Chapter 448: Nonsense Art!

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Tang San landed silently on a tree trunk nearby, observing the conflict below. He saw two opposing groups of elves, each dressed in distinct colors.

One group, consisting of more than thirty members, wore green attire, and behind them were five to six pairs of dragonfly-like wings. Their energy fluctuations were strong, with the leader possessing power equivalent to a Rank 98 Titled Douluo, while the rest were between Rank 95 and Rank 97.

The other group, also numbering over thirty, consisted of elves as well. However, their clothing was made of silk and adorned with feathers.

Tang San still remembered some details about the Throne of the God of Eternity and Creation. The elves in the Eternal Realm seemed to be under the rule of King Easton. In the original story, the arrival of the Holy Dragon made King Easton quite uneasy, fearing that the dragon would steal the faith of the elves from him...

"Heh, faith," Tang San sneered. Although the Heavenly Dao system he utilized also drew on faith, it was more of an "equivalent exchange." Tang San had no interest in actively collecting faith, and he had nothing but disdain for gods who gained power from faith—too primitive, too inefficient.

From the situation below, Tang San deduced that an Eternal Angel had likely descended upon the forest ruled by King Easton. As a result, some elves had abandoned their original faith in King Easton, opting to follow the Eternal Angel instead.

The fact that faith could shift so easily just because another god appeared or performed a miracle—how "devout."

Perhaps this was simply the way intelligent beings in the Eternal Realm lived. Their purpose in life was to continually provide faith to King Easton, the Holy Dragon, or the Eternal Angel.

But—

How pitiful!

Just like the two groups of elves below, fighting over different faiths, unaware that neither King Easton nor the Eternal Angel cared about their lives or deaths.

"Mengmeng, will you keep making this mistake?" one of the green-clad elves shouted at the feather-adorned elf, "Abandon your faith in the Eternal Angel!"

"Nian Nian, you're the one who's wrong! The Eternal Angel is who we should be worshiping. Haven't you noticed? We both have wings, just like her!" Mengmeng, the feather-adorned elf, gazed with reverence. "She's beautiful, just like us. She must have created us! As for King Easton, sure he controls the forces of nature, but he's hideous! How could someone so ugly have created us?"

"You're insane! You've lost your mind!" Nian Nian shouted back.

"No! I'm awake now! It's you who's still lost in madness!" Mengmeng turned to her followers. "Sisters, let's go! We'll make these stubborn fools see the truth and join us!"

"Sisters, charge with me!"

The sixty elves clashed, engaging in a chaotic brawl.

They didn't use any magic or weapons, instead resorting to the most primal form of combat—hand-to-hand fighting.

However, Tang San could tell they were genuinely angry. Nian Nian yanked at Mengmeng's ears, causing her to cry out in pain, while Mengmeng seized the opportunity to bite Nian Nian's nose, making her yelp.

The two were like evenly matched opponents, neither willing to back down.

The other elves were just as wild.

You tear my feathered robe, I'll rip your green dress. Before long, both sides were left half-exposed.

The reason they weren't using magic or other more destructive attacks was simple: both groups wanted to convince the other to join their cause. They didn't want the dispute over faith to escalate into a full-scale, deadly conflict.

After all, their differences were merely ideological at this point. If someone accidentally killed one of the others, it would spark a full-blown war within the elf tribe, causing massive casualties. Such an outcome would benefit neither side's leaders.

They both should understand this… probably.

*[First Trial: Stop the conflict between the elves.]*

The genderless voice of the Lord of Eternity echoed in Tang San's ears once again. But Tang San remained indifferent, continuing to watch the elves' "battle" with great interest.

*[I said, the trial has begun.]*

"I know, but let me finish watching first," Tang San replied nonchalantly, his eyes fixed on the chaotic scuffle of the sixty-plus female elves below, engaged in a wild [you ride me, I ride you] brawl.

*[…]*

Both sides fought with great fervor, each accumulating their own share of injuries. Mengmeng now sported a black eye, and her upper clothing was completely torn. Meanwhile, Nian Nian's cheeks were swollen, and the lower part of her green dress had vanished entirely.

Elves sure knew how to brawl wildly!

Clutching her right eye, Mengmeng gritted her teeth, "Nian Nian, I didn't expect you, you soft egg, to be this stubborn."

Rubbing her swollen cheeks, Nian Nian coldly laughed, "Same to you, you pink grape."

At that moment, Tang San leaped down from the tree.

The sudden appearance left both sides dumbfounded, not even registering that Tang San was a man.

Unfazed, Tang San activated his first soul skill, Endless Life, healing everyone's injuries—though in the Eternal Domain, soul rings couldn't be activated, the Blue Silver Emperor had evolved to the point where its skills were etched into his being. Even without the soul rings, Tang San could still use them, though their power was diminished by about one percent.

"Thank you, human," Mengmeng responded, lowering her arms that had been covering her chest with a smile. "Could you perhaps—"

"Fight again," Tang San interrupted, speaking earnestly before she could finish.

Nian Nian was taken aback. "What did you just say?"

"I said, fight again," Tang San replied seriously, turning to Nian Nian and pulling out a soul-guided camera. "I didn't get enough of a look just now. Do it again, this time I'll record it. It'll be a big hit when I leave here."

Both elves were shocked at first, but their gazes quickly turned cold. The other elves' expressions also shifted.

While they didn't know the word "scumbag," their collective look of disgust seemed to capture that sentiment perfectly.

"Are you joking?" Mengmeng asked.

"No, I'm quite serious," Tang San replied gravely. "I'm an artist—a master of body art. With such beautiful beings as elves combined with the pure physical aesthetics of violent conflict, it's breathtaking. I must record it, to show the human world how elves are a race filled with freedom and untamed philosophy!"

Philosophy…

Mengmeng and Nian Nian didn't fully understand that word, but they knew one thing: the way Tang San described them was essentially smearing the reputation of their entire race!

Although they lived in this isolated world, they could easily imagine the implications. If this were to be exposed to the outside world, the elves' reputation might end up resembling that of succubi in ancient texts.

Absolutely not!

At that moment, Mengmeng and Nian Nian decided to set aside their differences. The other elves also forgot that Tang San had just healed them, as magic energy began to gather in their hands.

"Huh?" Tang San tilted his head. "You mean you don't want to sacrifice yourselves for the sake of art?"

Nian Nian: "To hell with your 'art,' Eternal Angel!"

Mengmeng: "To hell with 'art,' King Easton!"

(End of chapter)