As the bright sunlight crossed the ridgeline of the eastern mountain range, the giant sun gradually rose to the high point of the sky. The hazy halo spread around the gas crown with faint patterns. Under the glorious huge sun, even the boundary of the deserted wasteland seemed to be injected with strong vitality. The mountains and rivers in the distance and the vegetation nearby seemed to be bright in the sun. Belsetia looked up at the sky, and the edge of the platinum pupils seemed to be rippling with a layer of fine golden light. Then she withdrew her gaze and nodded slightly to Gao Wen beside her: "The weather control team has achieved good results. This clear weather seems to last for many days."

Gao Wen looked not far away. The convoys coming from the town were gradually reaching the edge of the venue. Some representatives had left the vehicle and were being arranged by the personnel to go to the designated waiting place. Most of them looked a little confused because this bare place was not like a place for such a grand event. There were only sparse wild flowers and grass under their feet, only wildly growing woodlands and shrubs in the distance, and even further away, only stones and barren mountains could be seen. For the big people who came here to attend the meeting, this was probably completely different from the upper-level gathering venue they remembered.

There is no red carpet, no music, no ceremonial guards, and of course there is no gorgeous dome and grand tables and chairs. This is no longer a simple problem.

But those who were able to come here were not ordinary people after all. For them, there was still some cultivation and patience. Therefore, even though they were confused and even had some doubts, the representatives who arrived at the scene did not show it for the time being. They waited patiently for the follow-up, and many of them had already fallen on the open ground where the elves were. Some of them saw the Silver Queen and their eyes became more and more stable.

"We should let these people who are at ease in the safe zone come to the boundary of wasteland for their own eyes," Gao Wen's gaze swept across the deputies in the distance and muttered softly. "If you don't see the desolate appearance here with your own eyes, they may never realize that a doomsday disaster will be 'freezing' by their side."

"I guessed your thoughts when I learned that you were going to arrange the meeting site at Wasteland Monitoring Station No. 112," Belsetia smiled and said softly. "The venue is arranged here not only to reflect neutrality and fairness in the negotiations between Cecil and Tifon. There are many neutral areas between the two countries, and the outposts set up by the elves in the north are not all on the wasteland border, but you chose the place closest to the magnificent wall."

She raised her head and glanced at the representatives of the dirty clouds above the wasteland of Gondor in the distance.

"But bringing these people who are used to the safety zone to a place so close to the wasteland... is it a little more pressure on them? After all, even soldiers at outposts usually don't move around the wilderness when they are fine."

"I believe in the security measures at the venue, not to mention that we have some 'new members' who are particularly strong in combat are also on the scene," Gao Wen smiled slightly. "With the premise that safety is guaranteed, letting everyone breathe the air on the boundary of wasteland is beneficial to everyone's mental health."

"...You're right," Belsetia nodded slightly, "Ah, the time is up."

"Prepare for the venue." Gao Wen nodded and said. At the same time, the elf attendants standing beside him and Belsetia also signaled the magic technicians not far away who were broadcasting live - all the magic network terminals instantly focused the crystal on the Silver Queen and the huge rune stone. The next moment, Belsetia placed her hand on the surface of the huge rock covered with runes.

The huge magic power was instantly injected into the boulder. The magic model stored in the ancient rune array was constructed and filled with magic power in an instant. The runes that flashed glimmer on the surface of the stone were lit up in pieces like stars that suddenly exploded. Under the pull of the huge magic power, a whistling sound like a raging wave came from the sky. Almost everyone subconsciously looked at the sky. They saw a huge sky-blue cyclone that had been formed out of thin air, slowly rotating with the huge rock on the surface of the earth. Thunder and cyclones kept thundering inside the cyclone, and under the thunder and cyclone, countless shadowy illusions gradually took shape between the sky and the earth. Although they were hazy, they were already filled with a solemn aura that seemed to come from the ancient times and was shocking!

Everyone was shocked by this strange phenomenon that was almost like heaven and earth. The representatives who were paying attention to the wasteland had completely forgotten what they thought for the last second. They looked at the ancient illusions that were constantly emerging from the air. In the illusions, they saw stone pillars covered with moss, simple and solemn stone platforms, and vines spanning the top of the stone pillars... These illusions gradually descended from the sky and came into contact with the earth, and the roar and vibration like earthquakes were generated. The illusions turned into entities one by one. The original ground also seemed to have life squirming, quickly merged with those illusions from unknown ancient times.

