In another plane, the plane where the Overworld is located, a huge sphere world lurks like a shadow in its spatial cracks. At this moment, the world looks extremely bleak, and the first impression given is weakness. A sense of extreme weakness, in the core of its world, there were countless cracks all over it, as if they would all crumble in the next moment. And under the spherical core, on the top of a stalactite-like peak, a figure sits.

He was dressed in a black robe, his face was covered in shadows, and he maintained a relatively strange posture, motionless, as if he had long since died. At this moment, he raised his head suddenly, his eyes flashing with golden brilliance, and he suddenly looked to the side. His eyes seemed to be in an instant, illuminating the endless time and space, looking at another world, and he clearly saw that in a special passage that is indescribable in words. A ball of endless white light was flying rapidly through the passage, an ancient force enveloping it, allowing it to break through its artificial limits. At an incredible speed, he is leaving one strange time and space after another behind him.

It's a very long illusion, but it's actually very fast, faster than you can imagine. Then, the orb wrapped in ancient power jerked out of that special passage. Coming to an incredible spatial crevice, it slowly leaned into another incomparably large, but bleak world. The two worlds, as if they were two drops of water, merged together at the moment of collision and contact.

And his figure sitting cross-legged on the peaks also disappeared in place at the same time.

The upper world, illuminated by endless light, is the upper world with golden clouds everywhere, and time seems to stand still here. All people and things, all keep the last moment of action. Like a sculpture, it is arranged and shaped by an invisible shaper, maintaining a variety of different movements.

Then, the force that made everything still receded silently, and the still world was once again covered with vitality and became alive in an instant. And those lives that were still awakened in an instant and regained the initiative. At this moment, the world is extremely quiet, except for the unintelligent creatures, all intelligent beings are looking at the surroundings and the sky with disbelieving eyes.

The sacrifice was long over, but no one knew if they had succeeded in returning home, for the senses given to them around them had not changed in the slightest. The house was still the same house, the appearance of the friends had not changed, the scenery around them and the golden clouds overhead had not changed, everything was business as usual.

The High Elves looked at the world in disbelief, they felt strange, and for the first time, they felt strange.

Was the sacrifice successful? Or are they still stuck and haven't returned home?

The High Elves whispered to each other, not knowing if they would return to another home as they wished, outside of the world they didn't know. This upper world, which exudes endless light, is slowly advancing in the infinite universe, and finally came to a special world, and then the whole sphere-shaped world slowly unfolds in a special and vast place. It was as if it was a round ball, cut by invisible scissors, like a tissue paper, spread on the endless sea.

There are no earth-shaking changes, no apocalyptic horrors, everything is going on naturally. Calm and imperceptible, the upper world settled in a much larger place, and the seas here were equally large, and they settled on an endless sea somewhere, as if six landmasses and a series of islands had naturally risen from here. However, the brilliance of the sacred tree still shone here, as if it was shrouded in an invisible barrier.

The High Elves did not know whether their sacrifice plan had succeeded, including the humans who had followed them to the New World, and those who had settled in the New World still had their memories stuck in the last moments when the White Frost raged and the White Ship fell. However, when they opened their eyes to each other, they saw a strange environment.

It is full of rolling mountains, pristine and strange environments, endless forests, flowing rivers, the joy of birds, and the roar of wild beasts in the shadows.

The new environment was overwhelming, and they had nothing but clothes and weapons that some of them carried with them. They had nothing else, no strong houses to protect them, no tall walls to shelter them. Everything is gone, civilization is gone, everything needs to start again, start again.

Naturally, they did not know that they had long since left the world and time and space that gave birth to them, and at this moment, they were living in another and wider world.

And the High Elves, whispering that they did not know whether the sacrifice was successful or not, were constantly looking at the Elven King, who had never opened his eyes once, and then a situation appeared that surprised them. A black shadow suddenly appeared from the void, and then a black-robed figure emerged from the black shadow. The sudden arrival of the human race made the High Elves wary and frightened, because in his body, the High Elves felt the fear as if they had encountered a natural enemy.

To their anger and nervousness, the mysterious human appeared on the altar, and the king, whom they regarded as a god and had long since been deified, was still sitting.

"Human, get out of there, what are you going to do?"

Reacting, they were extremely panicked, they pulled out the war sword at their waists and rushed to the altar. Even if the mysterious human beings in front of them gave them the feeling of facing natural enemies, they still rushed forward without hesitation at this moment. However, they crashed headfirst into an invisible barrier. The invisible barrier in front of them was so elastic that they couldn't break through, but they weren't hurt. And their defeat aroused the hostility of the elven wizards, who used their own magic tricks to bombard the barrier in front of them, as if they wanted to destroy the barrier by force. However, the spells they were proud of could not break through this seemingly incomparably weak barrier that was invisible to the naked eye. This result terrified all the High Elves and the humans who had witnessed the ritual and remained in the present.

After all, the High Elves have always been an incomparably powerful race in their eyes. And now, there is a mysterious human who has blocked an invisible barrier, blocking the combined attack of the warriors of the High Elves and hundreds of elven wizards. How can such a change not frighten mankind?

At this moment, the High Elves and the humans saw that the mysterious black-robed human had placed his palm on the top of their king's head. Then they saw the king, who had been closing his eyes as if he had been sleeping, awake. He opened his golden eyes and slowly got up, more than two meters tall, and the mysterious human, under the tall stature of their king, was as short as a child.