Thick clouds churned in the sky, flashing with rolling thunder.
Drizzling raindrops fell like the finest stars in the night sky, or the graceful trails of dancing spirits, carrying specks of radiant light as they struck the golden sand, blooming into dazzling splendor.
This was a forgotten beach.
The golden sand was fine and soft, as if possessing its own consciousness, trembling gently under the storm, flowing like honey.
Giant seaweed stretched from the sea to the shore, their leaves as colorful as rainbows, emitting a faint fluorescent glow as they swayed gently.
Crabs and shellfish covered in eyes and magical patterns hid beneath the seaweed.
Their appearances were either grotesque or magnificent, greedily lifting their heads and cautiously extending their bizarre mouthparts, eagerly drinking in the radiant rain falling from the sky.
Until a strong spatial fluctuation rippled through the air...
Crimson-gold light bloomed in mid-air, gradually outlining a complex teleportation array.
In an instant.
The wind stopped, the rain ceased.
The world seemed to have been startled, the thunder retreating into the clouds as if alive, the churning clouds quickly calming into a deathly pale. On the beach, the glowing sand quickly lost its luster, turning into ordinary grains.
Marine creatures of all sizes scattered in a frenzy, some fleeing into the sea, others burrowing into the sand. Only the giant seaweed, unable to move, dispersed its glow and lay on the ground, "playing dead."
Until the void split open, and a graceful figure stepped out.
Silver hair fluttered in the wind, crimson-gold light swirling in her eyes.
It was Charlotte, who had teleported directly to the Western Continent using the teleportation array.
As soon as she stepped out of the array, she felt the difference between this land and the Myria Continent.
"Such intense, and active magical energy..."
Feeling the nearly tangible density of magical energy around her, Charlotte's exclamation was tinged with awe.
The magical energy of the Western Continent was indeed astonishing.
If the average magical density of Myria was 1, then the density in this area was at least 10.
Since her arrival in this world, Charlotte had never encountered a region with such abundant magical energy.
In her vision, the area she had arrived in was saturated with magical energy, permeating everything, from the sand on the ground to the breeze in the air.
Not only that, but the magical energy here was as lively as if it had a life of its own. Such active energy had imbued everything with "spirit," making even the grains of sand and the seawater seem to possess their own consciousness.
As for the flora and fauna that already had spirit, they had undergone various mutations.
Some had grown enormous in size, others had sprouted extra eyes and limbs, and their auras far surpassed those of their relatives on the Myria Continent. Even the most insignificant scallop had become a magical creature.
"It's the uncontrollable activation of magical energy after an elemental supernova. The origin pollution has faded with time, but the activation of magical energy remains..."
Sensing the fluctuations of magical energy around her, Charlotte concluded.
Elemental Supernova!
That was the elven record of the destruction of the Western Continent three thousand years ago.
Half a month ago, when Luna Island collapsed, Charlotte found some historical records in the fallen temples. Combined with the secrets she had learned from Oceanus, she had pieced together most of the truth about the destruction of the Western Continent.
Back then, the Sun God Helios had attempted to ascend to the highest rank and obtain the "Creation" authority. But at the critical moment, his divine power went out of control, triggering a magical explosion that caused an elemental supernova, engulfing the entire Western Continent.
The burst of elemental energy ignited the magical energy of the entire Western Continent, even awakening a sliver of the dormant Creator’s will, directly causing the Creator’s will to pollute reality and bring about the terrifying disaster of origin corruption.
Thousands of years had passed, and the origin power had gradually faded with time, but the magical energy of the Western Continent had irreversibly activated, creating an ecosystem vastly different from that of the Myria Continent—a magical ecosystem.
Here, living beings and objects would gradually become magical over time!
Feeling the abundant magic around her and looking at the scallops, crabs, sand, and stones that would be considered magical materials if taken to the Myria Continent, Charlotte couldn't help but entertain a thought.
If one day the magical storm spanning the ocean completely dissipates and the sea route to the Western Continent is reopened... this world might witness a frenzied wave of colonization of the Western Continent.
Magical energy meant the extraordinary, and the extraordinary meant wealth and power. To the various forces of the Myria Continent, the Western Continent would undoubtedly be a "New World" brimming with gold.
But this "gold" was also dangerous.
