Slime True Immortal

Chen Yu's round, gelatinous head sank into contemplation as he recalled the fragmented information gleaned from adventurer logs, merchant caravan rumors, and Count Bran's boastful tales.

Far to the west, beyond the continuous Shadow Mountains and the vast Golden Radiance Valley, and further westward still, lies a fertile region celebrated by bards as the "Emerald Crown."

There, countless ancient oak trees tower into the clouds, their forests so dense they seem capable of swallowing the sky.

Legend holds that the ancestors of the elves gathered under a sacred oak with a trunk as massive as a mountain and a canopy that could shade the entire sky. Under its protection and inspiration, they thrived and multiplied, gradually establishing numerous elven city-states founded on the highest principles of equality, justice, and harmony with nature.

These city-states are loosely connected and largely autonomous. However, to collectively resist threats and incursions from the outside world—including human kingdoms, orc tribes, and even Abyssal demons—they spontaneously formed the Ancient Tree Council. They also centralized the legitimacy and interpretive authority of their faith within the Nature Temple, overseen by ancient elves.

This is one of the few, historically long-lived, yet relatively secluded and mysterious elven nations on the continent.

It has no specific name. Some call it the Emerald Kingdom, others call it the Holy Hymn.

Nearly all elves who now adventure across the continent or settle in human kingdoms originate from this distant homeland.

Even for many elven descendants born abroad, that sacred land bathed in the light of the Sacred Oak is a homeland they dream of and yearn to see once in their lifetime.