Chapter 249: Spirit God Yumia (Two-in-One)

History advanced.

The Night Elf tribe led by Yumia grew increasingly powerful. She united the Water, Light, and Wind Elf tribes, forming the "Night Alliance." With the addition of various exotic potions, the remaining seven tribes were in peril.

In the 135th year of the Divine Creation Era, Omega, leader of the Feather Elves, united the remaining elven races to form the "Nature Alliance" of seven great tribes, jointly resisting the invasion. This marked the beginning of the Alliance Era.

Although the War Treants on both sides possessed the formidable power of sixth-tier beings, capable of uprooting massive ancient trees to swing as clubs, they were slow as snails and difficult to move, unable to keep pace with the elves. They could only serve as long-range artillery.

The Night Alliance boasted Yumia, a fifth-tier Night Elf hero. The Nature Alliance possessed a fifth-tier Green Dragon unit. Both sides had unique agile fifth-tier units. By all accounts, the combined strength of the seven tribes in the Nature Alliance should have crushed the four tribes of the Night Alliance. However, under Yumia's guidance, they created strategic miracles. Ambushes, encirclement, and flanking maneuvers—a series of impressive, unconventional tactics—resulted in the two forces being evenly matched.

In the 176th year of the Divine Creation Era, a fierce confrontation took place in the Fenduoze Mountains. Both sides moved their colossal War Treants to the front lines, turning them into terrifying catapults that hurled gigantic boulders. The ground rumbled, and huge craters appeared with each impact.

The elves of the Nature Alliance, however, had no melee warriors; they were all archers hiding in distant trees and behind barriers. Even Yumia could not penetrate their defenses to unleash her aura without being riddled with arrows. Arrows flew from afar.

"Yumia..." Omega, the Feather Elf leader, was a brilliant strategist whose talent was unquestionable. He had already led his elven forces to conquer an ancient tree, but now he faced a formidable adversary. "Yumia, she seems omniscient, possessing infinite wisdom, capable of countering at every turn. Though she is but one person, she gives me the impression of facing an endless array of sages." A commander's strategic style is usually consistent—either steady, fond of unconventional moves, or adventurous. But Yumia was ever-changing, making her next move incredibly difficult to anticipate.

Suddenly, the War Treants on the Night Elf side began to hurl strange wooden barrels.

"What are those?" The elves of the Nature Alliance, bows in hand, stared up in confusion.

"Oh no!" Omega, the Feather Elf leader, paused for a few seconds, his face changing. He roared, "They're probably throwing Yumia's pressure!" "War Treants! Smash them with rocks! Don't let them get close to our sky!" Omega bellowed.

Boom! Boom! The War Treants slowly lifted giant rocks and hurled them, shattering the wooden barrels mid-air from a distance. Boom! Boom! Boom! The barrels broke apart in the distant sky. However, their reaction was a beat too slow; one wooden barrel was shattered only after it got too close to the Nature Alliance's sky. Instantly, a vast, terrifying aura surged forth, overwhelming everything. Whoosh— The aura formed a rippling pressure that spread out in overlapping waves, instantly knocking down a large number of elves who screamed, clutching their eyes and noses.

Jackson, the Green Dragon, wore a complicated expression as he continuously flew away, tears streaming down his face from the choking aura. He was deeply terrified, "This pressure can be stored! What a terrifying aura, far surpassing a dragon's might. Even I, as a giant dragon, can hardly resist it."

"Retreat!" Omega, now wearing a mask, hissed hysterically.

On the other side, Yumia, clad in a green cloak, took a deep breath. "The Feather Elf leader, Omega, is truly quick to react. Despite my extensive knowledge, I was almost constantly exposed by her. She is indeed a formidable figure. If she had reacted a minute slower, they would have been virtually annihilated..."

"Feather Elves, elves with white wings, attacking from the sky with bows, somewhat like angels—it's truly incredible..." What was even more exaggerated was that, unlike other elven races, they resided upon an Elf Treant! How incredibly tall was an Elf Treant? It pierced the very heavens! Its trunk was perfectly straight, like a massive column, with branches only beginning to fork thousands of meters up, where treehouses could be built. Thus, no other elves could climb up to live there.

"Easy to defend, hard to attack. The Feather Elves live thousands of meters high on the ancient tree; no one can strike them. They only fly down to strike others. And they call their immortal Elf Treant the 'Tree of Paradise.'" Yumia was momentarily stunned. She suddenly felt as if she were living in a distant prehistoric mythological era. Perhaps in the future, the Feather Elf lineage would be known as angels? "Am I actually at war with the angels of ancient times!?" This battle was another miracle for the underdog Night Elves, turning defeat into victory.

