Faced with this combined attack that could instantly render a demigod powerless and reduce their consciousness to nothingness, Linde simply snorted coldly.
He didn't even use the source power of the Light Vein or the Shadow Abyss.
He simply raised his right hand, palm up, and the [Power of Harmony of All Things], which he obtained from the Iris civilization and contained the concept of balance and harmony, reappeared.
But this time, the iridescent light was no longer gentle. Driven by Linde's icy will, it became extremely "targeted" and "repulsive."
The flowing light spreads in reverse, like a living net, precisely meeting each silent spear.
There was no explosion, only a higher level of "coverage" and "definition".
The moment the dark silver spear of silence came into contact with the iridescent light, the concepts of "tranquility" and "detachment" it contained were forcibly rewritten by a higher law. It disintegrated from an aggressive spearhead into the most basic disordered energy particles, which were then easily absorbed and transformed by the power of harmony.
The mental attack launched by the Twilight Star Priest was like hitting an invisible wall that reflected all negative thoughts. Not only did it fail to shake Lind in the slightest, but the thoughts of "slumber" and "forgetfulness" were also bounced back even more strongly!
"Ugh!" Priestess Twilight Star groaned as if struck by a heavy blow, staggering backward with shock and confusion in her eyes. A tiny crack appeared on the crystal staff in her hand.
"[Impossible! The laws of this world... why can't they define your existence?]"
For the first time, the Weaver of Silence's thoughts showed a noticeable fluctuation, a kind of astonishment stemming from the subversion of his cognition.
Its power is based on a deep understanding and weaving of the rules of the local world (especially the rules of dreams and thoughts), but its "definition" fails in the face of Lindna's harmonizing power, which originates from beyond the stars and is infused with the higher wisdom of Iris!
“Your net is too small,” Lind declared coldly, taking a step forward and appearing before the dark silver humanoid figure.
He pointed his fingers like a sword, his fingertips gathering a highly compressed [Power of Harmony of All Things]. It was no longer about dissolving, but rather about bringing a "forced return to the origin" will, pointing towards the ever-changing core of the Silent Weaver.
"[Don't even think about it!]"
The Silent Weaver let out a sharp, soul-piercing shriek. Its entire form suddenly collapsed, transforming into an extremely condensed dark silver singularity, attempting to defend itself with the most primal concept of "tranquility." At the same time, it drew upon all the energy threads and "dust of reality" within the entire Eversong Forest, forming a massive, inwardly compressing "silent barrier" to completely seal Lind away!
The entire space of the Mother Tree Garden began to distort and lose its color, sound completely disappeared, and even the sense of time became disordered.
The Elf Queen and the elders all paled, feeling as if their own consciousness was being frozen and assimilated by this extreme silence.
"A trivial skill."
Linde's eyes did not change at all, and the speed of his pointing finger did not decrease, but instead increased!
The instant his fingertips touched that dark silver singularity—
"Buzz!!!"
A torrent of information, far larger than ever before, surged into Lind's consciousness like a river bursting its banks, following the connection established by the [Deconstruction Halo]!
This time, it's no longer a simple energy confrontation, but a direct clash of consciousness, a collision of the very essence of rules!
Linde's "vision" was instantly pulled into a bizarre realm composed of countless shattered dreams, forgotten memories, and distorted fragments of time and space—this was the "Original Dream" of the Silent Weaver!
Here, he witnessed the birth of this ancient being, originating from the scattered thoughts and dreams of life at the dawn of the world; he saw its ancient covenant with Alessia, a vow of non-aggression; he saw how, in a distant past, it was accidentally struck by a "noise" (a fragment of the spirit of an extraterrestrial evil god) from beyond the stars, filled with greed and whispers, causing its pure "tranquility" to be corrupted, plunging it into chaos and madness; he saw how it used the trace of "assimilation" it gained after being corrupted to quietly weave "dust of reality," setting up activation nodes, attempting to pull the entire continent of Til into its controlled, deathly, eternal dream, to heal its own wounds and satisfy its distorted yearning for "absolute tranquility"...
He also witnessed how the Twilight Star Priest, driven by fear of the Star Sea's threat, was seduced by its twisted ideology and became its spokesperson within the elves, using the "Tranquility Crystal" to spread its power...
All the truth became clear at this moment!
“So that’s how it is… a pathetic wretch corrupted by the whispers of an evil god.” Lind’s will transformed into a cold, sharp blade within the other’s dream essence. “Your madness ends here.”
Driven by his will, the Power of Harmony of All Things was no longer a gentle process, but transformed into the most primal power of "definition of order," just as the God of Creation wielded the pen of law to forcibly erase all "abnormalities"!
That chaotic and distorted dream realm, like an oil painting thrown into a raging fire, began to collapse and dissipate in large swathes. The corrupted core of the Silent Weaver emitted an extremely mournful howl; its very existence was being forcibly "corrected" at the level of rules by Lind's will!
"[No!!! I am stillness! I am eternity—]"
The wailing stopped abruptly.
Outside, in the Garden of the Mother Tree.
The dark silver singularity suddenly expanded, then, like a burst bubble, silently shattered and dissipated without leaving any trace.
The dark silver threads binding the Eternal Mother Tree snapped inch by inch, vanishing into nothingness. The "Dust of Reality" permeating the forest, having lost its source, began to slowly dissipate. The areas enveloped by the cocoons also returned to their normal spacetime flow.
The "tranquility" force field that enveloped the Eversong Forest instantly collapsed.
The sounds of the wind, birdsong, and rustling leaves... familiar sounds of the world return.
The Elf Queen and the elders stood frozen in place, as if they had just woken up from a long nightmare.
The crystal staff in the hands of the Twilight Star Priestess shattered completely with a "crack," and she collapsed to the ground, her eyes vacant and devoid of any spirit, as if the pillar of her soul had been ripped away.
The Eternal Mother Tree, Elysia, let out a long, weary sigh, yet one filled with relief and gratitude. The gloom on her trunk quickly faded, and she was once again radiating a magnificent life force. Her branches and leaves moved without wind, showering down a rain of light filled with healing energy, nourishing the damaged forest and the elves.
Linde slowly withdrew his finger, expressionless, as if he had only done a trivial thing.
He glanced at the revitalized mother tree, then at the distraught Twilight Star Priest, and coldly said to the Elf Queen:
"Clean house and reorganize internally. I don't want anything like this to happen again."
"As for the ice fields in the north... I will personally deal with the remaining contaminated cores there."
After saying this, without waiting for the Elf Queen's response, his figure transformed into a streak of light once more, soaring into the sky and leaving the Eversong Forest, heading straight north towards the frozen wasteland known as the ancient forbidden land.
Although the Silent Weaver has been destroyed, it may still have unactivated arrangements remaining in its northern lair, or... that it may still be connected to the source of the evil god "noise" from beyond the stars that corrupted it.
Hidden dangers must be eradicated.
The Elf Queen gazed in the direction where Lind had disappeared, her expression complex, a mixture of gratitude, awe, and a deep sense of apprehension. She turned to look at the collapsed Twilight Star and the restored Mother Tree, a resolute glint in her eyes.
"In the name of the Mother Goddess, it is time for the Elven race to carry out a thorough reckoning..."
Linde, meanwhile, has already set his sights on the next piece of land that needs "purification".
His return has only just begun to unleash a storm.
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