Diary of Guarding Monster Girls

Chapter 839 - 429: Master of Nature

In fact, divine beings who share the Moon Goddess’s curiosity about Herbert are not few in number; many wish to learn more about him.

Even without considering the unpleasant title of "Godslayer" hovering above him, he is an intriguing mortal.

However, most of these beings fear the attitude of the Sun God, afraid that He might misunderstand their intentions.

Thus, they speak of "respect for the Master of the Sun" and do not engage directly but prepare to send envoys for more information first.

Although the Moon Goddess departed, the Four Seasons Goddesses, having ended the tea party, did not leave. Instead, they ventured into the deepest parts of the Holy Sanctuary upon receiving a summons.

They tread pathways adorned with glowing mushrooms, with the aura of the four seasons swirling around them.

The fragrance of spring flowers, the heat of summer, the scent of autumn fruits, and the chill of winter interweave fantastically.

Their relationships are not particularly deep, but each one is indispensable.

The entire Natural Sanctuary is actually a vast and unique Divine Kingdom, where every blade of grass and tree holds divinity, and all animals possess spirituality.

In most cases, at the heart of a Divine Kingdom resides the body of the divine.

Yet at the center of the Natural Sanctuary, there is no divine being.

Only a vast area shrouded in rainbow auroras, with whispers from ancient times drifting in the air.

Upon closer inspection, it is an enormous fractured tree root, over a kilometer in diameter, standing silently.

The tree root, dark golden in color, is covered with mysterious patterns that occasionally flicker with a green glow.

Even though it is fractured, it still exudes an overwhelming majesty.

It is the body of the Master of Nature.

The little cat Goddess, nestled in the arms of the Cold Winter Goddess, widened her eyes, her furry ears stood erect, her tail puffed up involuntarily, and she uttered a soft exclamation: "Wow—"

This exclamation was particularly clear in the silent sanctuary, drawing gentle smiles from the other Goddesses.

It was not her first time here, yet she could not help but want to express herself.

For there was no other reason; everything before her... was just too breathtaking!

"Hehe."

The Cold Winter Goddess chuckled softly, gently stroking the cat’s head, her gaze falling upon the remains of the Master of Nature, her eyes narrowing slightly.

The giant tree root was reflected in her calm eyes, as if she were gazing at some distant memory.

"Master of Nature..."

This sigh was filled with unspoken nostalgia and reverence, so soft it was almost inaudible.

In the eyes of the world, this ancient and powerful god is already dead, with only an immortal shell left behind in the world.

The Master of Nature, also known as the Father of Nature, the Lord of Ten Thousand Trees, the Savior.

In the ancient texts of the elves, He has another more private title—"The Eternal Elder."

He is the true Main God of the Natural Pantheon, wielding High Tier Divine Power over Nature and Life, and is one of the oldest Ancient Gods.

Even with only His remains, no one would look down upon this existence.

Not to mention anything else, just His origin was exceedingly special.

The Master of Nature was the first, and perhaps the last, world tree in this world.

This divine being emerged at the heart of the world, with roots embedded deep in the Earth and towering heights reaching into the clouds above.

At His peak, the Master of Nature stood tens of thousands of meters high, with a colossal canopy that covered much of the vast domain of the Elf Empire.

Yes.

Though today’s elves still live comfortably with their beauty and power, establishing a new home in New Moon City, using magic to maintain eternal elegance,

the world does not know that in the past, they had a far more glorious ancestry.

If you can earn an elf’s trust in your interactions and become friends with their community, it may take you half a lifetime.

Then, at the end of some banquet, you might hear a piece of ancient secret knowledge.

They once built an empire upon what they called the "Elf God Tree."

They would speak in Elvish of a name that has long faded—"Are Quinsor," meaning "The Jewel Upon the World Tree."

This ancient Elf Empire was their pinnacle era.

In a time when ancient gods were falling into slumber, the era of the Giant Dragons had just faded, and belief in the Gods had not yet ascended to the divine altar, one race temporarily took the flag of the era.

The elves stepped onto the stage.

This race, living dependent on the body of the Master of Nature, rose during His slumber.

They emerged from their treetop homes, casting their gaze upon the broader world for the first time.

This long-lived and powerful race used its deep foundations and naturally advantageous geographical position, along with the innumerable precious resources left by the Master of Nature, to successfully establish an empire as mighty as the Dragon King’s court.

Elf Empire!

Also regarded by later scholars as the "First Great Explosion of Magical Civilization" in the golden age.

They mastered magic and art, pushing the study of various spells to unprecedented heights, developing numerous spells and technologies, and leaving behind a vast array of knowledge.

During those golden years, elven songs drifted year-round from the treetop, ancient runes were carved into the bark, and every leaf was an unwritten poem.

Even today, ancient elven knowledge remains one of the most popular and rare items among mages.