Three days later, at the Night Elf tribe. "Now, they are severely weakened. Even if they are much stronger than us, they won't dare to wage war against us in the short term," Yumia said to the elves of various tribes while standing by the Moonwell. After all, their seven elf tribes had too many members, making it difficult to withstand.

"To resolve this, we must research cultivation methods! We cannot compete in numbers, only through qualitative change." She raised an eyebrow. "And now, we are close to a breakthrough."

In the 236th year of the Divine Creation Era, decades passed. Small-scale wars between the elven alliances continued, but gradually a period of peace settled. In the eyes of the Nature Alliance, with their seven tribes united, Yumia could do nothing to them. So, they gradually grew complacent in this newfound peace. They did not know that a crisis was already at hand.

"Finally, success!" In Yumia's room, she had produced a vast collection of writings, as if she had transformed into an elven scholar. "The Wizard World cultivates one's own spiritual power, and the Arcanum World senses the incense of heaven and earth. I've combined them: cultivate one's own spiritual power by sensing the energy from the sky!" However, most of this energy had long been monopolized by the Life Treants; less than one percent leaked into this world. She also discovered that this energy was highly toxic at high concentrations, capable of killing weak life, but cultivating with such low concentrations was far too slow.

"But we don't need to absorb it directly; we have existing Moonwells, and an ancient tree to provide us with filtered cultivation energy." On this day, Yumia announced, "Enter the Era of Cultivation!" The cultivation system was established; this was a day worthy of being recorded in world history. Countless fourth-tier adult elves, whose energy had been sufficient but who had been stuck at their current tier for centuries, instantly broke through to the fifth-tier in less than a month after beginning cultivation.

A new war erupted once more! It was a one-sided conflict. Innumerable fifth-tier elves surged forth, aided by various potions, and the elves of the other tribes were simply no match. One after another, elf tribes fell, and the Life Treants guarding their tribes were controlled and enslaved.

Eventually, Omega, the Feather Elf leader, led a group of remnants from various elven races. Feather Elves, one by one, carried them in flight, escaping into the towering sky, entering the Tree of Paradise. "It's too high; no one can reach there." Xilin, now an adult and Yumia's confidante, said from beside her, "Otherwise, why don't we cut down this Elf Treant? Then those remnants will have nowhere to hide."

"No!" Yumia immediately refused. After researching the energy leaking from the tree canopy, she understood that such a high concentration of energy could poison and kill all weaker living beings. The eleven Life Treants, with their canopies, protected all life on the entire land. Although the Life Treants also had their own self-interest, this was undoubtedly a mutually beneficial relationship. If this Life Treant were cut down, it would be akin to a mythical pillar supporting heaven and earth collapsing, leaving a massive hole in the sky. The countless beings in that land would begin to perish—who would mend the sky?

"Life Treants are the foundation of this world; they must not fall, only be enslaved. For now, we can only let those remnants be." She had no solution at the moment. But once she reached the sixth tier, she would be able to fly and effortlessly resolve the lingering threat of the Feather Elf tribe.

"Ten of the eleven Elf Treants have been unified by us!" On this day, Yumia, the Night Elf hero, declared in the Night Elf tribe, "Let us establish a nation." The entire tribe erupted in excitement! "Establish a nation!" Countless Night Elves and elves from other tribes wept with joy and embraced each other. They had heard Yumia speak countless times about the benefits of establishing a nation and yearned for that civilized world. This marked the end of the barbaric tribal era characterized by ancient tree wars and the beginning of a new city-state epic.

The *Yumia Chronicle of High Elves* records: Yumia established the Stellar System, conquered the ten Elf Treant tribes, and founded the Yumia High Elf Empire.

Time continued to advance. The Night Elf tribe, now invincible across the entire land, dedicated itself to developing civilization. They dispatched elven warriors to explore the world's frontiers, eventually discovering a terrifying truth: exploration teams sent from opposite directions had met.

"This world is actually round, are we on a planet?" She sat on her throne, cloaked and wearing a golden crown, looking valiant and charismatic. Listening to her ministers' words, she was inwardly shocked. "The third world is a planetary environment? Similar to our Earth's environment? Then are the canopies of the eleven Life Treants, that leaf-canopied sky, serving as an ozone layer? Blocking cosmic radiation and various harmful substances?" Ultimately, she decided to first develop civilization on this planet.

Emperor Yumia began to create a complete monetary system, unify the languages of various tribes, forge iron tools, weave clothes, cultivate crops, herd animals, and breed mounts. Each of these fields usually required a lifetime of dedication to research, yet Yumia, like an omniscient and omnipotent god, effortlessly pioneered them all. She gradually became all-powerful, worshipped, revered, praised, and deified by the major tribes. Some elf tribes even began to erect black stone statues in the center of their towns: depicting a woman draped in a dark green cloak and cape, wearing black high boots, exquisite striped gloves, and wielding a "Poison Wheel" weapon. Yumia was now regarded as a living deity, bestowed with many titles: God of Elves, the Watcher, Song of Shadows.

