Chapter 002: The Three Sacred Artifacts

After resting all night, when Du Fan woke up, he felt incredibly light and refreshed. The comfort in his body was indescribable; even walking gave him a sense of floating in heaven. It wasn’t until he met Lan Ling that he learned the ancient elf tree held secrets—some elves on the verge of death, once brought here, could survive for thousands or even tens of thousands of years thanks to the tree’s life energy. No wonder this place was called the Holy Land of Elves. The Goddess of Nature… was actually the Goddess of Life. Legends said she held the power of life for all beings, referring precisely to this goddess. If one could live here for a long time, it seemed quite good—not only could one extend their lifespan infinitely, but… everywhere one looked, there were beautiful women. With such thoughts in mind, Du Fan followed Moses, who came to greet him, and set off again. Moses said that the closer one got to the Spring of Life, the greater the benefits. In the elf world, elves who could reside by the Spring of Life also symbolized high status. The Spring of Life, which was said to have given birth to the elves, had always been a sacred place guarded by them. All the wonderful legends originated from the Spring of Life. It was said that those who bathed in it would enjoy a long lifespan like elves, and their understanding of nature might even surpass that of true elves, for the Spring of Life was the greatest sacred gift bestowed upon the elves by the Goddess of Nature. Du Fan had also heard about the sacred gifts given by the Goddess of Nature to the elves—there were three in total: the Spring of Life, the Bow of Eternity, and the Ring of the Elven King. Needless to say, the Spring of Life was the most coveted sacred place by the elves. Any elf worthy of being baptized by it would undoubtedly be forever recorded in elf history and celebrated, as it was the greatest honor for an elf. Unlike the Spring of Life, the Bow of Eternity and the Ring of the Elven King were two sacred artifacts for battle. Yes, artifacts—just a bow and a ring—but their importance far exceeded that of the Spring of Life. No matter how miraculous the effects of the Spring of Life might be, it was at most an inanimate object that couldn’t be taken away; it could only transform the body and extend lifespan. But the Bow of Eternity and the Ring of the Elven King were different—they were legendary artifacts with miraculous powers. Along the way, listening to Moses tell stories of the heroes of the elf race, Du Fan’s horizons broadened greatly. He never imagined that the elves also revered warriors so much.

In the eyes of humans, elves have always been symbols of peace—they are gentle, beautiful, fond of singing, and loving everything related to nature. Human descriptions of elves often emphasize their aversion to war and intrigue, focusing solely on their peaceful nature.
In reality, this is completely wrong; it can even be described as utterly inaccurate.
As Du Fan knew, wars and conflicts often occurred among elf tribes, just like among humans. Sometimes, the tactics used by elves were no less ruthless than those of humans—victory went to the stronger, and any means were justified. From the day they were born, this idealized race had already embarked on a fate similar to that of humans.
It turned out that elves, like humans, had also experienced dynastic eras, and the rulers of that time were called Elf Kings. But now, elves were scattered into various tribes, and the title of Elf King had long disappeared. The sacred artifact that symbolized the Elf King, the Elf King’s Ring, had also vanished from sight along with the last Elf King.
“No matter which tribe of elves, they still revere the will of the Nature Goddess the most. The Nature Goddess once said that when the Elf King’s Ring appears again, it will be the time when a new king emerges among the elves. At that moment, the elves will unite once more to form a new dynasty.”
As Moses spoke these words, his eyes sparkled with an unusual light—a mixture of anticipation and fervor. After all, the legend of the Elf King was also one of the most cherished tales among the elves.
“So… the elves being scattered into tribes was actually the will of the Nature Goddess?”
Du Fan was stunned.
He wanted to ask more about the Elf King’s Ring—such as how it was lost and where it might be now—but he felt it might not be appropriate.
“The Eternal Bow, dear guest. Before long, you will see two of the three sacred artifacts of our elf race.”
Moses smiled mysteriously at Du Fan, without giving any further explanation, leaving him to guess.
Actually, there was nothing much to guess about. The Elf King’s Ring was lost, leaving only two sacred artifacts: the Fountain of Life and the Eternal Bow. Moses said both artifacts would appear at the same time, meaning that when the Fountain of Life was seen, the Eternal Bow would also appear.

