The crystal wall system has become more and more perfect after getting the repeated bricks and tiles of the ghost, because she has the Taisu Sensing Chapter, and can absorb the qi of nothingness on her own, her role is much beyond the imagination of the plane consciousness, and it is estimated that it will evolve at least another 100,000 years before it can transition to the next stage, and now it is directly transitioning to the past.

Seeing this, the plane consciousness is not ambiguous, and directly throws countless god seeds, and these seeds will combine with all things derived from the crystal wall system after they come into contact with them, and then give birth to the corresponding gods according to the material nature of the combination.

These gods are born from all things, so the power of the godhead is far inferior to that of the original five gods and the ghost, and their godhead power is also limited by the plane consciousness, so that even if the plane consciousness sleeps in the future, they will not be able to turn over the flowers.

Yes, that's right, the plane consciousness will fall into a deep sleep in the near future, and this sleep will not wake up again unless the heavens and the earth collapse, and after it, it is the will that naturally arises from each plane to maintain the operation of its own plane.

Three thousand years later, the gestation gods were born one after another, and the edifice of the crystal wall system was completed, and the plane consciousness also followed the rules of the underworld, sinking into the core of the plane and never reappearing.

Youying was forced to sleep on the main material plane at the beginning, so when she woke up, she was also in the main material plane, and the original main material plane was only a vast land, and it was Youying who swayed countless creation divine powers to make the appearance of mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.

At the same time as the birth of the gods, there are also countless creatures born on the earth, they follow their nature to gather and live in groups, calling themselves tribes, giants, dwarves, elves, dragons, feathered people, mermaids, naga, etc., every day there are new races, and every day there are extinct races, this is an era of eruptions.

The Cold Emerald Forest, where the Wood Elves are located, has lived in this vast forest for five hundred years since the birth of the race, and the population of the Wood Elves has grown from a few dozen people to hundreds today.

The key to restricting the population of wood elves is the birth of the mother tree of the wood elves, which is more than ten feet tall and will blossom and bear fruit every ten years, and the fruit is the larvae of the wood elves.

Although the mother tree will produce hundreds of fruits every time, but not every fruit can grow smoothly to the time when the melon is ripe, more than 30 out of a hundred can be born, and there are less than a dozen who can grow up to give birth to offspring.

In the past hundred years, the mother tree of life has become more and more sluggish, the number of flowers is getting smaller and smaller, and the fruit is getting less and less, so naturally, the birth rate of the wood elf family has also plummeted.

"Alas, if this continues, sooner or later, my Wood Elf clan will perish. Standing in front of the window of the study room, looking at the sparse leaves and flowers on the branches of the Mother of Life tree outside the house, as the great elder of the wood elf clan, the wrinkles between Yodel's brows can kill mosquitoes.

"Sooner or later, except for those high gods, all races will eventually perish, but I never thought that the day of the demise of my wood elf clan would come so quickly and urgently. ”

Yodel's wife, Lisa, the second elder of the Wood Elf clan, quietly walked up to Yodel's side and took his hand, and Lisa's beautiful eyes were also full of sadness at this time.

After a long moment, Lisa withdrew her gaze and hesitated, "Why don't I wait and ask the god of the woods for help, Jodel, what do you think?"

When Yodel heard this, his brows furrowed, and then he said coldly: "My Wood Elf clan was born from the Mother Tree of Life, but it is not the creation of that one, and even if it perishes, it must not become the plaything of others!"

There are many branches of the elven family, each of which has a different background, but they are collectively referred to as a family, and they are not actually related.

It's like the forest elves are the creations of a twelfth-order forest god, but they are unlucky, and the forest god who created them only treats them as playthings for fun.

Yodel knew this well, so he did not hesitate to reject Lisa's proposal, and regardless of whether the one could save the birth rate of the wood elves, as long as he asked for help, the wood elves would become his vassals, you must know that the gods are not so easy to move.

Lisa was about to say something, but Yodel waved her hand to stop her from continuing, and then said: "Needless to say, I will not agree, and I will give the order that tomorrow I will personally sacrifice to communicate with the mother tree and seek a way out for my people." ”

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In the early morning of the second day, when the first rays of sunlight shone into the cold emerald forest, the open space in front of the Mother of Life tree in the center of the wood elf tribe was already overcrowded, and at the front of the crowd there was a handsome man with a middle-aged face dressed in a green robe and a crown on his head, holding a dagger that shimmered with cold light, standing quietly.

He is the great elder of the Wood Elf clan, Yodel, and the protagonist of today, he has announced all the fall yesterday, and today he will hold a sacrifice, in order to communicate with the mother tree and seek the survival of the race.

Unlike gods, they only need to offer faith and sincere prayers to communicate with them, and if they want to communicate with non-god transcendent beings, and their own strength is not enough, there is only one way to sacrifice, to sacrifice oneself in the plane, in exchange for the power to communicate with transcendent beings.

Without warning, Yodel quickly chanted a spell, and then held the cold iron dagger that he had exchanged with the dwarven craftsman he had met by chance, and slammed it into his chest.

Yodel first felt an incomparably sharp pain, and then he sensed an inexplicable force infused into his body, he knew that time was pressing, and this power would not exist for long, so he directly communicated with the Mother Tree of Life with his spiritual power.

With his original fifth-order strength, he couldn't perceive the essence of the Mother Tree of Life, but now he saw it with his spiritual power, only to see that there were countless cyan light spots in the Mother Tree of Life, but these points of light were constantly disappearing all the time, and even more, the position of the heart of the mother tree was even missing, the black hole was empty, there was no blue light, the only thing that could be seen was that there was a faint cyan light at the center of the tree, one end connected to the heart of the tree, and the other end extended to the void and unknown.

Now Yodel finally knew why the mother tree was getting more and more sluggish, the source spirit is the root of the mother tree, and without the source spirit, the mother tree is a rootless tree, and it will naturally wither slowly.

Before he had time to think about how the Mother Tree Source Spirit could have disappeared, Yodel decided to urge his spiritual power to chase along the light in an instant.