Wizard: Stronger through Marriage

Chapter 1311: Chapter 611: Roots Tracing Back to Origin

The towering, green canopy stretched into the clouds, with its dense branches and leaves obscuring the sky, leaving only sporadic starlight to cast silvery, mottled shadows on the forest floor.

"Here lies the aura of the legendary ancient Elves," said Liya, her long robe flowing gracefully with her strides.

She looked ahead, "The roots of the World Tree are not merely natural branches but represent the deep currents of the Earth’s network, a crucial link connecting the vitality of heaven and earth."

With each step through the forest, it was as if they were stepping into a vortex of time, as if they stood within the original Eden; the spiritual Qi enveloped their bodies, clearing their thoughts.

Yet hidden within the depths of the forest were unknown undercurrents, occasionally punctuated by the sharp whistle of a blade slicing through the air or the low growl of beasts lurking in the shadows, keeping everyone on high alert.

Finally, in a vast secluded valley, they discovered the core of the massive root system, entwined like dragon-serpent patterns, with its surface speckled with spots of green fluorescence, naturally merging with the thick moss.

This was one of the main trunks of the World Tree, revered as a sacred gift of nature, serving as an important hub for regulating the cycle of the Earth’s essence.

Liliana carefully drew out a rune bottle from her bosom and gently approached the surface of the trunk, slowly drizzling the translucent liquid onto it.

A burst of golden-green radiance immediately diffused, merging with the roots’ luminescent flow to produce strange resonant ripples.

Simultaneously, she muttered a spell, accelerating the refining process...

However, the sudden tremors interrupted the tranquility, as the earth trembled violently, overwhelmed by the energy gathering.

A gigantic phantom vine emerged from the depths, its tendrils as sharp as needles, pointing menacingly at the group!

Hill quickly drew his sword and stood at the forefront, using the Ice Blade to forcibly sever the threat, but the danger had only just begun...

"Prepare yourselves! This is more than just gathering; it is a baptism!" Cynthia shouted, wielding the Cold Blade to organize a defensive formation, creating cover for her teammates!

Lucia focused on the distant dark shadows where the Magic Array rippled peculiarly, chanting a spell to enhance the array, releasing a powerful barrier to fend off the onslaught.

"We must hold this place, or all efforts will be in vain!"

After a long and arduous battle, they finally succeeded in extracting a sufficient concentration of the "World Tree Root" liquid essence and promptly returned to camp to infuse David with the precious source potion.

Under the watchful eyes of all, he closed his eyes, feeling the violent shockwaves ripple from within his body.

The long-entangled chaos and dark and bright life forces began to blend and harmonize, with countless golden-green runes appearing around him, encircling him with invisible threads, making his entire being seem like a newly revitalized, resilient, and stable incarnation.

All traces of pain fled from his face, and the aura that had healed and nourished him became increasingly clear and intense.

When he opened his eyes, what burned within them was no longer just mere flames but a new holy flame fused with the mysteries of the vast cosmos and permeating universal laws.

It symbolized the immortal belief of one who truly grasped the will of destiny!

The sound of the wind whispering through the forest carried the rustle of leaves; the mixed scent of earthy soil and moss suffused with the fresh fragrance of grass and trees.

The path beneath their feet was moist and soft yet concealed innumerable imperceptible dangers.

In the distance, the low growls of beasts and the alarmed cries of birds and beasts echoed faintly. This ancient forest seemed to possess a life of its own, with every inch of land throbbing with ancient and mysterious pulses.

The Witch Rider Corps slowly delved deeper into the Eternal Forest, regarded as a sacred forbidden ground by the Elf Race.

David wore a newly formed Armor that intertwined blue and white, the new holy flame that combined chaos, light, and life force subtly glowing in the dark night like a fallen star.

His gaze was piercing, peering through the ethereal mist ahead.

Suddenly, a thunderous dragon’s roar shattered the sky, its sound like the booming of a giant celestial bell, resonating and trembling through the silent forest.

The ground shook violently, an intense presence emerging from within the towering trees, causing layers of dust and leaves to rise as if a mountain had fractured.

A gigantic silhouette appeared between the forest gaps, its emerald-scaled armor sparkling with deep green light, its massive dragon wings spread open to obscure the sky, with grandeur akin to a divine entity.

This was the Guardian of the Eternal Forest— the fabled Giant Dragon "Emerald Wrath."

Its muscles were taut across its body, and with every breath, it stirred a faint green mist;

its eyes, like two Abyssal Gems, were cold and filled with wisdom, yet tinged with vigilance and anger.

In its presence, countless branches instantly withered and rocks crumbled, an invisible pressure seemingly poised to crush any disrespectful persona into the dirt.

"Why do you mere mortals dare to trespass here?" the dragon’s voice, though deep, carried immense intimidation, "The Tree of Life granted me the mission to guard, yet you dare to desecrate this sacred land!"

David steadied his steps, feeling an increasingly strong oppression in his chest, but his gaze remained clear and fearless.

He advanced slowly, replying with a steady tone: "Emerald Wrath, we do not intend hostile intrusion, only to seek the root’s essence to resolve the three-heart resonance conflict within me, lest I sacrifice myself and even the Earth’s creatures."

The dragon’s wings quivered, a gusting storm swept past, scattering grass and leaves, but those piercing eyes remained fixed on David, "Why should I trust your words? Could it be that you wish to destroy this forest and seize its power for yourself?"

David gathered his spirit, raising his hand to his chest.

A burst of blue-white chaos energy erupted, he closed his eyes to channel the fused new holy flame within, projecting his vision into a future illusion.

Images of shattered and desolate scenes flooded into the minds of everyone present: The World Tree’s root system gradually rotting and breaking; the verdant earth turning yellow and barren;