The huge open-air gathering venue has arrived, crossing all the years in the memory of the elves, crossing the boundaries of extinction and survival, and descending from a long forgotten space in the main material world - dozens of towering stone pillars surrounded by huge circular terraces, moss was everywhere on the stone pillars, vines were entangled at the tops of the stone pillars, and tables and chairs were arranged in a circle under the stone pillars, and flags drooped from the tops of the columns behind the tables and chairs, and on those curtains that turned from virtual to solid, were huge national emblems - the emblems of each participating member state were among them.

Under the promised stone ring, all the flags are not distinguished from high or low - at least this should be the case.

Bellsetia stood in the center of the stone ring. The huge square rune stone beside her had sank into the earth. It was replaced by a small clear spring. The clear spring reflected in it was a clear sky that came from nowhere.

All magic network terminals captured the spectacular scene at this moment, and the corresponding pictures were quickly spread throughout the neural network...

...

Disobeying the fortress courtyard, in the dark and chaotic broken space, Amoen was lying quietly among the remains of a rugged ruin. A holy glow flowed in his eyes, and the former magic goddess Milmina squatted beside him, looking at the large magic net terminal not far away with him.

The crystal above the terminal is shining, and the clear holographic projection is showing the scene from afar. There is also an excited voice that constantly explains the situation outside the picture: "... What you are bringing you now is the real-time scene of the conference site. The silver queen Belsetia is summoning the ancient 'Stone Ring of Oath' into our world, and the energy field has been unfolded..."

"This is really a bit amazing..." Milmina looked at the picture in the holographic projection, with a hint of sigh in her tone, "They can actually use the power of magic to do these things... Although the principle is not difficult to understand, their ideas really surprised me..."

"This shows that it is really wise to get out in time - within the authority of magic, people do things that surprise you, the 'magic goddess,' which is not a big or small risk. Similar risks will become real crisis when they accumulate," Amoen said lightly, "The God of War is so crazy."

Milmina immediately shook her head: "His brain is not good, I am different from Him."

Amoen thought for a while: "...Then you go back?"

Milmina seemed to be stunned for a moment, then changed the subject very stiffly: "...Oh, watch the show and watch the show... This queen's summoning spell is amazing, I have never seen it before. This is from your druid system..."

The God of Giant Deer beside her did not respond at all. Milmina felt a little confused. She turned around and saw Amoen looking at the picture in the holographic projection with a slight light in her crystal-cast eyes.

"Amoen? What's wrong with you?"

Not far away, above the magic net terminal, the ancient and magnificent stone ring of vows has entered the main material world. The stone pillars are covered with vicissitudes of moss and vines. The water pool in the center of the ring is shimmering, and the reflected sky in the water surface is clearly reflected in Amoen's eyes. The voice of the magic goddess sounded twice again, and Amoen softly broke the silence: "This place... I remember, but I didn't expect them to remember..."

"You said this 'Stone Ring of Oath'?" Milmina quickly reacted. She looked back at the holographic projection in the air, and her eyes fell on Amoen again, "Is this related to you?"

"In ancient times, when I first developed self-awareness, it was between those stone pillars..." Amoen's voice sounded ethereal as if he had traveled through Hengyuan time, "That was the original sacrificial ground of the Druid Sect."

"Do you remember that early?" Milmina was surprised. "I only remember that everything was vague when I first developed self-awareness... I had no impression at all."

"We are different. You don't remember the situation when you were born, but I remember it clearly," Amoen said slowly. "I remember that they had not yet established a foothold in their new homes. Many elves had nowhere to settle down and could only live a primitive life in the forest. I don't know how they spent their first days. When I woke up, they had already built such a sacrificial ground deep in the forest, celebrating the first harvest and praying for the good weather in the second year...

"I still remember that they lit a lot of bonfires and put a lot of tributes. A girl in exaggerated and weird clothes stood by, repeating the favor of the gods, reversing the catastrophic weather, bringing good harvests and safety..."

