Eros was filled with questions, and just as he was about to speak, a fair, slender finger gently touched his brow.
Then, his vision blurred once more, and the scene changed again, again, and again, but this time he returned to the initial gray mist space.
Cecilia paused slightly, looking at the child who had suddenly disappeared before her, then shook her head and chuckled softly, "So, is it a lack of power?"
Without further hesitation, her gaze followed the long river of Bloodline downwards, finally settling on the child seated in the center of the ritual Formation at the very end.
Her slender, long fingers applied a little force, creating a cut on her fair, tender fingertip.
Looking at the crimson Blood oozing from the wound, she pointed a finger, and that finger seemed to cross time and space.
Directly from the source of the Bloodline, it touched Eros's brow, located at the very end.
Shadow Realm, Temple Hall!
The elders, who were still awaiting the results of the ritual, saw Eros suddenly vanish before them, and their expressions changed dramatically. Several of the more impetuous ones immediately moved forward to investigate the cause.
It was at this moment that the silver-white moon wheel, which had served as a decoration behind the head of the ancestral statue at the front of the hall, suddenly glowed faintly, emitting a soft hum.
The elders who were about to enter the Formation's range, before they could understand what had happened, were pushed back to their original positions by an irresistible force.
Estelle felt herself being pushed back and immediately tried to move forward again, but she was stopped by Duke Lunka beside her.
Duke Lunka shook his head and softly said, "Since that Great One has acted to prevent us from approaching, there should be no danger."
After speaking, he secretly gestured towards the silver-white moon wheel, which had returned to its ordinary appearance, to Estelle.
Estelle's worried heart slightly eased, as she was aware of the origin of that silver-white moon wheel.
That was a Divine Artifact forged by the ancestor; it shouldn't harm the descendants of its master.
Someone next to her also comforted her, "The Formation is still running, and besides, we are currently inside the ancestor's temple; nothing will happen."
As if to confirm his words, Eros, who had suddenly disappeared, abruptly reappeared in his original spot, causing everyone present to let out a sigh of relief.
Although they knew he would be fine, not seeing him still made them feel uneasy, but before they could fully exhale that sigh of relief.
The next moment! It was as if the sky was falling.
An indescribable aura emanated from above the firmament, causing the time and space of the entire Shadow Realm to seemingly freeze.
Everyone present felt their bodies tremble, unable to breathe, as if something had tightly gripped their hearts.
It was at this moment that the silver-white moon wheel, which had returned to its ordinary appearance, suddenly burst forth with light, shielding everyone from that terrifying, trembling aura.
After the aura was blocked, they could no longer sustain themselves, and one by one, they collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
Suddenly, someone exclaimed, "What is that?"
Everyone looked in the direction the person was pointing and clearly saw a finger, so blurry that it was completely indistinct, suspended in mid-air, touching Eros's brow.
Following that, a phantom of an ancient tree with lush branches and leaves also suddenly appeared behind him.
Accompanying it was an aura full of vitality, continuously emanating from the phantom of the ancient tree and then spreading outwards.
Once the aura of vitality enveloped them, they discovered that all the discomfort they had felt earlier had completely vanished.
Instead, they felt an immense sense of relaxation and comfort.
Several elders even found, to their surprise, that the old injuries they had sustained in their youth were gradually healing.
Someone recognized the phantom of the ancient tree that had appeared behind Eros, their face filled with disbelief:
"The World Tree, this is actually the World Tree! Then, was that aura just now from the Great One of the Elf? This, he actually personally performed the ritual for little Eros."
Those who heard this statement beside him were also filled with shock and disbelief, but then came overwhelming joy, tears welling up in their eyes.
To be personally baptized by the Great One, what kind of talent must this be? The ancestor has taken pity on us; our clan's rise is hopeful.
On the other side, a white-bearded old man muttered, "So our clan really does have Elf Bloodline."
Duke Lunka, upon hearing this, asked with a look of surprise, "Uncle, didn't you tell me that our clan's ancestor once intermarried with the Elf?"
The white-bearded old man looked a bit embarrassed, "This is what your great-grandfather told me when I was a child. I always thought it was just bragging, as there's no accurate record in the clan of which ancestor married into the Elf."
Duke Lunka was somewhat speechless. So, you're telling me something you didn't even believe yourself, just to fool me?
Seemingly guessing his nephew's thoughts, the white-bearded old man awkwardly scratched his head:
"Now it seems it should be true, but it's still a bit hard to believe that little Eros, during his Bloodline tracing, attracted the attention of that Great One and was willing to personally perform the baptism for him."
Indeed, even Duke Lunka, who had great expectations for his son, still found this scene a bit unbelievable.
Thankfully, he wasn't from Earth, or he would definitely have shouted, "This is unscientific."
After all, that was the Great One! A God who sat high in the heavens, looking down upon the mortal world!
After a long time, once the phantom of the ancient tree behind Eros had completely solidified.
The finger slowly left his brow, bit by bit, disappearing into the Void Realm.
Just as everyone thought the ritual was about to end, they found that the Formation was still operating, meaning the ritual was still ongoing.
However, Eros was unaware of everything happening in the outside world.
At this moment, he was aimlessly wandering in the gray mist space, bored. Although there was nothing good to see, there was nothing but gray mist.
Suddenly, a pale golden light cluster appeared out of thin air before him, accompanied by a segment of text appearing in his mind.
After reading the text, Eros looked at the pale golden light cluster before him with some surprise, "Is this a spell understood from the Bloodline?"
As he understood it, this was his skill? But he hadn't done anything, so how did he comprehend it?
Never mind, let's see what this skill called "Divine Art - Chapter of Life" does. He immediately reached out to touch the pale golden light cluster.
Just as he touched the light cluster, it transformed into a stream of light, flying directly from his palm and entering his brain.