Chapter 653
Garan Continent. Central Mountains.
The main temple of the Goddess of Moonlight.
As an extraordinarily massive Goddess’ will descended upon the towering idol in the center of the temple, the entire place was bathed in a cluster of faint and silent moonshade.
The Temple Officiate Aurora fearfully kneeled in front of the idol, silently enduring the chilling glare her Goddess was giving her. Even though the Goddess hadn’t opened her mouth, Aurora could feel the intense dissatisfaction and wordless blame in her eyes.
“O’ Revered Goddess, has news of Lady Xenia’s fall been confirmed?” Aurora mustered up her courage and asked in a soft voice.
The authority and rank of the god messenger were far above a temple officiate like herself. That was why she needed to confirm the news about Xenia with the Goddess personally.
After a long period of silence, the sweet and cold voice of the Moonlight Goddess finally echoed in the minds of all the temple priests.
“Xenia is utterly dead! Her soul did not return to the god-kingdom. Instead, it has been wholly captured by the enemy.”
That was because the god-kingdom of a true god was equivalent to an extension of the domain of their divine power. Even a true god, several grades higher than the god in question, would not be able to compromise the authority and might of that god while in their domain. That was why a Sixth Grade chief god, when entering the god-kingdom of a Fifth Grade true god, was practically handing their life and soul to the opponent.
The massive risk involved in this was not something that any god dared to attempt!
The Moonlight Goddess, upon descending on her Moonlight Temple, only needed to will her mind slightly and was already connected with another sacred druid land in the central mountains– the Emerald Dream.
It was a mysterious and peaceful stretch of greenery.
A large, tall oak stood in the middle of the field.
The height and size of this ancient tree were beyond the imagination of mortals. Just the old and aged trunk of the tree was several dozens of meters thick. The massive umbrella-like canopy was jade and emerald-green, full and plentiful with leaves. One look and the only thing that you could feel was the overwhelming aura of life.
As the place where Yurga, the Heart of the Forest was born, this tall oak tree naturally became the area where the druids most liked to congregate and live. Several hundred druids of various ages and grades were scattered in the forest around the oak.
When a trace of Meve’s godly will arrived here and transformed into a beautiful elven girl, the ancient tree trembled slightly. An old man draped in clothes woven from vines and grass walked out of the tree.
“Welcome, esteemed Lady Meve!”
The old man held an oaken cane in his hands. His face was withered, his skin was bronze in tone, and his head was full of braids. A seed or an animal tooth–even something simple like a small rock–was tied to the end of each braid.
“Lord Yurga’s most devout follower, Fandral, pays his respects!”