The shock in Xi Xi and Lu Lu's eyes lingered for a long time. Although they had been hiding on the continent for over a hundred years, but as mages, they had naturally heard of the most famous figures in the mage world, especially the highly anticipated Ice and Fire War.
And now, the legendary Lord of Frost was sitting right before them.
Although they had sensed Yulian's terrifying ice magic the previous night, but none of them had connected it to that legendary mage.
However, both of their eyes were now drawn to the small green box in Yulian's hand. Xi Xi hesitated for a moment, then took two steps forward and took the box, her eyes immediately reddening.
The palm-sized box was somewhat old, its surface covered with strangely arranged runes that looked rather messy, but to Xi Xi and Lu Lu, they were very familiar.
This is the Druid's script, a symbol unique to them, which has been around for over a hundred years. Since leaving the Dark Forest, they have never returned, nor have they ever seen the Druid script again.
"It really is the Lord Archdruid." Xi Xi turned the box over in her hand, gently stroking the signature in the lower right corner with her fingers, and said with a mixture of excitement and sadness.
"He handed this to me over a hundred years ago. It should have a seal unique to you druids, and it has never been opened." Yulian said.
"Mmm." Xi Xi nodded in response, her gaze quickly sweeping over the writing on the box. She raised her left palm upward, and a small sapling with only a single leaf at the top, a touch of tender green, appeared in her palm. It slowly flying towards the small box in her right hand. The branches and leaves tilted, and the tender green leaf gently touched the box.
As if a small pebble had been dropped into a calm lake, the runes on the surface of the originally simple and old green box lit up one after another. The box slowly rose from Xi Xi's hand, and beams of seven-colored light shone out from the box. The flowing sand swirled on the surface of the box, and it looked incredibly beautiful under the illumination of the seven-colored light.
"This is... the Shifting Sands World of the Archdruid!" Xi Xi exclaimed softly, covering her mouth as she looked at the box.
"Yes, it's the Shifting Sands World." Lu Lu couldn't hide his excitement either, his lips trembling slightly, and he even wanted to kneel down and worship.
"The Shifting Sands World? That old man is really bold. Isn't he afraid I'll take it all for myself?" Yulian sat up straight at some point, looking up at the small, shimmering box in mid-air with surprise in his eyes. The shop door slowly closed.
The Shifting Sands World is a small, independent world.
The Night Elves worship the World Tree, which is renowned for its ability to nurture a true mini-world. The Shifting Sands World is a mini-world nurtured by the previous World Tree and is governed by the highly respected Archdruid.
The Druids were wiped out, the World Tree was toppled, and the Shifting Sands World disappeared without a trace.
Only the Archdruid know where the Shifting Sands World is. Other races don't even know what it looks like in this world. They can only kneel and worship it during each sacrifice. Each time it appears, it is different and ever-changing.
The only things that remain unchanged are the seven-colored light and the endless sandstorm.
The little World Tree in Xi Xi's hand seemed quite excited after the light appeared. Its branches and leaves swayed slightly, and bathed in the seven-colored light, the green area of the topmost leaf seemed to have expanded, making it more vibrant.
Just then, the sandbox flashed with light, and a blurry figure appeared above it. It was an old man with white hair wearing a light green mage robe. He looked quite kind and gazed at Lu Lu and Xi Xi with gentle eyes, smiling and saying, "Xi Xi, Lu Lu, you've grown up."
"Lord Archdruid." Xi Xi and Lu Lu bowed respectfully and took a step forward subconsciously, but when they saw the old man's body becoming ethereal, they stopped and suppressed their sorrowful emotions.
"Children, do not be sad. Only the two of you can walk this path together now. I am so glad to see you again, and to see the new World Tree. This proves that I did not make the wrong choice in entrusting the Heart of the World Tree to you." Fariodin looked at the small World Tree with some relief.
"But... Lord Archdruid, Xi Xi failed to protect the World Tree. It's almost withered. I couldn't make it grow up healthily." Xi Xi said remorsefully, looking at the small World Tree in front of her.
"No, you have already completed the task I gave you by allowing the World Tree to hatch again. Over the years, you both must have suffered a lot in order to escape the pursuit of the werewolves and the search of the elves. To be able to do this much is already a hero among druids." Fariodin shook his head and praised.
"Now, I entrust the Shifting Sands World to you. In that great war, the Shifting Sands World nearly collapsed. I exhausted my last bit of natural power to reunite it, but the world's interior is no longer stable and cannot be entered." The small box in front of Fariodin floated towards Xi Xi, his eyes gleaming as he looked at her and said, "Plant the World Tree inside, and use the power of the World Tree's laws to reunite the Shifting Sands World, and rebuild a new world on its ruins. Since this world cannot accommodate us druids, then we will create a new world, allowing the glory and civilization of the druids to reappear. And all of this is entrusted to the two of you."
Xi Xi reached out and gently grasped the small square box that emitted seven-colored light. The fine quicksand covered her right hand, then swirled up her arm and surged upwards, almost instantly covering her entire body, leaving only her neck and above and the hands are exposed., as if she was wearing a colorful long dress.
Xi Xi closed her eyes and could clearly feel a connection slowly forming between herself and the Shifting Sands World. The World Tree slowly flew towards the box and took root on it. The roots grew at a visible speed, like tentacles that tightly gripped the box.
A small tree with withered leaves took root in an old green wooden box, surrounded by colorful quicksand, creating an eerie yet strangely harmonious scene.
Lu Lu watched Xi Xi nervously from the side, but held back from saying a word.
This is a kind of inheritance, the inheritance of the Archdruids.
Inheriting a world is a unique privilege of the Night Elves, a privilege that only the most esteemed Archdruids can receive.
This process lasted for about half an hour.
Xi Xi slowly opened her eyes, countless runes flashing within her pale golden pupils. The quicksand surrounding her body swirled up, as if a barrier had risen outside her.