The Elf Journey In The Western Fantasy World-Chapter 121: The First Plant Appreciation Festival

The black magic seemed alive, swimming within the lines of the circle, and the circle itself seemed to "wake up."

What was originally the size of a platter suddenly grew to the height of two people in the blink of an eye, its edges emitting a black glow. Under the peculiar moonlight of the demon realm, it appeared both bewitching and mysterious.

The light flickered continuously, and in the center of the magic circle, a person-tall passageway began to emerge. It was pitch-black, and it was impossible to see what lay beyond.

After a moment, the dark passage began to emit a white light. The white light quickly overtook the darkness, and then it turned transparent.

Now, Illiya finally understood why Sebastian had stopped here and why he had drawn such a magic circle.

The magic circle was meant for teleportation, and this clearing was the connection point.

On the other side of the connection point, a scene unfolded that was in sharp contrast to the barren environment here. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

On the other side, it was bustling with activity. Stalls lined the roadside, and the faces of the demons were lit up with genuine smiles. The area was bathed in bright light, with the joyful voices of young ones and the lively cries of vendors filling the air. This was the marketplace of the demon race. Here, it seemed that the demons had cast aside the divisions that their social hierarchy usually imposed, and harmony reigned.

When Anos saw this scene before him, he was deeply satisfied.

What did this lively scene signify? It meant that his years of hard work had not been in vain. This was the fruit of his labor, and he was overjoyed.

He took a few quick steps to the front of the magic circle and, facing everyone, spoke happily. "Look, this is the place I wanted to show you."

"This place is, in many ways, a summary of everything I’ve accomplished these past few years. Although it still falls short compared to the activities of other races on the main continent, overall, I am very satisfied."

"There will be an event held here—my first-ever Plant Appreciation Festival." As he said this, Anos gave a shy smile, his pointed ears turning pink, clearly a little embarrassed by his naming sense. "Don’t mind the name too much; I just came up with it casually."

"To host the first Plant Appreciation Festival—the emphasis is on the ’plant’ part. As for the appreciation part, what could you possibly appreciate? The demon realm needs to embrace the mindset of planting first; cultivating an artistic sensibility can wait until after everyone is well-fed."

"That’s why I wanted to ask for your help, Illiya. Not every demon has the knack for growing plants. I hope that when the time comes, you can help rescue some of their plants. After all, it’s their first time. I don’t want them to leave today with any regrets. You might think I’m being childish..."

Illiya shook his head. "It’s good. If you can keep thinking this way, it’s really good."

Hearing this, Anos’ smile grew even brighter. "Let’s not talk about this anymore. I think the first Plant Appreciation Festival is about to start. I hope we can make it in time."

After saying that, he moved to the front and walked directly through the magic circle.

The others also followed, one after another.

Illiya was the last to go in. He suddenly thought that it might be a blessing for the demon realm to have such a king.

Every king of the demon realm had a fighting spirit flowing in their veins. They rarely cared about paperwork—either they were fighting or on their way to fight. But this generation’s Demon King seemed to have been chosen by the demon world specifically to soothe the demons’ hearts.

He was benevolent, reliable, and filled with love for everything in the world.

Perhaps this was the Demon King most suited for the demons.

In short, it was truly fortunate for the demons to have such a king.

Illiya suddenly found himself envying the relationship between the demon king and his subordinates. The demons never questioned the king’s decisions. Instead, they gave their all to carry out the tasks he assigned. The king, in turn, saw every bit of effort and naturally returned that devotion with equal respect.

Perhaps this was something unique to the demon realm.

"Such pure relationships always manage to shock and envy others," Illiya murmured.

He didn’t know why he was feeling a bit sentimental today. Maybe it was because the moon in the demon realm was particularly gentle tonight.

...

As soon as Eoryun stepped into the border, he was smacked in the face by the violent magic power swirling within. The wings made of magic behind him were almost blown apart by the raging forces. The poor young master Eoryun was swaying this way and that, completely unable to keep his balance.

Fortunately, the violent magic power inside the border wasn’t all that harmful. Before entering, he had carefully studied the historical records describing the border.

[ The border is beautiful, but its level of danger rises accordingly. Once you successfully enter it, the real challenge begins. The border is filled with violent magic power that can inflict great harm on the human body. A person’s body is far too fragile to withstand such intense magic. ]

[ Even if you seal your meridians and prevent the violent magic from entering your body, the tiny bit of magic stored within you is simply not enough to sustain you all the way to your destination. The consumption of magic power in the border is several times that of the outside world. ]

[ There was once a fool who thought he was clever, storing a lot of magic replenishing potions in his spatial storage device. But he never expected that the magic he replenished could never keep up with the magic being consumed. He became distracted and almost died within the border. Those wishing to pass through the border should take this to heart—the Realm has always been fair. ]