Rebirth : The Alchemist's Path

"Swish..."

Just as Sylvus was thinking, the statue in front of him began to glow with flowing lights.

Under his surprised gaze, the statue started to change and eventually transformed into a living woman.

She wore golden armor, with a golden crown atop her head.

In her right hand, she held a long sword, and in her left hand, a shield engraved with intricate dragon patterns.

The white wings on her back trembled slightly, making her appear like a battle deity.

"This is definitely not an elf; it seems to be... an angel!"

Sylvus furrowed his brows as he stared at the woman, thinking to himself.

But how could the ancestors of the elves be related to the angels?

"A human?"

At that moment, the woman's lips parted, and a confused voice entered Sylvus' ears, snapping him back to reality.

"Who are you?"

Sylvus asked as he looked at the woman.

The woman was briefly stunned, clearly not expecting Sylvus to be unafraid and bold enough to question her.

"Melville Cornelia, the leader of the angelic race in the divine realm. Was it you who awakened me?"

The woman looked at Sylvus and asked.

As expected, she was from the angelic race!

Sylvus squinted.

Not only was this woman an angel, but she was also the leader of the race.

But why was she in the ancestral land of the elves?

"Yes, I awakened you. What's your relationship with the elven tribe?"

Sylvus couldn't help but ask.

"The elven tribe? Did the plan from back then succeed?"

Cornelia murmured, her gaze shifting to the distant blue stone wall.

With a slight movement of the sword in her hand, a crack appeared on the stone wall.

Cornelia's voice echoed out.

Outside, Elena and the others had been waiting and were shocked to see a crack suddenly form in the stone wall.

As they were wondering what was happening, a voice called out,

"Come in."

This voice carried a powerful, magical influence, and Elena and the others had no will to resist.

They proceeded directly through the crack and quickly entered the space inside.

Upon seeing Elena and the others,

a glow flashed across Cornelia's body,

and she instantly merged into Elena.

Elena's body floated rapidly toward Cornelia.

"It really worked! Our angelic race has survived after all! Hahaha…"

After inspecting Elena, Cornelia burst into laughter.

Sylvus furrowed his brows; there was indeed a connection between the elves and the angelic race.

"Who are you...?"

Elena asked, her face full of confusion.

Although she was bound,

she didn't feel any danger from Cornelia. Instead, there was a sense of familiarity.

"What is your name?"

Cornelia didn't answer Elena's question but asked one of her own.

"My name is Louise Elena. I am the current queen of the elven tribe,"

Elena answered honestly.

"How many people are left in the tribe?"

Cornelia continued to ask.

"There are around 138,000 members left in the tribe."

"Only so few? Still, to have preserved this many people is fortunate,"

Cornelia murmured.

"Senior, who exactly are you?"

Elena asked again, filled with doubt.

She had assumed that the person before her was one of their ancestors,

but Cornelia bore no resemblance to the elves at all.

The only similarity was that they both had wings.

However, Cornelia's wings were several times larger than those of the elves.

No matter how Elena looked at it, Cornelia didn't seem to be one of the elves.

And yet, the aura Cornelia emitted made Elena feel very close to her.

Even if Cornelia wasn't an elf, she was definitely related to them in some way.

"Since I have awakened, there are some secrets you all should know,"

Cornelia smiled as she spoke.

She then began to explain the secrets regarding the elven tribe, without hiding anything from Sylvus.

Sylvus was shocked after hearing this.

The angelic race was a top-tier race in the divine realm.

Almost no one dared to provoke them.

But many years ago, chaos erupted in the divine realm.

Countless powerful figures emerged, all vying to become the new Divine Lord.

The angelic race, having chosen the wrong side, faced total annihilation.

The new Divine Lord, recognizing the angelic race's great strength, wanted to pardon them and bring them under his command.

However, the angelic race refused, which enraged the Divine Lord.

He initially intended to destroy the entire angelic race,

but due to their good relations with many other races,

directly wiping them out could have triggered a revolt across the divine realm.

In the end, the Divine Lord chose a compromise: exile for the angelic race.

Although the angelic race survived,

the Divine Lord decreed that every hundred years, divine punishment would befall them as a means of keeping them in check.

The powerful members of the angelic race, knowing they stood no chance against divine punishment,

used their great powers to transform their race.

Thus, the angelic race became the elven race.

Their fates and appearances were changed,

but because wings were the source of power for the angelic race, they weren't fully altered—only diminished.

"So many years have passed, and I don't know what has become of the divine realm,

but knowing the Divine Lord's nature, he surely hasn't forgotten about us,"

Cornelia said coldly.

Upon hearing this, Elena and the others were still in shock.

They never expected their ancestors to have such a history.

"Cornelia, the Divine Realm is incredibly powerful. With our current strength, we stand no chance of opposing them,"

Elena said with a frown.

In truth, she had no desire to go to war with the divine realm.

After all, even the angelic race had failed. What could a much weaker version of them do?

"This is destiny. Once you unlock the seal on your bloodline, you will return to being part of the angelic race.

At that point, you will have the strength to resist the divine realm. Besides, we are not the only ones who want to fight back against the Divine Lord,"

Cornelia replied.

Elena furrowed her brow, unsure of what to say.

She even began to regret learning about this part of their history.

She had thought that the undead were their greatest enemy,

but now it turned out that there was an even greater force—the divine race.

"Leader, how can we unlock the seal on our bloodline?"

Elena asked, realizing that there was no escaping this fate.

Cornelia remained silent for a few seconds before her gaze shifted toward Sylvus.

"You all leave for now. I have something to discuss with this human,"

Cornelia said.

Elena was stunned, glancing at Sylvus in surprise, unsure of what Cornelia wanted to talk about with him.

However, they didn't dare ask further and quickly exited.

Sylvus turned to Cornelia.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"Do you know why I didn't hide these secrets from you?"

Cornelia asked.

Sylvus furrowed his brow, his eyes flashing coldly.

"You want to drag me into this mess, don't you?"