Moonlight Jungle.

The Letter Spirit Realm had existed for over a hundred years and had grown several times its original size.

The fairy-tale paper realm was adorned with gorgeous colors. At first glance, the exquisite paintings looked like flat white paper, but once inside, they revealed a three-dimensional and lifelike quality.

Even the Wood Nymphs that appeared to be merely painted became real when you approached them.

Paper airplanes were attached one after another atop the Rainbow Tree that supported the spirit realm. Each one was crafted from distinct paper featuring unique patterns, text, and handwriting.

Florrie stood beneath the tree, counting the paper airplanes.

Each paper airplane represented a wish that Florrie had collected and perfectly resonated with her power…

This was the manifestation of the Light of Wishes.

Of course, they could also manifest as other things.

A flower, a grain of sand, a book.

But in Florrie’s eyes, paper airplanes held special meaning.

They represented sending something special to faraway places.

The Letter Spirit Realm served as a transit station for all the nymphs’ letters. Although Florrie created it, she lent it to all the Wood Nymphs for their use.

All Wood Nymphs who wanted to collect the power of wishes could take turns guarding the Letter Spirit Realm.

Florrie was the first nymph to guard and collect the power of wishes, which meant she had gathered the most.

She repeatedly counted on her fingers.

A smile appeared on Florrie’s serene face, “I succeeded,”

“I’ve collected enough wishes.”

Even a tranquil spirit could not hide her joy at this moment.

This meant she could now take the path toward the Fourth-Rank.

At the same time, she could bring the Letter Spirit Realm from the mortal world back to the Dream Realm, and only then would it truly become mature.

It would become an independent realm outside the world, a small space that belonged to her.

Florrie passed through the tree hollow and returned to the Dream Realm.

This was a unique ability of the Wood Nymphs and could only be used by spirits, those special life forms of space and dreams.

Florrie stood on the land of the Rainbow Forest but found no one in the original spirit realm.

The other nymphs had disappeared to who knows where.

“Where is everyone?”

Florrie walked around but didn’t see any nymphs.

“Did they go somewhere for a tea party again?”

“Why didn’t they call me?”

Florrie was curious, but she had more important matters to attend to.

She left the Rainbow Forest and went to the Spirit Country in the God-Given Land, finding the Dream Sovereign in the Spirit Library.

Dream Sovereign Hila was already waiting for her there.

This divine being knew Florrie would arrive at this time and knew why she had come.

As soon as Florrie entered the Spirit Library, she saw groups of spirits darting across the sky, trailing rainbows behind them.

“Ooooh!”

“Florrie is here!”

“It’s starting, it’s starting!”

Ribbons rained down from the sky, as if a grand ceremony was being held.

Balloons flew up into the sky one after another, bearing blessings written in crooked handwriting by the little spirits.

“Florrie is the most beautiful.”

“Florrie is the prettiest.”

“Florrie, come play with me every day!”

“Congratulations to Florrie who will soon have her own new house.”

Other nymphs also appeared in front of the Grand Library, applauding for Florrie.

“Congratulations, Florrie.”

“You will become the first Fourth-Rank Wood Nymph.”

“The first complete spirit realm.”

Florrie was stunned and speechless for a long time, yet it was clear she was very happy.

Amid the gathering of spirits and nymphs, the golden-haired goddess walked out from the depths of the magnificent Grand Library.

Florrie bowed, and the goddess nodded in acknowledgment, her eyes full of encouragement.

The Dream Sovereign took out a book and personally handed it to Florrie.

“Florrie!”

“This is the first book I’ve written, and today I’m giving it to you.”

“I hope you succeed.”

Florrie said, “Thank you, Lady Hila!”

Florrie accepted the book gifted by the divine being. The book was inscribed with three beautiful characters: ‘The Art of Wishes.’

This was the first book written by the spirit race, and it took an immeasurable amount of time, even for spirits.

With this book, Hila became known as the most learned among the spirit race and a great literary talent for having published a book.

