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Chapter 259

〖 It is impossible for the will of the Moon Tree to regain control of the world 〗 Sitting on top of the clock tower, Negri's gaze was extremely far away. From the information he obtained, he was able to further confirm the will of the Moon Tree's plan.

Ever since its defeat several thousand years ago, the will of the Moon Tree had been constantly being farmed and exploited. Even if it managed to break free from its seal, it would still fall into a long-term state of weakness, which any Righteous God would be able to overturn.

〖 Which means the will of the Moon Tree isn't trying to defeat the seven Gods, but to escape 〗 borrowing Darr's perspective, Negri quickly noticed the abnormality of the withered Mother Tree.

The Mother Tree was a branch of the Moon Tree that was scattered all over the world, not only did it possess the ability to transmit mana, but also various other abilities. At certain times, it could even breed elven fruits and give birth to new elves.

After the will of the Moon Tree was suppressed, almost all of the Mother Trees were burned to ashes, leaving only the Mother Tree that was left behind, which also withered not long after.

The will of the Moon Tree had a strong desire for control, as evidenced by the elves' Mana Addiction, it had always wanted to control everything in its hands, which was why the Mother Tree was the same. Afraid that the Mother Tree would develop self-awareness and betray it, it had set up a protective sequence that would wither away after losing contact with it.

But now, a new life had begun to grow on a withered Mother Tree.

What happened underground all those years ago was only known by the old elf Pernod who had lived for several thousand years, as well as the will of the Moon Tree who had unparalleled control over the elven race. However, something had undoubtedly happened while it was breeding crops that could adapt to the underground environment, causing the withered Mother Tree to grow a new sprout.

Pernod carried a wooden bucket that contained a bit of medicinal liquid inside. He set up a long ladder and began to climb up from the bottom of the Mother Tree. The withered Mother Tree was completely silent.

It took the old elf about half an hour to reach a certain corner of the tree from the very bottom. Standing on top of the gigantic tree, Pernod looked down at the entire abandoned city. For the past several hundred years, he had become more and more fond of silently observing things like this.

The lights came back on bit by bit, the weeds receded, and the trees came back to life. The Gluttonous Demon Ghosts that had been wandering around the city stood up straight once again. Their gray skin faded away, and their faces were no longer filled with hunger and greed for mana, but were instead filled with gentle and peaceful smiles.

However, the cold and cruel screams that followed forced Pernod back from his self-created illusion. Those damned Gluttonous Demon Ghosts were getting restless again. Listening to their screams, Pernod turned around and left.

Returning to the cold cold reality, Pernod carried the wooden bucket into a hole in the tree trunk. After removing the layers of protection, he saw a fresh green color on top of a wooden stump, which was a newly grown sprout.

Thousands of years of growth was only this small.

That year, when they fell underground, the Mother Tree withered. In order to cultivate food or to save the Mother Tree, they thought of many ways. In fact, there were two plans going on at the same time.

It was Pernod who came up with the idea of using criminals as a source of mana. At the time, he had already become a reputable Great Wizard of the elven race, secretly carrying out the plan to awaken the Mother Tree.

And this sprout was the result of his research. For the sake of this, he opened the entrance to the Abyss, bringing sin into this place, and turning his own kind into those damned things.

Although under the circumstances at the time, it was only a matter of time before this situation developed into what it is now, that wasn't enough to justify it. He was the one who suggested it, and that was his crime.

At the same time, it was also because of this sprout that he was able to continue living.

Unfortunately, the sprout was born too late. By the time he announced the success of his plan, what welcomed him was the frenzied assault of his former companions. They no longer cared about the so-called plan, all they wanted was the mana from their sprout.

In the years that followed, Pernod tried many times to regain the rationality of his companions, but all of them failed. He tried to stop the birth of Gluttonous Demon Ghosts, but failed. He tried to take in the young Gluttonous Demon Ghosts that had already mutated and tried to change them through education, but failed.

In the years that followed, Pernod had tried too many times, but after all of them failed, he understood one thing. His mission had been accomplished, and he no longer had the strength to change anything.

And what he needed to do now was to follow that person's will and hand everything over to him.

Pouring the medicinal liquid from the wooden bucket onto the sprout's roots, watching the sprout absorb the liquid bit by bit, Pernod once again fell into thought.

Dustgrass with the Farnate bloodline had opened the gates to the city, the problem that he had pondered for over a thousand years had finally come to an end. It was time for him to make his choice.

"What a familiar method, is that how the will of the world works? Pure rationality, only considering gains and losses, ignoring any other emotions. Of course, this is also the bitter fruit of the elven race's own doing. "Negri laughed mockingly.

The reason why Pernod's later plans had always failed was because the elves had all been abandoned.

The pure-blooded elves couldn't resist the will of the Moon Tree, so once they were abandoned, their fate would be even worse than being cursed by the seven Gods.

In fact, Pernod was the same. If he took off the strange robe that he was wearing, his body would be very different from the elves. In fact, from a certain perspective, the only difference between him and the Gluttonous Demon Ghosts was that he still had a steady supply of mana, so he hadn't completely lost his rationality.

In the end, this was all because of the will of the Moon Tree's plan. If the will of the Moon Tree wanted to escape, it had to separate itself from this world, and the vessel that would be used as its vessel after separation had to be the Moon Tree. However, the original Moon Tree that held up the sky had already been destroyed, while the second-tier Mother Tree had either been burned or withered due to the loss of connection.

Because of that, the sprout was the will of the Moon Tree's new vessel.

In order to not be discovered by the seven Gods, as well as to separate itself from this world and transfer its consciousness, the will of the Moon Tree didn't establish too deep a connection with the sprout.

Worried that this sprout would escape its control, a large number of the elves were abandoned and turned into inferior Gluttonous Demon Ghosts, leaving only Pernod to take care of it.

"In the end, it's still the elven race's own problem. The will of the world itself doesn't have a personality, only when the Alaya side prevails would the will of the world manifest a clear personification" Negri shook his head: "In other words, the form of the will of the Moon Tree is determined by the elves themselves. If the elves were truly a peace-loving race, then the will of the world would also display a corresponding characteristic"

Unfortunately, the elves of this world weren't particularly friendly.

They viewed humans as nothing more than dirt and weeds, constantly invading other worlds, recklessly using mana to plunder the Source Power of other worlds to create the Moon Well, the source of mana.

What kind of race would have what kind of will of the world, and what kind of will of the world would determine what kind of race they would become.