Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1309: Chapter 610: The Emergence of Three Hearts

Hill gripped the longsword tightly, surveying the labyrinth woven by decaying cobwebs around him.

"We have taken a crucial step, but a greater crisis is approaching, everyone must prepare to face the unknown fate that is about to descend..."

The twilight gradually spread, with the remnants of the sunset still lingering in the sky, as the Witch Rider Corps ventured into the forest shrouded in ancient legends—the Holy Land of the Elf Race.

Here, amidst the lush foliage, a faint green light emanated as if continuously absorbing the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth day and night.

A gentle breeze brushed through the forest, carrying the natural scent of flowers and earth, and every leaf seemed to whisper ancient secrets.

The giant tree revered by the tribe as the "Tree of Life" stood towering in the heart of the forest.

Its roots intertwined vertically and horizontally like a vast net deeply embedded in the ground, with a subtle green radiance entwined around its surface.

The entire tree exuded a calm and sacred aura, protecting the forest and its Guardians like a mother of earth.

Yet it also resolutely and coldly rejected any foreign interference and domination.

Among the heavy, towering branches and leaves, a secret barrier surrounded it, causing any who attempted to approach to feel a strong resistance.

David walked slowly towards the Tree of Life, his gaze firm and profound.

His blue and white holy flame armor glimmered with a fierce light under the sunset’s afterglow.

He extended his palm to gently touch the rough, weathered bark, and an odd trembling spread into his body, a timeless rhythm of ancient Life Force and Natural Power intertwined.

Suddenly, he felt the roots wrap around him like invisible tendrils, binding not just his body but delving deep into his soul.

His brow furrowed and a look of painful struggle appeared on his face—those entanglements carried him through Time Travel to the eve of the ancient Wizard Civilization’s destruction.

Scene after scene of illusions surged like a tide: towering city walls collapsing, flames devouring the sky, terrifying cracks splitting open the heavens, countless souls wailing in anguish...

It was the terrifying despair before destruction, scars etched into the void that hadn’t faded in a thousand years.

"You must face the past to win the future." A soft and comforting voice came from behind—a voice belonging to Liya—garbed in a silver-white robe, her gaze gentle yet filled with determination as she approached and gently touched David’s shoulder.

"I communicated with the Tree of Life through my Saintess lineage, it witnessed the cost and effort of your purification of the Abyss."

A faint fragrance permeated the air, a sacred aura emanated from Liya’s awakened bloodline, causing every plant in the forest to tremble and sending a warm response to the slumbering giant tree.

Lucia and Hill stood on either side, solemnly observing the whole process, silently revealing their respect for this trial, while Cynthia vigilantly scanned the surroundings, not allowing any hidden threats to approach.

Gradually, under the gaze of everyone, the entangled power rooted within the gigantic roots began to unravel.

A small crystal, clear and resembling a Jade Fruit, slowly took shape among the branches and leaves.

This was the legendary "Heart of Life"—a crucial embodiment of the Elf Race’s spiritual core and hope for rebirth, its birth symbolizing new life, but the cost was extremely severe: half the leaves withered and faded due to energy transfer, like autumn dusk spreading fallen leaves across the soil.

Liya looked at the withered parts, her brows furrowed but her eyes determined, "Sacrifice is also a part of guardianship, it embodies the choice and responsibility under free will."

David brushed away fine beads of sweat from his forehead and gently stroked the Jade Fruit, whispering, "This is a gift to us and a warning, I will remember and protect this contract."

Liya turned to face everyone, her eyes brimming with tears yet her smile warm, "We once lost our freedom due to fear and bondage, but today, through courage and sacrifice, we have paved a path for rebirth.

This ’Heart of Life’ is not only a barrier, but also a bridge that will lead us into the future."

The twilight gradually faded, as a gentle golden sunlight pierced through the woods, casting upon them and illuminating the entire forest.

This dawn seemed to respond to their inner vows: no matter how difficult the challenges and obstacles, wisdom and courage will forge a new era of universal prosperity and freedom for all races!

Hill stood upright, his armor shining steadily and resolutely, "Let us guard this peace with steel will, defend our future with blood!"

Cynthia sheathed her blade, the cold gleam remaining sharp and incisive, "The real test has just begun, we cannot afford any complacency, every step concerns survival."

Lucia gazed at the distant sky where stars were beginning to rise, her voice gentle yet resolute, "Though order is chaotic, wisdom will guide the lost;

Though hope is slim, it will transform into starfire and illuminate the darkness."

The bright moonlight cascaded like a silver waterfall on the ancient and majestic Holy Land, its towering spires piercing the night sky, magnificent and sacred.

Yet, at this moment, this former symbol of faith and authority was shrouded in deep darkness.

Inside the church echoed a deep and hoarse chanting voice, mixed with roars and lamentations, like the cries of twisted souls from the depths of the Hell Abyss, making people shiver.

Standing at the center of the altar was the Holy Light Pope, transformed into the form of a Blazing Angel.

He was clad in radiant golden armor, his massive snow-white wings spread like flames soaring into the sky, each feather glowing with the brilliant light of sacred fire.

His countenance solemn yet infused with fanaticism and madness, his eyes exuded a divine brilliance as scorching as the blazing sun.