The Night Elf Empire's capital, Silvermoon City, underwent reconstruction. While Xilin and Gilna handled daily political affairs, Emperor Yumia remained in seclusion, constantly pioneering new paths. Each appearance she made pushed forward various new domains of civilization.

In the third month of the seventh year of the Yumia Empire, Emperor Yumia traveled among the ten Elf Treants and finally reached an agreement: the great Elf Eternal Life Treants would control their leaf canopies to create a "magic net." "The three layers of energy your tribes usually offer as tribute to the Elf Empire no longer need to be submitted. Instead, use these three layers of energy to form the magic net. This will cause you no loss, and it will allow the elves of your tribes to embrace cultivation."

The birth of the magic net perfected the world's rules. Previously, only Night Elves could cultivate easily because they used the energy contributed by the great Elf Treants to establish Moonwells. Other elves, although they received the cultivation system, made almost imperceptible progress by absorbing the sparse stellar energy that leaked down on their own. Now, the formation of the magic net meant that all elven races across the land, and even the great dragons, the hydras in the swamps, and various other high-tier life forms, could begin to cultivate.

"Truly, Emperor Yumia was designing the magic net for the sake of the other elf tribes all these years! She even gave up so much energy to provide cultivation for the elves of our various tribes!" "Isn't she afraid we'll rebel after cultivating?" "She is already the God of Elves; no one would rebel." Countless elves from all tribes marveled. Perhaps Yumia had never harbored selfish motives. The wars she waged previously were not to enslave them and plunder the energy of the Elf Treants, but to bring them civilization.

However, Yumia's actions gradually began to displease the Night Treant. Its Night Elf tribe had enslaved nine other Elf Treants and should have been providing it with energy, but now that energy was being privately diverted. Nevertheless, it ultimately acquiesced. Because Yumia had established the cultivation system, the great Elf Treants themselves could also begin to cultivate and enhance their own power. They, the Life Treants (seventh-tier life), and War Treants (sixth-tier life), were only releasing three layers of energy; they were absorbing much more!

In the seventh month of the twenty-first year of the Yumia Empire, in the quiet and elegant Elf Royal Palace, the arched ceiling was intricately carved with delicate green vine patterns, and soft, pale sunlight streamed through the window silhouettes, creating a serene atmosphere. A beautiful elf queen, wearing a golden crown, sat calmly on the throne, eyes slightly closed, as if dozing.

"Great Elf Emperor! Almighty Elf God! Your Majesty Yumia!!" Elf Minister Minnie entered the royal hall, standing on the carpet, her eyes gleaming with fervent devotion.

"This is the Elf Codex, which will grant us power beyond our physical bodies, no longer relying on brute force." On the throne, Yumia opened her eyes. Her posture was elegant and slender. She spoke softly, "I have perfected it over these years. Today, it can be promulgated."

"Yes, Your Majesty Yumia!" Minnie rose, took the Elf Codex, and slowly departed.

Magic, a cultivation system that Emperor Yumia had been researching and developing in recent years, was said to allow the wielder to utilize their own internal power, no longer relying on physical attacks. It was a supernatural force that transcended archery. And now, it seemed to have been thoroughly perfected.

Minnie suddenly paused, turning her head to cast a longing, admiring glance at Elf Queen Yumia. This great Elf God had led the Night Elf tribe out of adversity, created miracles, constantly waged war, and established order and civilization for the elves. She was ushering in one new era after another. Over a hundred years ago, when she was the sole surviving leader of the Night Elf tribe, she had been fighting for her tribe's survival while being attacked by two other tribes. Today, as time flew by, though she was nearing the end of her natural life, she had personally witnessed the birth and growth of a mythical, epic hero who now stood at the pinnacle of the world.

"To establish a cultivation system, build the magic net, and formulate the Codex—what a truly great god she is!" Minnie trembled, taking small steps as she left. It was a pity that she herself was nearing the end of her life and could no longer follow this great being forward.

"Even after I depart, the immortal Your Majesty Yumia will continue to lead our Night Elf tribe—no, the entire elven race—towards the next glorious civilization," she mused, walking slowly, gently caressing the Elf Codex.

Suddenly, she could no longer hold back. In the bright, fragmented sunlight outside the corridor window, her breathing quickened. She slowly opened the first page of the *Elf Codex* as if it were a precious treasure. Golden light spilled onto the ink on the page. The first paragraph of the prologue clearly read: "We elves belong to nature, protect nature, and transcend nature!"