Its value was evident.

The moment Florrie accepted the book, it transformed into a beam of light that poured into her body.

The method and path to becoming Fourth-Rank were completely revealed in her mind.

The Dream Sovereign led everyone out of the Spirit Library.

From a high vantage point, she casually drew a circle, and a passage appeared in the void leading directly to the Moonlight Jungle in the mortal world.

“Go!”

Florrie led the other nymphs as they flew toward the passage, heading to the Moonlight Jungle in the mortal world.

The other nymphs stepped on starlight as they advanced, aiding Florrie in returning the spirit realm to the Dream Realm.

In the glow of the jungle, a giant book opened.

A folded spirit realm spread open.

Florrie landed on the Rainbow Tree, while the other nymphs landed in various corners of the spirit realm.

Sitting on the tree, Florrie channeled all her power, and the Rainbow Tree blossomed with brilliant light.

“Let all wishes for letters, faraway places, and yearning merge into my spirit realm,”

“Follow my letters and paper airplanes and float away to distant places!”

The paper airplanes on the Rainbow Tree floated up one after another.

They passed through the dreamlike paper realm, reaching its edge.

They entered the void, gradually dissolving in the rippling patterns.

Finally, they dispersed all their power within.

Just as Florrie had said, all yearning for distant places merged into the spirit realm.

The entire spirit realm became imbued with the Light of Wishes.

Divine Blood, Memory, and the Dream Domain merged into one.

The Rainbow Tree was the source of the Wood Nymphs’ birth and now served as their mythic organ.

The Rainbow Tree where Florrie sat could be seen erupting with unprecedented power, surging with the law of space.

The Rainbow Tree supported a spatial bubble.

The spirit realm completely vanished from the mortal world, transforming into an independent space.

Florrie also vanished from the tree.

Her entire body merged with the domain. At that moment, she became the Letter Spirit Realm, and nothing could harm her there unless someone directly destroyed the entire spirit realm and the small space.

After a long while, she reappeared from the hollow of the Rainbow Tree.

By then, she had become a spirit that traversed space, able to appear anywhere in the spirit realm at will.

She dashed across the sky.

Ripples spread across the sky, and she appeared and disappeared along them in an incredibly magical display.

When she extended her hand, objects appeared directly in it rather than being brought to her.

The nymphs also looked at Florrie in amazement, gathering together and pointing at her.

“The power of space.”

“At Fourth-Rank, one can truly wield the power of space.”

“Not like before, when we could only rely on the origin of the tree hollow.”

Florrie finally mastered her power, transforming the entire spirit realm into a small, independent space.

At this point, it was time to ascend it to the Dream Realm.

With the help of many nymphs, the Letter Spirit Realm began to break free from the earth.

From the perspective accessible only to those who had mastered the power of space, one could see an illusory bubble carrying a spirit realm like a book slowly floating toward the sky and the passage that the Dream Sovereign had opened for them.

Florrie sat on the Rainbow Tree, controlling the Letter Spirit Realm. At the same time, she bent down and said to the realm below, “Thank you!”

Other nymphs followed, saying together, “Thank you!”

They were expressing gratitude to the Ruhe Beast Moon Magic Fern.

After all, for many years, this immature spirit realm had survived its most vulnerable stage under the protection of the Moon Magic Fern.

The Letter Spirit Realm passed through the passage and ascended to the Dream Realm, wobbling as it entered the lowest layer of the Creator’s Domain.

It was an endless ocean with a Dream Continent at its center.

“Glug glug!”

Bubbles flowed around the Letter Spirit Realm.

The sea contained only endless pure water, with no visible life.

The Letter Spirit Realm flew out of the sea and landed on the Dream Continent.

It had returned once again to the Creator’s Domain.

It originated from a flowering branch, grew into a beautiful Rainbow Tree, and gave birth to the world’s first Wood Nymph.