Activated magical energy meant unstable magical energy, and unstable magical energy often led to out-of-control surges and corruption.
This land had once suffered large-scale origin pollution, and where there had been a first time, there could easily be a second or third. Although the pollution had faded, with the awakening of the Creator’s will, that pollution would inevitably return.
"Perhaps... this is why Helios chose the Western Continent as the location for his plan to revive the Creator’s will."
Charlotte thought.
Taking a deep breath, Charlotte took out the conch Oceanus had given her.
It was originally meant to summon his followers.
But now, the Sea King’s Trident had returned, and the Sea God had vanished. The so-called followers of the sea... no longer existed.
As for this conch, which could be considered a sacred artifact of the Sea God, it had turned into an ordinary shell after the Sea God's "fall."
Charlotte gently placed the conch on the golden sand, then glanced at the beach and commanded,
"Bury it, protect it. No one... is to disturb it."
With that, the grains of sand on the golden beach flowed on their own, slowly covering the conch.
A soft glow lit up the beach, swirling around Charlotte in a flattering manner.
Clearly, even with low spirit, the activated sand could sense Charlotte's terrifying power, knowing that she was a being who could effortlessly erase the spirit of anything here with a mere gesture.
After fulfilling her promise to Oceanus, Charlotte rose again, transforming into a streak of light as she flew deeper into the shattered continent...
As she ventured further, the vegetation on the ground gradually grew denser. Like the mutated seaweed on the golden beach, the plants here had also become magical, displaying a variety of strange colors and dynamic gestures.
But Charlotte did not linger in this enchanting magical forest. Instead, she flew in a specific direction.
She had no map.
However, the moment she set foot on the Western Continent, she had already known the correct direction for her journey.
It was the direction the "magical energy" told her.
The activation of magical energy also meant the activation of its flow.
The source of magical energy was the divine power of creation, and the starting and ending points of the magical flow were inevitably the locations where the Sun Temple conducted its rituals!
Charlotte continued deeper.
The shattered continent was far more vast than she had imagined. As she ventured further, she gradually saw the valley she had glimpsed in the "future" fragments.
It was a valley located at the center of the continental fragment. Outside the valley lay dilapidated elven ruins, their architectural style strikingly similar to that of Luna Island. At the entrance of the valley, Charlotte also saw some elven villages that still showed signs of life.
However, the elves living here had also undergone mutations. Most of them had shocking deformities—some had an extra eye, others an extra arm, and some even had wings or tentacles, with most being quite grotesque.
Moreover, the elves here were all young, mostly under a hundred years old, which in human terms would be just reaching adulthood.
Their level of civilization had also plummeted. Most of the elves were barely clothed, and the villages were primitive and backward, far from the level of civilization of the nations on the Myria Continent that the elves considered barbaric.
But what caught Charlotte's attention the most was the altar at the center of the village.
It was a golden sun altar, its design almost identical to the sacred altars of the Holy Court, but the emblem was that of the Sun Temple.
"These are the survivors who didn't leave after the destruction of the Western Continent. The deity they worship is the Sun God Helios."
Charlotte thought to herself.
Her expression was slightly subtle and complex.
No mortal could survive the origin pollution, not even elves.
The fact that these elves had survived was likely due to the protection of the Sun Temple.
Of course, the Sun Temple's protection was not without purpose. The revival of an extraordinary being required the awakening of extraordinary power. Despite being a long-lived race, the average age here was under a hundred. Moreover, even with magical mutations, it was impossible for there to be no normal elves—all the elves here were mutated, clearly indicating another reason—
These elves... were probably being raised as some kind of sacrifice.
Charlotte's eyelids drooped slightly, her heart forming a guess.
She did not linger in the village, nor did she draw the attention of the elves, instead flying directly into the valley.
As she ventured deeper into the valley, the scenery gradually overlapped with the scenes from the "future" fragments. The temple that had summoned the divine descent in the "prophecy" also appeared in Charlotte's sight.
Not only that, but here, Charlotte finally saw normal elves.
Elves without mutations, with normal appearances, wearing cloaks adorned with the sun emblem.
At the same time, the Gospel of Blood in Charlotte's consciousness suddenly stirred, its crimson light flickering faintly.
Faintly, she felt a strange calling, and the source of that call was the starting and ending point of the magical flow—the temple before her...