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"Have you ever experienced anything like what happened to Ailis?" Tang San asked.
"Uh... no, not really. After all, both Meng Meng and I are still young, only about a thousand years old," Nian Nian shook her head. "The lifespan of the Elves is incredibly long, averaging around ten thousand years. Once we reach godhood, due to our deep connection with nature and life, we can achieve immortality in this environment brimming with life energy."
"Among the elves, excluding the few exceptional individuals who reached godhood, only Queen Ailis has achieved that level."
"It's said that millions of years ago, there were many god-level elves, but they lived for so long that their minds eventually collapsed. They chose to merge themselves into the Eternal Domain, offering their existence to the Great Creator... Nowadays, some elves suppress their breakthroughs after reaching demigod status, fearing that if they achieve immortality, their minds will also break. That pain is something elves can sense from the remnants of those who experienced it. Those who feel that remnant energy can advance quickly, but none wish to break through to godhood. The terror of losing oneself is simply too overwhelming."
Tang San's heart sank as he suddenly realized that this Eternal Domain was truly a place that nurtured all life, providing them a home. However, they, in turn, offered their faith and belief to the three Artifact Spirits and one Artifact Soul. Even if one became a god, over endless time, the divine soul would eventually collapse, leading to death.
But how did the Easton King, the Holy Dragon, the Eternal Angel, and the Eternal Lord withstand such temporal tribulations?
Was it due to the ratio of one day to a year, or perhaps they spent most of their time in slumber, unaware of the outside world? Or was it due to faith?
Faith—perhaps it could be described as a manifestation of will.
The body decays, energy dissipates, but faith alone can be passed down through generations. As long as life continues, faith endures. Devout followers will always emerge, willingly offering the power of belief to the gods they revere, often without even realizing it.
No wonder gods need faith!
Tang San gradually perceived the truth...
Every time Ailis is reborn, her memories are wiped. Does this count as a form of reincarnation?
Perhaps, to the elves, Queen Ailis is still the same queen—only her memories have changed.
The composition of a soul: an outer shell and an indestructible true spirit.
The Ailis before him still possessed her original true spirit, but the soul's outer shell, built from memories, had undoubtedly changed with each rebirth.
She was the same person, yet not the same.
One could say this is a different form of immortality.
Faith ensures a god's eternal existence.
However, at this moment, Tang San had discovered another method from Queen Ailis: experiencing a hundred, thousand, million, even countless lifetimes of reincarnation, allowing each life to remain independent, and then, in the final moment, restore one's true self.
"Your thoughts are quite dangerous," Electrolux interjected, his scalp tingling as he listened to Tang San. "I mean, I'm just a soul myself! If one truly went through that many reincarnations, wouldn't waking up be overwhelming, dealing with near-infinite memories? Wouldn't that drive anyone insane?"
"It's just a theory, but I believe this is the key to imprinting all of our information onto the indestructible true spirit." A strange premonition stirred deep within Tang San.
"What's your name?" Ailis suddenly interrupted Tang San's thoughts, bringing him back to reality. She sat casually on the steps, her jade-like eyes gazing at him, her hands resting on her slightly chubby cheeks. There wasn't a hint of a queen's demeanor about her; she looked more like a lively, approachable young girl.
"Your Majesty, my name is Tang San," he introduced himself with a smile.
"Don't call me 'Your Majesty.' It sounds awful, and I'm tired of hearing it," Ailis pouted. Although her memories had been washed away, her body's instincts remained. "Just call me Ailis. So, what brings you here?"
"To complete the task given by the Creator—to help the creatures of the Eternal Domain live for themselves." Tang San's gaze deepened, resembling the Creator himself, sitting high on the throne, sharing his wisdom with the world.
"That sounds impressive, but what does it really mean?" Ailis took a deep breath, her curiosity piqued.
"Simply put, it means loving life and finding what you truly enjoy, rather than devoting everything to the faith of the gods. Just focus on what matters to you," Tang San smiled as he extended his hand to Ailis. "Would you like to see that different future?"
Without hesitation, Ailis placed her soft, white hand into Tang San's palm and said, "It sounds interesting. I'll go with you to see this 'different future.' I hope it will be fun."
"As you wish, Ailis," Tang San replied, feeling like his persuasive skills had improved. The real reason for his success, however, had much to do with the Elves' inherent innocence.
In the days that followed, the entire central city of the Elven Kingdom became aware of the human visitor who had come to spread the Creator's wisdom within the Eternal Domain.
What Tang San did was straightforward. In every region he visited, he would casually find a spot, release the Blue Silver Emperor, and attract large crowds of elves with its rich life energy before beginning to share his "wisdom."
Though called "wisdom," Tang San didn't preach vague philosophies. Instead, he focused on the natural abilities of the elves, teaching them how to harmonize with the forest and use their skills in creative ways to benefit both themselves and their environment.
From what Tang San had learned over the past few days, the relationship between the elves and the forest followed a particular pattern: the trees provided the elves with shelter, food, and life energy, while the elves spread the seeds of the plants and helped accelerate their growth with their control over natural forces.
This was a gradual way to expand the forest.
The more frequently the elves used their natural power, the more flourishing the plants became. Whether the elves actively used their abilities to nurture the forest or simply lived their lives, the energy exchange with the environment always resulted in denser, healthier plant life.
The cycle of energy in the broader environment never ceased.
Tang San's teachings encouraged the elves, who had already met their material needs, to pursue their passions—whether in woodworking, painting, or even combat. He gave advice based on their existing habits and helped them expand their thinking and approach to learning.
After all, one must take things step by step, not forcefully impose foreign templates. Tailoring methods to the local conditions and adapting as needed is how the true essence of learning is absorbed.
Thus, Tang San became known among the elves as the "Great Sage."
In the blink of an eye, a century had passed within the Eternal Domain. Tang San, along with his followers, including the elves and Moonlight Elves, visited one place after another, giving speeches and spreading his ideals.
Over the course of this hundred years, Tang San's appearance remained unchanged, and his understanding of time deepened. His spirit power hadn't grown much—still at level 80.
Was it possible that even within the Eternal Domain, he was subject to the restrictions of the Douluo world's rules?
Clearly.
This was a special "gift" from the Eternal Lord. But Tang San knew that despite his apparent stagnation, his spirit power had been quietly advancing. As long as he acquired his eighth spirit ring, his power would instantly rise to level 90!
If he could get a ninth spirit ring, his power could soar above level 95!
For others, perhaps they could reach level 100.
But Tang San's spirit power was of incredibly high quality. With his mastery of the True Scripture of Creation and Destruction, he had spent the last century refining it, which made it equivalent to a god's power at the first rank.
Tang San was certain that even with only his level-80 spirit power, and without using spirit ring fusion, he could rival a first-rank god.
(End of Chapter)