lu Zhiyu walked in, he found that he had passed through an illusory barrier, which completely separated this place from the real world. This barrier was gradually strengthening, as a powerful force was gradually dividing this place into an independent realm.
"Everything here is not completely real. It is between illusion and reality. The power of arcane magic and the network of extraordinary power have been laid in every corner, and the extraordinary power is assimilating everything here."
The elf on the tree was very surprised. He looked innocent and innocent, as if he had never left this place, and had never seen the people outside or other races. "How did a foreigner like you know that we are laying the arcane network? Many elves don't even know what we are doing!"
Lu Zhiyu shrugged and said, "Then I knew that you were dead!"
Elf Harold was very surprised. "Yes, I failed to break through to Level Four, but my soul was preserved and changed. But as long as I am here, in Fhartasil, I am the same as when I was alive. But I can never step out of Fhartasil, because once I leave this place, I will be locked on by the Astral Soul and the Will of the World that control death, and then I will enter the cycle of death!"
Lu Zhiyu asked, "Is this place called Fhartasil?"
The elf Harold said proudly, "That's right, there's only one last step left. As long as Her Majesty Wendy succeeds, we will ascend together. This place will become the Fhartasil's Fairyland, the dreamland and the home of the souls of the elves."
"Her Majesty Wendy is omnipotent. She created the arcana system and walked a completely different path from the wizards. She even opened up the future of the arcanists by herself and is about to become a mythical arcanist."
Lu Zhiyu nodded. "You're right!"
Harold didn't know why, but he had a good impression of the person in front of him. It was as if he had endless things to say to him. He even invited him to sit on his tree shepherd companion. The proud tree shepherd, Tatak, didn't resist at all.
Sitting on the tree shepherd's branch, Lu Zhiyu could see further. The entire Fhartasil came into view. Looking down from above, the sun was golden, the wheat fields were golden, and the sunflowers were also golden.
The whole world seemed to be dyed in gold. This scenery was far better than any scenery Lu Zhiyu had ever seen. It was even better than the worlds, continents, and the Capital of God's Floating-space City that Lu Zhiyu had created.
Everything was breathtakingly beautiful. It was as if the soul had been dyed in the golden color and was about to break out of its shell.
"This is really Wendy's style," Lu Zhiyu muttered to himself. "She always complained about me, saying that the things I build are vulgar and have no beauty!"
Lu Zhiyu knew the Sylvan language, so he knew that Fhartasil meant the home of souls in the elven language.
After looking at the entire Fhartasil, Lu Zhiyu understood the significance of this independent territory. This was the key for Wendy to break through to level seven mythical arcanist. She combined the power of all the arcanists and the Arcane Ancient Tree to lay an arcane network in Fhartasil. Through the arcane network and the enchantment, she would completely assimilate this area and become the controller of this territory, thus becoming a level seven mythical arcanist.
The arcane network and the power of the mythical arcanists would permeate every corner of this place. This place would become a special place between the real, the supernatural, and the illusory. It would be a paradise isolated from the rest of the world.
"In the later stages, she could even expand the territory to the entire continent. After mastering the power of space, she could turn it into an independent half bitwall, separate from this world, and directly enter the bitwall or the astral world. Then, she would become a level eight mythical arcanist."
Lu Zhiyu could see Wendy's vision and the future of arcanists. He could also see the shadow of himself when he walked the path of gods, but it was different. It had a unique elven style and Wendy's color.
The tree shepherd walked towards the City of Fairies. He crossed a large wheat field, and the city walls in the distance grew larger and larger. Lu Zhiyu saw the cake-like circular palace building in the center of the City of Fairies. It was built layer by layer, and there were statues of men, women, and other races on the pillars in the outer corridors. There were also the sky corridors and fountains that the elves loved the most.
"That's the Arcane Ancient Tree, the core of the arcane network. It carries the arcane power and builds the foundation of the fairyland!" Harold pointed at the Arcane Ancient Tree in the city, which was upgraded from the Ancient Tree of War. Each tree was hundreds of meters tall, like a pillar that supported the sky.
Their trunks were no longer like trees, but crystallized. They were like giant crystal trees, reflecting thousands of colorful rays of light under the sun.
"All the information here, every grain of sand, and even the air, is recorded in the Arcane Ancient Tree. It builds the model of Fhartasil. We can build Fhartasil according to our own ideas, whether it's light, temperature, climate, or environment."
"And this is only for now. After becoming mythical wizards, we can rebuild everything here."
The elf Harold did not realize that what he said was information that the elves could not spread to the outside world, especially at this critical moment. There was only excitement and thrill in his heart.
"This is not the work of one person, nor is it something that a level seven mythical arcanist can do. It requires all the power of the elf arcanists to gather here." Lu Zhiyu could see this. He had to admit that the path of a level seven mythical arcanist was very powerful, but it was also a drawback. When they became mythical arcanists, it would be extremely difficult.
Lu Zhiyu watched the tree shepherd stop outside the city. At this time, a bright light shook from the crystallized Arcane Ancient Tree and spread to the entire territory of Fhartasil.
"This … has already begun. I forgot that after I finish my work, I have to go back immediately to attend this ceremony!"
Harold was very excited. He looked into the city. Lu Zhiyu also knew that at this moment, all the arcanists in the City of Elves were standing on fixed nodes. Level four and level five arcanists were controlling the Arcane Ancient Tree. Countless arcane crystals on the foreheads of low-level arcanists were shining, merging into this power.
Hundreds and thousands of Ancient Trees of Life, Guardian Ancient Trees, and Tree Shepherds had joined in, stabilizing the entire arcane network. A large amount of magic flowed on the network built by mind power, stirring up the entire Fhartasil.
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