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Chen Xuanfeng's withdrawal did not provide any significant assistance to Tan Yueer's peace initiative. After all, the elves were no fools and naturally understood that the orcs' unusual behavior must have been orchestrated by humans behind the scenes. Originally, the high elves had hoped to profit from the conflict between the two factions, but now that one faction had covertly driven the other away, this plan naturally fell apart. The elves were also highly suspicious of humans, so when the orcs, as a contrast, left, their hostility once again turned back toward the humans.

Thus, the so-called peace agreement proposed by Tan Yueer continued to be indefinitely postponed.

However, such an outcome was not entirely unexpected for Tan Yueer. As long as the elves did not explicitly decide to deploy troops, it gave humans significant room to maneuver. Therefore, while having an agreement would be beneficial, not having one was also acceptable. The only issue troubling Tan Yueer was that Chen Xuanfeng had left too effortlessly this time. According to the assessment of this werewolf by the secret intelligence organization of the Yellow Dragon Empire, his capabilities should not have been so straightforward. At the very least, he should have initiated a few counterattacks. The fact that he left so quietly instead raised suspicions.

However, no matter how suspicious, Chen Xuanfeng had already left the elven kingdom, and Tan Yueer naturally had no reason to stay there and continue arguing with the elven elders. After arranging some contingency plans, Tan Yueer also departed.

However, what this "Celestial Knight" did not know was that on the day she left, a plan truly capable of threatening humans had already been initiated in the Queen's palace.

Deep within the elven palace, hidden underground, stood a Magic Tower. The elven mages here were all trusted confidants of the Queen, and even the forces of the Elder Council could not penetrate this place, making it one of the most secretive locations in the entire elven kingdom. At this moment, a grand magical ritual was underway here.

In the spacious underground hall, there was a circular white stone platform half a meter above the ground, with a diameter of several tens of meters. The platform was inscribed with a complex magical array, reinforced layer by layer with magical metals and crystal gems. Twelve inverted conical crystal pillars hung from the ceiling, their tips only about three meters away from the magical array. Visible streams of magical energy poured into the array from these pillars, causing the hundreds of large and small runic circles on the array to continuously shimmer with different hues.

Around the platform, twenty-four elven mages were evenly arranged, adorned with various magical artifacts. The powerful magical fluctuations indicated that each of them had reached the level of being able to cast tenth-level spells. The entire magical array was driven by their cooperation. However, the true leaders of this ritual were the four figures at the center of the array.

The four figures stood in pairs, but not at equal distances.

The two farther apart were: one dressed in a moon-white silk gown with waist-length hair, her face covered by a brilliantly colorful feather mask. The vast elemental power was drawn by the mask, constantly flowing between reality and the void. The one who could wear and control this "Rainbow Feather Mask" was none other than the high elf Queen, Rolandia. The other figure was a semi-solid, semi-illusory phantom, possessing a beautiful visage but not being a living being of this world. She was an elven spirit transformed from a maiden who died for love—a "Super Spirit." This casting "Super Spirit" was named Luoyin, with a history of forty thousand years. After shedding her physical form, she became closer to the elemental plane's original form than even the elves. With tens of thousands of years of long and lonely time spent only on tedious magical cultivation, her power now rivaled the ancient elemental giants who could contend with dragons. Even when compared to the elven Queen who possessed the "Rainbow Feather Mask," she was not at all inferior.

Perpendicular to the direction of the elven Queen and the "Super Spirit," stood two young elven maidens—the twin sisters of different races who had formed an elven contract with Chen Xuanfeng—Ye Ge and Xue Li. They stood facing each other, each extending a hand toward the other. On Xue Li's side, vast stellar light continuously surged from the "Dream Star Crown," flowing down her arm toward the center of the magical array. On the side of Ye Ge, who had dark elf blood, the power emanated from the near-artifact-level cursed blade "Tiger Soul." The thick and deep dark power maintained an equal output to the bright stellar power, forming a balanced magical current between the two sisters.

Although the sisters were surging with immense power, they were still a level below the Queen and the "Super Spirit." Therefore, when this current of light and dark energy met the pull of the entire magical array, it was immediately guided into a vast magical cycle. Within countless large and small loops, the energies continuously fused and mutated, eventually becoming a strange, unified light-dark energy, constantly absorbing the power of the entire array to strengthen itself.

The indescribably vast power ultimately flowed toward the center of the magical array, where a crystal-clear coffin lay.

Inside the transparent crystal coffin, red rose petals were scattered. On the petals lay the body of a young and beautiful human woman. Although there were no signs of life, this woman still possessed a captivating appearance. Her snow-white skin and golden hair were both lustrous and smooth, as if she were merely asleep, without any trace of withering.

Outside the magical array, a handsome white-haired man watched the progress of the ritual with anxiety. This was none other than the "Dark Eagle," Griffith. From the way his gaze frequently lingered on the crystal coffin, it was not hard to guess that the human woman inside the coffin was his wife of hundreds of years—Angelica O'Hara.

And the magical ritual currently underway was naturally the one that recreated the collision of the two great forbidden spells of light and darkness, transforming a negative-energy undead into a positive-energy being.

Perhaps due to the strength of those present, perhaps due to the thorough preparations, or perhaps because the Goddess of Fate no longer wished to torment this pair of star-crossed lovers, the magical ritual was finally completed successfully after several hours.

Although Angelica in the crystal coffin had not yet awakened, everyone present was a master of magic. Just from the magical fluctuations emanating from her body, they could tell that this woman had now become an undead with light attributes, just like Griffith.