Behind him, Nayixiu, the chief of the Kayi tribe, instinctively touched the ordinary long bow she carried as soon as she heard the name of the Eternal Bow. Seeing this, Du Fan smiled slightly and immediately understood—that this cold-hearted elf chief also had desires. The Eternal Bow, a sacred artifact of the elves, sounded quite impressive. Walking on the Ancient Elf Tree, there was no concept of day or night. When everyone felt tired, they would retreat into hole-like chambers to rest until they regained their strength before climbing upward again. In the blink of an eye, over ten days passed. After Du Fan rested in one such chamber, Moses told him to stay there for now because the Spring of Life was ahead. However, the Millennium Sacrifice had not yet begun, and not all elves had arrived. Thus, the pioneers had to wait patiently until all elves arrived before the festival could officially start. Hearing Moses’s words, Du Fan felt relieved. He had been walking on the Ancient Elf Tree for over ten days. Although the clouds around him prevented him from seeing how high he was above the ground, a rough estimate showed that he was well over tens of thousands of meters up. After walking for so long, it seemed there was still a long distance to the top of the tree. He wondered how long it would take to reach the top. “Lord Du Fan, even the chiefs of the Ancient Elf Tree tribe aren’t allowed to go to the top,” he was told. While chatting with Lan Ling, Du Fan learned something interesting—the Spring of Life was located in the middle of the Ancient Elf Tree, and above that was a forbidden area for the elves. Without the permission of the Goddess of Nature, no one was allowed to go there. What was at the top of the tree? Not only was Du Fan curious, but even Lan Ling, the great sage among the elves, was equally curious. Looking at Nayixiu, who was standing not far away, polishing her long bow by the door, Du Fan said with a smile, “It seems Chief Nayixiu is interested in the Eternal Bow.” Lan Ling replied, “I’m afraid any elf archer would inevitably become interested in the Eternal Bow.” “What about you? As the great sage of the elves, what interests you?” Du Fan glanced affectionately at Lan Ling’s full breasts hidden beneath her white robe, once again lost in thought. Elves generally had small breasts, but Lan Ling was the exception. If he weren’t interested, that would be strange. Everyone has curiosity, especially since he had not only seen it but also touched it himself.

Lan Ling felt a bit uncomfortable under Du Fan’s gaze, but she couldn’t say anything, as Du Fan’s expression was so devout that she couldn’t detect the slightest hint of lust in it. His eyes seemed to be admiring a fine work of art, free from any sense of desecration.
Is this a believer of the God of Light? Truly incredibly devout. Sigh, if all the elves in our race could be as devout to the Goddess of Nature as he is, then perhaps the era of the elves would truly arrive.
“As a great sage among the elves, I only wish for my people to live happily every day, free from danger, without having to worry about humans coming to hunt them…”
“Is that your wish? Perhaps it won’t be long before it comes true.”
Du Fan smiled mysteriously, ignoring Lan Ling’s astonished look, and turned his attention to Nai Xiu, who stood silently nearby.
He already had a plan in mind: to go to the Divine Ruins. Even if he couldn’t recruit elves from other tribes, he must take these two elves with him—Lan Ling and Nai Xiu!
Always subsiding under others, obeying their commands, serving them—Du Fan had had enough of that.
If we’re both human beings, why should I obey your commands instead of you obeying mine? In the past, I lacked strength and couldn’t change anything, but now is different. I should have enough strength to change this situation. Establish a dynasty? Hm, that seems like a pretty good idea. Well, if I could form an alliance with the elves, it would be even better.
After a short rest, it was time for dinner. When Du Fan and Lan Ling entered the living room, they saw countless seats already filled with elves from various tribes.
The beautiful songs of the elves rang out once again—a stunningly beautiful elf with green hair was playing an instrument while singing. Her beautiful voice made all worries seem less important.
“Just like your human world likes to divide people into ranks, in our elf world, singers are also ranked. Sir Du Fan, the song you’re hearing now is a Song of the Heart sung by a ninth-level singer.”
A Song of the Heart?
Looking at the green-haired elf, Du Fan thought to himself that if he were to kidnap her and take her to the human world, her price would likely be exorbitant.