Chapter 322: The Multiversal Empress of Rooted Hours (2)

[You've obtained the #1-ranked physique in all of existence.]

[Divine Cosmic Physiques are extremely overpowered, reigning supreme over all other physiques across existence.

Granted by the Akashic Records, they're awarded only through cultivators' hard work and accomplishments.

There are 9,999 Divine Cosmic Physiques in total, each one coming with its own set of Cosmic Abilities.

Cosmic Abilities work much like Divine Powers—once activated, they can't be countered unless the opponent wields a Divine Power or another Cosmic Ability, or if their strength surpasses the ability's limit.

The closer a physique is to #1, the more cosmic abilities it has, with the maximum being four.]

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[Crownwood All-Sea Physique transforms your body into a walking, self-sustaining multiverse.

You become the living embodiment of Yggdrasil, the paradise home to all Elves.

Divine Cosmic Powers:

Yggdrasil Bloom's – Instantly restore the health of all allies within your divine sense radius.

Root Step – Instantly move to any location within your divine sense radius.

Crown Flood – Experience a tenfold increase in divinity generation for as long as the Tree remains open.

Seasonal Verdict – Establish one inner aspect as a rule for the duration that the Tree remains open.]

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[Your High Elf Race has evolved.]

[All-Elf (Divine) - A newborn Elf race that can hold every elven bloodline in existence as its own.

What other Elven races represent separately... you represent in a single existence.

Racial Traits:

The First Kind – Existence recognizes you as "the Elf." In your presence, other Elven variations retain their identities, yet you have the power to alter them at will.

All-Kind Beauty – You represent the pinnacle of Elven beauty and grace. To those who gaze upon you, you are not simply a variation of Elvenkind, but the very embodiment of the Elf itself.

Kind Friends – You possess the ability to converse with and command the affinities and natures of every elf-kind within your being.

Creator's Seed – You carry the sole Elven bloodline capable of becoming the Elven Creator, with existence regarding you as an unfinished source.

Around you, all aspects of Elven nature align and correct themselves, and you hold the power to forge entirely new Elven bloodlines. ]

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"This..." Sunya murmured as she drifted in the void, eyes fixed on the lines of status notifications before her.

"Should... something like this even be possible?"

Sure, she was shocked—anyone would be—but Sunya wasn't the type to get stuck dwelling on the inexplicable.

In this moment, her caution and calculation came forth.

Her mind was already working to piece together the floating text into something useful.

In this moment, she carried so much with her physique that the notifications barely scratched the surface of what was truly happening.

She was passively generating fifty thousand Divinity per hour, and that amount doubled whenever she manifested her Multiverse in Pantheos.

The place also granted a comprehension boost for every Authority she would ever acquire, along with Sectors that naturally expanded every eight years—explaining why she currently had three.

One of the most significant aspects was that each Sector was populated with Elves who matched her rank, total power output, and base-level Authorities, all of which she also gained.

With so much information swirling in her mind, she closed her eyes, took a long, steadying breath, and exhaled slowly.

When she opened them, she looked at the Tree itself, then at the sectors around it, white, black, and gray, nine universes in each ring.

As beautiful as it may be, she didn't smile in the slightest.

Instead, she flew forward and landed on an open bridge that ran into the body of the Tree.

"Five thousand years," she murmured under her breath, her gaze fixed on the horizon.

From the moment she was pulled into the wormhole that hurled her across countless realities, she knew she would emerge five thousand years into the future.

She was the Goddess of Eternal Hours, after all.

But what she didn't know—what she couldn't even begin to guess—was where she had ended up, or really, anything at all that didn't relate to the immense power thrumming through her very being.

The bridge curved alongside the trunk, and the sound of water drifted up the walkway before Sunya found herself stepping into an alcove.

Somewhere ahead, a small river flowed steadily, its gentle murmur guiding her path. She followed the sound with deliberate calm, unhurried in her approach.

"Lord Dream... I know this has something to do with you," Sunya muttered, not blaming Akasha for the incursion itself, but for the fact that she now had this physique.

After all, everything leading up to the incursion began following her private meeting with him.

Before her, the small river finally appeared, encircling an open floor of pale wood.

Seated at the center of the ring, she drew her braid over one shoulder, her gaze sharpening with immediate focus.

"Alright… my priority is ensuring my own survival," she murmured under her breath.

Though lingering questions for Akasha remained, they could be postponed—particularly now, as she wielded an unprecedented level of power. Determined to channel her energy effectively, she resolved to act with purpose.

"Status… inform me of my precise location," she commanded.

From that moment on, like anyone naturally would, she began spending her Divinity to learn everything she needed to know, taking only a few hours before feeling satisfied.

Over the course of twenty-six years, she had passively accumulated eleven billion Divinity, so in the end, she managed to gather enough information—at least about herself.

"So," Sunya muttered with a soft sigh, "I'm in the Multiverse of the Living Prize?"

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[A/N: We will return to her backstory sometime later ;)]

"Empress," the White Elven woman said, holding a divine ring.

"I've returned with all the information on the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares."

Her head bowed, green-and-white hair spilling forward as Sunya took the ring and placed it gently on the wooden surface.

"Good," Sunya said with a faint yet resolute smile. "Also, there's no need to commence war... because we are going home."

The attendant's brow furrowed, her mouth parting with a question that never had the chance to escape.

For her, and for every member of Sunya's Pantheon, the Land of Yggdrasil—the true name of Sunya's inner verse—was the only home they had ever known.

Not that such a reality was bound to change anytime soon. Sunya drew an envelope from her own divine ring, pressed her thumb against the seal, and tore it open.

HUMMMMMM!!!!

In that moment, a temporal portal appeared on the open floor, so deep that gazing into it felt like peering down a well of years.

Without a moment to waste, it engulfed Sunya, swallowing her whole, while The White Elf remained standing nearby with her head tilted.