"Ah, then you remember a lot of details," Milmina couldn't help but say, "You remembered the ceremony at that time."

"But I have no impression of what they said at all. I just feel confused," Amoen's voice was low and pleasant. "I don't understand why those little creatures are so enthusiastic. I don't know why they suddenly looked at me and started to kneel down. Fortunately, many people's voices came soon, which made me understand the situation...

"I am their god, the protector of the forest, and the guide of life and death. At least they think so... They still think that I brought a good harvest - at that time, the authority of harvest and the authority of nature did not have such a clear boundary. This part of the authority was not until ten thousand years later, when human beings slowly developed, they evolved into the rich three gods."

"Yes, a lot of things changed slowly at that time," Milmina sighed, "and then it got up."

Amoen did not respond to Milmina. He just looked at the stone ring in the holographic projection with some trance, and looked at the pool in the center of the stone ring. After a long time, he whispered softly as if he was talking to himself: "I was resting next to that pool... At that time, I was much younger than now, without a kingdom of gods, nor crossing the boundaries of the material world. Do you know that state? It's like a 'spirit' between reality and reality, relying on the power of faith to stay in a specific sacrificial ground."

Milmina listened and shook her head gently: "I don't know, I was born directly in the field of magic, a pure spirit that is more inclined to the 'spiritual world', and you are a spirit formed in the material world, so I don't know what the state between reality and reality you are talking about. Just like you said, we are different."

“…and so, I forget this sometimes.”

"And what?" Milmina looked at Amoen curiously, "Did you only be able to move in the sacrificial ground at that time? Then I don't feel much better than now..."

"Indeed, looking back now, it was boring at that time, but I felt fine at that time - mainly because there were people accompanying me," Amoen said while recalling, "The girl called the 'priestess' was there to take care of me, and she also lived in the sacrificial grounds and was by the pool. They had a strange teaching at that time, but the priestess with the highest status had to slept in the open to the wind to 'em a further embrace nature', so she would be there no matter whether it was wind or rain..."

"It sounds very hard-for mortals."

"Yes, it's really hard," Amoen said slowly, "so when it comes to wind and rain, I will let her hide under my belly, the hair there is very soft and warm. At first she seemed very frightened, but once a thunder and lightning hit, she still came over in panic - she said it was a priestess. In fact, she was just a little girl at that time, but she was born with a strong spiritual talent."

"What's next?" Milmina couldn't help asking again.

"Later...and then many years later, she died," Amoen said calmly, "death is also a natural cycle, so although she lived for many years, she still weakened a little bit. Finally, she leaned against my neck and fell asleep. Before going to bed, she asked me if there is an eternal kingdom waiting for her, so that devout believers can be with God forever in the Kingdom of God..."

"...Do you have one?" Milmina asked curiously.

"Where is an eternal kingdom? I didn't even know how to give believers a semi-permanent life in the material world," Amoen said. "I wanted to give her a comforting answer, but I couldn't lie, so I had to keep looking at her and then she said to me, 'If not, don't tell anyone else' - and then, she stopped talking."

The God of Nature was quiet, and the scenes from afar were still playing above the Magic Net terminal not far away. The representatives were entering the venue of the Stone Ring of Oath. The Silver Queen, the contemporary druid supreme priestess, was standing by the pool, and her figure seemed to be about to overlap with some of the scenes in Amoen's memory - but in the end, those memories gradually faded away.

"What's next?" Milmina suddenly said softly, as if she was intentionally interrupting Amoen's contemplation.

"Later... nothing to say," Amoen sighed, "We must follow the laws of nature after all, aren't we? The harmless spirit will gradually become a powerful God, and the real God will not be able to stay in the world for a long time. The thoughts of believers are becoming more and more powerful and complex. The "gods" they have created are becoming more and more transcendent to the power of reality. My thoughts are beginning to be confined in the body, and my words become very dangerous. I have become a existence that will lead to drastic changes in the environment and lead to crazy mortals. Exclusion from the real world will follow - I finally left the real world and came to a place that will not exclude myself.

“As believers imagined, there was a huge tree called 'Reincarnation', and there was a city on the tree called 'Life', and the roots were coiled under the tree, and there was a large tomb called death.
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