As a priest from the upper realm, Dao Lao had grown indifferent to the life and death of creatures in the lower realm. However, seeing the pain in Binggantang's eyes as he waited for the departure of the Grim Reaper with his father, Dao Lao couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy. Thus, he spoke, "Life and death are predetermined. Though your father will leave you today, he won't depart this world entirely. Death is just the beginning of another journey. Binggantang, since you already know much about us, your future path is bound to change. So, it doesn't hurt to let you know a bit more!"

Then, with a sigh of resignation, Dao Lao continued, "Ah, looks like I'll have quite the report to write this time! No, if I get fined for this, I'll have to ask Judge Yan to reimburse me fully!"

After muttering to himself, Dao Lao waved to Binggantang, who looked puzzled. "Binggantang, considering your contributions during our mission, I'll put in a request for some rewards when we return. Of course, to acknowledge your efforts in helping us apprehend the moldering energy, I can advance you some rewards. Binggantang, let's go. Bring your father and follow me to the rooftop!"

With that, Dao Lao signaled for everyone to return to the rooftop of the Blackstone Castle. Although Binggantang didn't fully understand Dao Lao's words, he felt it necessary to follow him. So, he lifted his rapidly fading father and hurried after Dao Lao along with the others.

Upon reaching the rooftop, Haoyun saw the Grim Reaper priest he had encountered in the council hall. Additionally, he observed many soul-guiding priests busy around the sky, helping guide departing souls. However, one soul-guiding priest wasn't engaged in guiding souls and instead hovered silently with magical wings, awaiting their arrival.

"Friend, have you captured Siewen's soul?" Dao Lao inquired upon entering the rooftop.

"Yes. The dark necromancy on him dissipated much faster than expected. Shortly after you left, he succumbed due to the protection of necromantic magic and moldering energy," the priest replied.

"The soul-guiding priest just sent Siewen's soul back to the Underworld. Even in death, that guy remains restless. Hmph! He's in for a tough time ahead!" The priest spoke with disdain toward Siewen.

Then, addressing Dao Lao, he added, "Honestly, letting creatures in the lower realm know about this isn't a good idea. If it affects the timeline, it'll be a big problem."

"Don't worry! We've already caused quite a stir here in dealing with Elina, who's reached the six-star level of power. A little more won't hurt! Besides, now that this person knows some of our secrets, according to the rules of the Spirit Realm, he's already on the observer list. So, even if he learns a little more about us from now on, it's okay!" Dao Lao said nonchalantly.

"Hmph! Well, I'm here to clean up the mess anyway. As long as you don't interfere with my work, anything goes! Oh, by the way, after I finish cleaning up, you owe me a meal! You still haven't treated me to the one you promised last time!" Since Dao Lao had spoken so, the priest adopted an attitude of making them bear the consequences if anything went wrong.

"Sure! No problem! I'll treat you to two meals then! Let me tell you, my new assistant comes from a land of delicacies. They have butter hotpot, grilled skewers, and the taste is out of this world!" Dao Lao generously replied. Then, patting Haoyun's shoulder, he indicated that Haoyun would treat everyone to a satisfying meal later. Haoyun nearly couldn't resist kicking Dao Lao off the rooftop for digging a hole in his wallet once again.

Afterward, Dao Lao expressed gratitude to the cooperating soul-guiding priest. The priest then flew to Binggantang and tapped his forehead, allowing him to see his own presence after a blink. Although Binggantang was shocked to see the soul-guiding priest hovering in mid-air, he quickly calmed down, thanks to Haoyun's earlier warning, and focused on his father once again. He knew that the priest, resembling the legendary angel, would soon take his father away.

"Binggantang, as you've seen, your father hasn't truly died; his soul is merely departing this world. Next, your father will embark on his next journey, just like any other creature whose body has perished. So, don't be too sad. Instead, strive to complete your own trial. Perhaps one day, you'll reunite with your father," Dao Lao said kindly.

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Since Binggantang now knew the true identities of Haoyun and Dao Lao, he naturally believed in Dao Lao's advice. His grief over the imminent loss of his father began to ease, aided by the fantastical scenes before him. Thus, Binggantang took a deep breath, hugged his father once more, and bid him a final farewell as tears once again filled his eyes.

"Sob... sob...! Rest peacefully on your journey, my dear father. I hope that one day, we can meet again." Binggantang whispered softly as he gently kissed his father's face, which still bore a loving smile.

As Binggantang's father passed away, several unsettling horn sounds echoed from the sky in an instant. Binggantang looked up and saw that the horns were being blown by the hovering soul guides in mid-air. Accompanied by the continuous reverberation of the horns around, a soul-soothing holy light emanated from the soul guides' hands, shining directly on Tang Laopai's body, quickly drawing out a translucent gray figure from his corpse.