It journeyed to the mortal world and endured for over a hundred years, transforming from a Rainbow Tree into a spirit realm.

It underwent transformation after transformation to finally achieve its perfect form.

This was the growth process of a unique being and its distinctive life cycle.

The Dream Continent had also become more colorful and diverse.

Beyond the original Rainbow Spirit Realm, there was now another Letter Spirit Realm.

One could imagine that in the future, such changes would become increasingly common, with various spirit realms and other existences filling the Dream Continent.

The Wood Nymphs held a tea party in the Letter Spirit Realm that had just returned to the Creator’s Domain.

They brought many things from the Rainbow Spirit Realm to decorate this new spirit realm.

Many nymphs had also moved their Rainbow Trees here, preparing to live long term.

Most of these nymphs were either preparing to collect or were about to collect the power of wishes.

They would need to guard the Letter Spirit Realm to obtain the power of wishes for a long time to come.

At the magical tea party in the paper realm, a small fire gently boiled flower tea and released a subtle fragrance.

One nymph put down her teacup, cupping her chin, and asked, “Now that Sister Florrie’s Letter Spirit Realm is complete, what will the next spirit realm be like?”

A nearby nymph suggested, “Let’s build a big warehouse!”

Several nymphs nodded, saying, “We can store and retrieve things anytime, and that would be very convenient.”

An older nymph remarked, “Isn’t that the Storage Spirit Realm?”

Florrie asked, “Who wants to establish it?”

Many nymphs were eager to try, looking at Florrie’s Letter Spirit Realm with envy.

A beautiful, more mature nymph was the first to raise her hand and say, “I…”

However, at this moment, a figure jumped out from behind.

She squeezed to the front of the table, assuming a know-it-all posture and said:

“I know about this. In the mortal world, this kind of work is called a warehouse keeper.”

“And for the Door Spirit Realm, the guardian is called a doorkeeper.”

The atmosphere instantly changed, and the nymphs fell into mysterious silence.

For reasons unknown, many nymphs suddenly lost interest after hearing what the little nymph said.

Florrie helplessly said to this little nymph, “Saint Raphael, you’re being mischievous again.”

This little nymph was clearly the same one who had previously referred to the Lord of Radiance as the God of Toilets and Filth.

She usually looked similar to ordinary nymphs, but occasionally she would become playful, making others feel as if she were possessed by a spirit.

Her name was originally Raphael, which could be interpreted as a quiet or silent nymph, or something like “be a little quieter.”

But one day, she insisted on adding the word “Saint” in front of her name.

Because a little spirit had told her that her name wasn’t impressive enough and had thoroughly mocked her.

Most nymphs wouldn’t take such things seriously, knowing that little spirits were simply that way by nature, without any real malice, and wouldn’t hold grudges against them.

But Raphael was different.

She returned and consulted many books, then added “Saint” to her name, becoming Saint Raphael.

Actually, she had originally wanted to add “God” to become God Raphael.

But in the end, she didn’t have the courage to do so and changed it to “Saint.”

Because of this incident, Saint Raphael had specially traveled to the Spirit Country in the God-Given Land to show off.

It must be said that her approach was quite well-received by the spirits.

She became the most popular figure in the Spirit Country that day, receiving many gifts.

Saint Raphael smiled and sat down, “This makes the tea party more interesting!”

The tea party concluded in contentment, chatter, and smiles. Although it was an unusual day, the nymphs still preferred this quiet life.

The sun of the Dream Realm set, and God’s Moon rose.

The Letter Spirit Realm also slowly closed, disappearing with the sunlight into the golden afterglow.

When open, it became a paper realm on the Dream Continent; when closed, it became a spatial bubble, embedded in the Creator’s Domain—

God-Given Land.

The Pyramid Temple also had a Rainbow Tree.

It was planted in a large flowerpot, placed outside the window where Yin Shen particularly liked to sit.

The swaying colored petals hung down, adding a touch of color to the window and bringing fragrance to the temple.

