When they reach a certain realm, they will ascend to the great world.
Tap tap.
The Emperor's eyebrows moved slightly.
He passed through the guards of the Elf Race and entered the original World Tree. He entered the complex sealed path Minis left behind, effortlessly seeing a tree-like figure fossil, sitting quietly on the throne.
"Atabia?"
He murmured:
"How radiant that era was, truly enviable. Even now, the hidden hand grazing our civilization, the Elf Divine King Minis, seemed insignificant beneath those two towering figures."
Unfortunately, no one in this era can awaken this entity.
Perhaps, only a True God who has walked the Demigod path can possess the power to awaken him.
"It's a pity..."
The Emperor quietly looked at this statue, "It's a pity you and I are not in the same era."
"A mythic hero who once wielded a blade against the Ancient Gods... And the Ancient Gods, what magnificent beings they must have been." He whispered.