This gray figure was naturally Tang Laopai's soul. Tang Laopai appeared calm, giving Binggantang a faint smile before turning around and flying into the sky with the soul guide, disappearing into a patch of white clouds. As Tang Laopai departed, his body, still held by Binggantang, immediately withered and turned black, disintegrating into dust in a sudden gust of wind that passed by. Binggantang calmly waited for the wind to scatter his father's remains, then slowly stood up, gazing with a melancholic smile towards the horizon where his father disappeared, unwilling to leave for a long time.

With Anxilin and Elina's conspiracies, the hidden schemes behind black magic, and the conspiracy that caused the elves of the Dark and Light tribes to engage in a century-long conflict, both the Dark and Light elves fell into deep reflection. Why did they have to engage in endless conflict when they could coexist harmoniously and peacefully on the planet of Elf? What was the meaning behind the boundaries between races, indulging in pursuits that corrupted their minds, bringing only momentary pleasure but eternal pain?

Having suffered significant mental trauma from the rampant spread of mold energy, the elves saw their insignificance. However, now that they had rid themselves of the manipulation of mold energy, they could think more clearly about their past actions and reconsider their future direction.

Therefore, in the days that followed, the elves of both tribes who had laid down their weapons and abandoned their fights due to freeing themselves from the interference of mold energy came together again. They began to reexamine their past behaviors and inevitably criticized the various policies implemented by the Black Magic Association and the White Magic Association in the past. It was from this moment that the existing system of the Dark Elf and Light Elf tribes began to disintegrate. The elves, now with regained consciousness, decided to rebuild their homes together, reclaiming the peace and beauty of their lost lives.

To dispel the long-standing animosity between the Light and Dark elf tribes, the elves of Elf unanimously agreed to abolish the dominant status of the Black Magic Association and the White Magic Association over their respective main tribes. They also abolished the titles of the Light and Dark elf tribes, and integrated all elves into a new race—the Elven race.

Since all the elves on Elf now knew that the three individuals who descended from the sky, led by Haixi, helped them break the mold energy conspiracy and saved them from dire straits, their thoughts naturally received extra attention during the elves' reconstruction of their homeland. Therefore, based on the proposals and strong recommendations of the three, the idea of peaceful coexistence put forward by Binggantang and his companions early on quickly gained universal recognition among the Elven people.

Binggantang, due to his important assistance in combating mold energy during the battle, gained high prestige among the Elven people. It was because of this that Binggantang was ultimately elected as the first Archbishop of the Elven race by unanimous vote. The group of elves who followed Binggantang everywhere, risking their lives, also became the backbone of the new Elven Association, and prepared to establish the concept of peaceful coexistence and harmonious development as the core development outline of the Elven race.

Of course, the heavenly realm did not prevent the three individuals from participating in the reconstruction of Elf, but allowed them to assist the Elven people in establishing the new system in a very restrained manner. Because even now, there were still many remnants of mold energy scattered on Elf. Therefore, as Binggantang became the new leader of Elf, he would naturally better cooperate with the soul guide in capturing the remaining mold energy.

In addition, through the events triggered by mold energy, the heavenly realm noticed this group of elves and saw their unique qualities different from the ordinary creatures of the lower realm. Simply put, the elves possessed a strong spirit of unity and cooperation and had strong plasticity. It was because of this that the Elven race was marked by the heavenly realm and received special attention from the heavenly realm.

According to Judge Yan's later explanation, it was because the elves possessed unique talents that had not yet been activated, which allowed them to have the opportunity to advance the entire tribe to become upper-level saints in the future. As long as the elves could steadily progress in the future, they would one day be approved by the heavenly realm and the entire tribe would be promoted to saints, joining the big family of the 13th realm of the underworld.

Although the elves had not fully recovered from the torment of mold energy, they relied on their regained strong will to efficiently complete the work of rebuilding their homes. With the efficient cooperation of the Elven people, the three individuals also successfully completed all subsequent work here in just a few days. Therefore, the three returned to the rooftop of the Blackstone Castle, preparing to bid farewell to Binggantang, oh no, they should now call him Archbishop Harvey. Ready to bid farewell to Archbishop Harvey.

At this moment, Archbishop Harvey, dressed in a red robe, stood on the rooftop of Blackstone Castle, overlooking the city now officially renamed "City of Ardor," where mixed feelings pervaded amidst a scene of bustling activity. Upon seeing the arrival of the three companions, Archbishop Harvey sighed deeply and then, with a slightly mischievous tone, said, "My father always hoped that I would become the finest chef on the planet of Elf. Alas! Unfortunately, for the future of the Elven race, I must let his wish remain unfulfilled! However, do you three really believe that Binggantang is suitable for this position? You see, I am just a chef who has been dealing with biscuits for most of my life. Now you want me to lead the Elven race. Won't this be overestimating my abilities and possibly jeopardizing the future of the Elven race?"