It was placed there by Shelly, with unmistakable intentions.

“Whoosh! Whoosh!”

A paper airplane flew out from the hollow of the Rainbow Tree, propelled by a peculiar wind that made it flutter as it flew.

It flew into the Pyramid Temple.

The paper airplane circled around the elongated carved chair of God Yinsai, then landed on the table beside Him.

Yin Shen cast his gaze on the table and finally reached out to pick up the paper airplane.

He unfolded the paper airplane, inside was a smiley face.

No text, no extraneous elements.

A simple drawing that conveyed its message more effectively.

Because it was sent from across a vast distance, this indirect way of conveying emotions and yearning gave a completely different feeling.

Perhaps this was the charm of letters.

Yin Shen smiled rarely, looking at the letter in his hand and suddenly wanting to write one to someone himself.

But after thinking for a long time, he didn’t know who to write to.

Finally, he took up a pen, wrote on the back of the smiley face, and placed it back in the hollow of the Rainbow Tree, saying, “Please send it to my future self.”

Light flickered in the hollow of the Rainbow Tree for a long time, but it never accepted the letter.

Perhaps the spirits had never heard of such a letter before.

After a very long time, the letter finally disappeared.

It wasn’t sent immediately, because the sender was also the recipient.

What the sender hoped to traverse was not distance, but time.

The perfection of the Letter Spirit Realm not only represented the emergence of a Fourth-Rank Wood Nymph but also signified that the Dream Sovereign’s attempt to decompose spirit ability had succeeded. At the same time, a transit station capable of handling large volumes of letters was fully opened.

From now on, deities could transmit letters through Wood Nymphs and the Letter Spirit Realm. Even some ability users under divine beings could repeatedly use this method to transmit letters.

Some kingdoms and powers could also establish their own communication channels by borrowing power from the Wood Nymphs.

In the City of Fire Protection, a divine servant reported recent discoveries to the Divine Blessed King, “Recently, more and more Rainbow Trees have directly revealed themselves. Ability users can find the locations of Rainbow Trees if they can break through the illusion.”

“My King,” he continued, “the Rainbow Trees of legend that can transmit letters. Now it’s no longer just a legend.”

The Divine Blessed King said, “Find the locations of all Rainbow Trees and record these locations on a map.”

“It is extremely important.”

As the King of Suinhor, he certainly understood the importance of transmitting information.

The alchemists of the Land of Sunrise discovered this change earlier than Suinhor, and they had even received this news in divine oracles.

In the Miracle Temple of the City of Lights, an elderly alchemist looked at the statue of the main deity, Dream Sovereign Hila, bowed to both this deity and the God of Alchemy and Desire, and then turned back to convey the divine oracle.

An alchemist following behind immediately proposed his idea, “Can Rainbow Trees be planted?”

Another alchemist immediately rebuked, “What are you trying to do?”

“You cannot touch Rainbow Trees, you cannot harm Rainbow Trees,” warned one alchemist. “Otherwise, you will face divine punishment.”

This was experience gained over the past hundred years by some ability users who didn’t know their limits and tried foolishly.

The elderly alchemist said, “Don’t forget, Rainbow Trees represent the divine messengers.”

“The main deity’s messengers are also envoys under the Dream Sovereign; they represent the divine beings.”

“However,” the elderly alchemist said, “we can pray to the divine messengers and ask them to help us plant a Rainbow Tree that belongs solely to us.”

This was considered a special gift and privilege unique to the Miracle Temple lineage.

Even the Ten Thousand Serpents Royal Court recognized the function of Rainbow Trees and searched throughout the plains for traces of them.

From this day forward, ability users from the Suinhor City-State, the Land of Sunrise, and the Ten Thousand Serpents Royal Court began to transmit letters through this method. Rainbow Trees truly became a special symbol, entering the world of mortals.

And the name of the Wood Nymphs, the divine messengers, also spread throughout the entire world.

