[BL] Heroic Death System (PART 1)

Chapter 135: Spring Comes Upon A Withered Tree (II)

Elves possessed their own sub-space. Unfortunately, due to the decline of power, Shang Ke could only hold up those ten seeds inside it. Moreover, he needed to release them to absorb the elements every once in a while, as the sub-space could only perform the most basic biological functions.

Shang Ke kept the ten seeds in the sub-space, and he temporarily hung the remaining two on his waist using woven ropes made of aquatic plants. After a friendly negotiation with a black bear, Shang Ke sat on its broad back and left the burned forest, accompanied by several small animals who had lost their homes.

The main activity area of the specters was in the northeast, so Shang Ke headed towards the southwest. However, he couldn't be too far away from the center of the mainland. He had to be well-informed at all times so he could pick up the whereabouts of the phantom jade.

The forest burned by the specters was called "Wasier", and it covered an area of nine million square kilometers. It was the second largest forest area in the continent of Anglo. It produced one quarter of the world's oxygen and had active natural elements, making it one of the four forbidden areas that the specters abhorred the most. The world's largest forest area was the original residence of the elves—Faesier. Although it was not completely destroyed, it had become a battlefield for the alliance and the specters.

The fire destroyed hundreds of thousands of trees in the north of Wasier. Although the total area destroyed was only a fraction, the rate of the specter's destruction far exceeded the forest's recovery speed. If they continued to burn pieces of it every now and then, it would be destroyed one day, no matter how large it was.

He used the continental map provided by the System and settled down near Yunning Lake, southwest of Wasier forest. It was only a few hundred kilometers away from Lundo City, which belonged to the Human Alliance. There was also a War Camp where mercenaries gathered. It probably won't be easy for the specters to extend their reach over here.

The original spirit of this body hadn't dared to contact any race. He wandered from place to place alone for nearly a hundred years, taking care of the elf seeds. Unfortunately, he failed to see the end to his journey.

Shang Ke stood in front of an enormous tree covered in vines and slowly raised his hands. Green light sparkled from the tips of his fingers, and it turned into a twinkling river that circled around the tree.

As the river of light flowed, vines twined and interweaved as though alive, and with the trunk as the pillar, a delicate and lovely rattan house slowly formed. Simultaneously, a small yellow flower bloomed on a branch, then the second, and the third. In an instant, the house was blanketed in flowers, like a lamp brightened with colorful lights.

The cheerful chirping of birds rang out clearly in the forest. The leaves swayed gently in the breeze, and the magical green luster sparkled under the sun. When the warm wind blew, the fragrance of flowers overflowed.

Surrounded by vibrant elements, Shang Ke could feel them singing silently to him, as if they were welcoming the arrival of Teldrassil with endless joy and adoration.

Deep in the woods, a man stood quietly, watching the elf immerse himself in nature, and taking in the beautiful view of his magic. He had been following the elf for several days from a distance, watching him shuttling through the forest with only animals for company. He saw him drink clear spring water, eat nectar, and perch on branches, looking carefree and serene. The elf was like a slowly unfolding image that made people unable to move their sight away.

He had seen many mixed-race elves, but they were more worldly in spirit. None of them had such a light spirit and incomparable natural affinity as he did.