At some point, several adult elves appeared around the ancient tree and began to dance to their songs. That dance is a celebration and a ritual.

Bran looked at all this, and actually felt the majestic power from the elf's small body, which was ancient and profound.

The inky waterfall above his head was rushing endlessly, and he couldn't move when he suppressed Bran. With a wry smile, Bran closed off his perception of the outside world and began to concentrate on communicating with the ancient trees beneath him. Since that's already the case, let it be. Re-understand the world with the ancient tree, and completely complete your own innovation.

The old fairy Mikel wanted to join in and lead the ceremony, but was pounced on by Flowey. With his reprimand and shouting, Flowey lowered him to the ground. As soon as Mikel wanted to leave, he was hugged back by Flowey. In those slightly narrowed eyes, the meaning of coercion was obvious.

Mikel yelled angrily: "Stupid cat! Am I going to hurt Bran?"

Flowey flicked her tail and opened her mouth to yawn widely, acting like she didn't understand what you were saying. And Mikel finally resigned himself after stomping his feet in a hurry, and leaned back on Flowey with a sigh.

"You listen to me, it's very important to you. The old goblin patted Blossom's thigh hard, "What is happening now is not bad for Bran, and I don't want to deceive you. Bran enters the sea of magic and channels the most primitive and pure magic out. But they have limited benefit to the continent, only to the creatures here, and the ancient trees can not only transform them, but also bind them here.

There used to be many such flowers and trees on the continent, and there were countless varieties of them, but today only the ancient trees have survived. It's been so long ago that some things have long since become old legends, but luckily they have survived. We elves still retain the oldest means of sacrifice, but more often than not, as a festival dance, a celebration that doesn't have much meaning.

It's been a long time since we've seen a creature that can touch the Sea of Mana, and we don't know if the Ancient Tree still has those oldest instincts, or if you can be compatible with the Ancient Tree. We don't even know if these ancient rituals will work and if they will help you.

We dare not say this in advance, as it may have some effect on you. So we want to go with the flow and sneak a look. It's good to be successful, but no one knows if you don't, you can still live your own carefree life, and even take the goblins away and fly away.

I know you understand, if you're a stupid cat, there's no way you're going to touch the sea of magic. I want you to know that in time when you too get to that point – don't resist. ”

Flowey purred, took the old goblin into her arms and rubbed her head hard.

......

The fairy song, accompanied by mental shock, entered Bran's consciousness, and even if he closed off his perception, it could not help to block it.

The singing is repetitive and monotonous, telling an old story. It shows the rising and setting of the sun and the setting of the moon and the cycle of the four seasons like a running account. The stars at night seem to be eternal, but Bran is experiencing a sea of vicissitudes.

But all this is not enough, because the perspective of the story is too monotonous, and it is always looking up at the sky. Bran had seen more, and knew that hidden behind the stars was a vast, brighter galaxy. At the same time, Bran also overlooked the land, which was far less vast than it thought it was.

Therefore, he can inherit and learn from this ruined continent, but he will never copy it. Even if it's wrong, even if it's the price of failure.

Bran opened his arms and let the magic flow through his past, letting it go through his past and present lives. I hope it will be able to understand what it means to be reincarnated, to understand what it has had and what it has lost.

I'm Bran, not Bran. I'm in this world, but I'm not part of this world. My mind, my consciousness, is not compatible with the world. Because my sister is the darling of this world, and I am nothing, even if we also touch the sea of magic, even if the elves sing and dance beside me.

The key began to spin, and the fog gathered with it, gradually rising above Bran's head, blocking the torrent that poured down. Gray smoke sticks out of the mist like silk, outlining a man-shaped figure with many holes. Then the silk wool began to split, entangle, and intertwine, and finally Bran returned to human form.

He sat there quietly, watching the elves sing and dancing merrily, telling an old and heavy story in the most pleasant voice.

The fog overhead had lifted, and the torrent of magic crashed overhead, causing the water to splash. Bran raised his face, feeling the oncoming tide of magic and savoring all that it had to offer.

The old goblin looked at the recovered Bran and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Bran is fine, then the ancient tree should not be a big problem.

Bran didn't get up because of the ancient tree beneath him. He didn't want to interrupt the progress of the ancient tree, although he had many questions that needed to be answered by the abominable old elf not far away.

Bran's progress has been passed on by Mikel, so Lily, who is idle, has become hot. The ancient tree, which had been about to settle in Winged City and had not arrived for a long time, suddenly burst into an astonishing potential. On a dark and windy night, they broke into the city of Two Wings. Once in the city, he went straight to the bottom of the tower and pointed to his canopy to invite Lily to speak.

He was very careful, and deliberately weaved a large bed in the canopy of the tree, and covered it with thick leaves.