The Gate of Spirituality in the Dream Realm suddenly opened, revealing a sacred and beautiful figure.

Duma came to the gate, standing alone inside the white mythic gate, gazing into the dark void.

She took out a piece of metal, infusing it with the power of spirituality.

Something extraordinary happened.

Under Duma’s power, the piece of metal was imbued with vitality and briefly took on characteristics of life.

It quickly struggled and transformed into a small silver-winged metal flying dragon.

This was a special application of spirituality, not particularly powerful on its own, but impossible to achieve without a thorough understanding of its fundamentals.

Even Melde, when she became a Fourth-Rank messenger, did not understand this technique.

This was a divine technique and power that Duma had explored during her solitary years after entering the Gate of Spirituality.

As for the form of the flying dragon, Duma was imitating the former Yafuan.

She also believed that this form of life appeared powerful, soaring in the sky with an indomitable posture.

“Go!”

Duma waved her hand, opening a passage to the mortal world.

The silver-winged dragon shot out, serving as Duma’s eyes and perspective as it observed the mortal world.

Duma would do this periodically, as it was her method of observing the outside world.

Far away at the edge of the world lay the New Continent.

It was the land of light beyond the Desert of the Fallen Sun.

Although the Winged People had established a new homeland here, they were quite different from the Snake People.

In terms of lifestyle, beliefs, and civilization, the Sky Messengers lived on the high Dawn Mountain and rarely left except to receive the faith of mortals.

Occasionally they would descend from Dawn Mountain, but only to spread faith and heal diseases, while seeking new seeds to become Sky Messengers.

After more than seventy years, the Winged People emerged from their primitive civilization, imitating the Snake People to establish multiple countries and powers.

They all worshipped the Lord of Radiance, with Dawn Mountain being the sacred site revered by all countries.

Royal power and divine power were completely separated.

The silver-winged dragon flew over the land.

One could see that some Winged People had imitated the Snake People by planting various crops, though they did not seem very successful. The Winged People were born to soar in the sky and were not skilled at planting, yet this method could feed more people, including the elderly and weak.

Some Winged People still maintained their hunting habits, valuing the survival of the fittest as before.

Some Winged People established powerful new kingdoms, truly utilizing the technology they had obtained from the Snake People. They smelted various weapons, fired pottery, and even learned the Spirit Realm Contract Technique from the Snake People by partnering with monsters to harness their power.

The Winged People were also exploring a civilization system and a future that were truly suited to them.

Soaring over the land and flying through day and night, the silver-winged dragon finally returned to the Dream Realm, transforming back into a piece of metal. It fell into Duma’s hand, and a smile finally appeared on Duma’s cold face.

Honestly, she had never known what the future would look like, nor could she imagine a future truly belonging to the Winged People.

She only felt that the old ways were wrong and knew she must act accordingly.

She was uncertain about how to build the Winged People’s civilization in the future.

But at that moment, she felt hope, seeing everything develop and flourish.

“It’s quite good.”

“This… is really quite good.”

She stood alone before the mythic gate, talking to herself. No one could hear or respond to her.

Duma had seen what she wanted to see and once again returned to that empty, desolate gate.

Suddenly, the Gate of Spirituality stirred again.

The Sea of Spirituality shook, and one ethereal, transparent life form after another leaped from the sea, racing into the distance.

From the depths of the Sea of Spirituality, He released a sigh.

That voice seemed filled with nostalgia.

“Barrow!”

Duma asked the divine being, “Barrow?”

“Who is Barrow?”

This was the first time Duma had heard this name, and she didn’t know who Barrow was.

The divine being also fell silent, perhaps because He too had forgotten who Barrow was.

He had merely uttered this name inadvertently.

That was the servant to whom the Lord of Radiance had entrusted everything at the final moment 250 million years ago.

He was a minor character who carried the Lord of Radiance’s final hope, hidden behind darkness and the ages.

No one remembered his name, nor did anyone know what he had done.

They didn’t even know where he went afterward.