Amid the envious, jealous, and resentful gazes of the other players, Cyber walked up to the Elf Skeleton.

He bowed slightly to it, then reached out to touch the armor on its body.

And the instant his hand brushed the armor, a pale golden halo blossomed over the skeleton; its equipment, its bones... everything turned into photons in a heartbeat and scattered in all directions.

Cyber froze.

The players behind him also froze.

However, at that moment, the pale golden photons slowly gathered again, condensing in midair into a crystal clear, translucent crystal.

Cyber reached out instinctively, and the crystal fell into his palm.

Warm and cool at the same time.

The instant he touched it, Cyber felt a rush of emotion surge into his heart—satisfaction, serenity, tinged with a faint sorrow and even regret.

At the same time, a fragment of information about the crystal surfaced in his mind:

[Donar’s Remnant Crystal]

[This is a crystal shard formed from the remnant will of the Judgement Sword Donar in the final moment of His life. It records a portion of His will, and only those of His bloodline may use their own blood to activate it.]

Judgement Sword Donar? Remnant Crystal?

Cyber’s heart stirred.

After thinking for a moment, he cut his own finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the crystal.

The next second, the crystal burst into dazzling light, engulfing Cyber, and his gaze went hazy in an instant.

The crystal kept flickering, and Cyber’s expression flickered and shifted along with it.

Only after a full ten minutes did the light slowly fade, and Cyber came back to himself from his daze.

Looking at the crystal again, his eyes were full of emotion and complexity. Letting out a soft sigh, he turned around to face the players behind him:

"Everyone, whoever has a Magic Crystal, link us to the Floating City’s Magic Image, now."

A few players were stunned for a moment, then immediately did as he said.

Once communication was restored, the images of Cyber and the others appeared in the command room of the Floating City. Facing the Magic Crystal, he picked up the Remnant Crystal he had just obtained and spoke to Le Tianpai and the others on the other side:

"Everyone, I’ve found a relic of the Thunder Demigod Sword of Judgment Donar—a Remnant Crystal!"

"I think... I know what happened to the Thunder Clan."

...

The Dingyuan, inside the command room.

High-ranking players from various guilds had gathered here, their gazes fixed on the Remnant Crystal Cyber had brought.

Life Saintess Alice walked up to the crystal, held it carefully in both hands, and placed it into the enhancement Array that had long been prepared.

Then she began to mutter an ancient incantation under her breath, cut her fingertip, and let her blood drip onto it.

Brilliant light once more bloomed upon the crystal; in the next instant, countless photons flew out from within it, forming a vague, illusory figure.

It was a handsome Elf clad in armor, both hands gripping a sword.

His expression was resolute; with somewhat vacant eyes he looked straight ahead, lips moving slightly as a deep, resonant voice echoed through the command room:

"My descendants of a later age... I am Donar Thunderbolt, the Judgement Sword."

"By the time you see this remnant will, I should already be dead. For you to have made it here, I suppose... you must also be searching for the whereabouts of the Thunder Elves."

"You must be confused by everything here, and worried about the survival of our clan."

"Do not be anxious... Next, allow me to tell you the story of our Thunder Clan..."

"After the despicable Yiteo joined forces with many faith-based Divine to betray the Mother Goddess, as one of the Eight Divine Envoys of the Elf Clan, I, like my other companions, began leading our people in preparations for migration—to preserve a spark of life for the Elf Clan, and to seek a way to awaken the slumbering Mother Goddess once more."

"This Lost World, once belonging to an Arcane Civilization, is the place I chose."

"Yes, I call it a Lost World. This plane is covered with traces left by the Arcane Civilization. I suspect it was once one of the planes they reshaped to escape the hunt of dragons and Titans, a plane with hidden coordinates and the ability to evade mythic detection."

"And this, in turn, provided an excellent refuge for our Thunder Clan."

"After coming here, we settled down, studying the ancient knowledge left by the Arcane Civilization while we licked the wounds the war had inflicted upon us, prepared for the revival of the Mother Goddess, and searched for the whereabouts of the Arcane Civilization..."

"Yes, searching for the whereabouts of the Arcane Civilization."

"Upon discovering this plane, I realized that the Arcane Civilization here had not been destroyed; it was as if they had vanished overnight. However... I do not believe they suffered some calamity. Rather, it felt as though they had left this place."

"Where... could they have gone? I was very curious."

"While leading our people to recuperate and flourish within this plane, I was constantly searching for the answer to that question, because I understood that since even I could find this plane, then... this plane could hardly be called truly safe."

"I needed to find where the Arcane Civilization had gone. Perhaps... that could provide our Elf Clan with a refuge even better than this Lost World! Or perhaps... we might find the Arcane Civilization of old. They once received the grace of the Mother Goddess; perhaps we could also obtain their aid."

"This was not a simple task, and I was always worried that the Lost World might be discovered at any time by the ever-stronger Yiteo."

"Fortunately, the legacy left by the Arcane Civilization was indeed powerful. Not only did they have plane-level Magic Arrays capable of concealing a plane’s coordinates, they also had soul Arrays that could deceive the Netherworld, allowing the whereabouts of my people to remain as hidden as possible..."