Chapter 1456 - 938: The Trial of Clarity

Chapter 1456: Chapter 938: The Trial of Clarity

As Vane sweats and fights with bloodshed in the trial of steel and lava.

In the luminous depths of chaos under the dome of rules, another Soul Guardian elite—the Elf Hunter Legolas, Hunting Arrow, is also undergoing his own Path of Legends.

He is also one of the members of Vane’s team.

Unlike Vane’s confusion, Legolas’s consciousness is incredibly clear, as clear as dawn piercing through the mist.

In this wondrous space, he chooses his desired rule purely based on his own will, decisively.

All these external manifestations of rules floating under the dome of rules carry unique expression of meaning, if you can discern their essence, you naturally can choose the rule towards which your heart inclines.

And as his fingertips lightly touch the "Hunting Arrow Ribbon" seemingly woven from flowing light and intangible threads, in an instant.

He feels not devoured but a strange yet intimate "invitation."

He immediately recognizes it, as though an ancient ballad deep in his bloodline is suddenly awakened, stirring a distant echo.

According to the Night Watcher’s research, the origin of all humanoid races is humanity.

And it is said that the elf race initially promised, due to a twist of fate, to change the entire race, one core reason being the desire to hunt more perfectly in the deep forests.

At that time, their tribe was already the most outstanding part of the human tribe in hunting ability—they lived in the verdant sea of forests, symbiotic with nature, relying on hunting forest beasts to survive.

Since then, elf hunters have become the world-renowned top hunters, this reputation spreading like wildfire.

Thus, elf hunters became the source of all hunter skills.

In the ancient legends passed down through generations of elf hunters, in those epic poems sung orally describing ancestors battling deadly with terrifying giant beasts in the barbaric era.

The "Hunting Arrow Ribbon" is a supreme symbol of glory existing only in mythology.

It is not a tangible object, but represents a perfect harmony and sacred covenant achieved with the way of hunting perfectly, between hunter and prey, with environment, and even the hunting rules themselves in the invisible.

It symbolizes absolute precision, lethal patience, and profound insight into the essence of prey—a hunting divinity beyond skills, almost instinctive.

"Hunting Arrow Rule..."

Legolas’s heart shakes violently and is immediately submerged in immense joy, like a thirsty traveler encountering a spring.

Without a trace of hesitation, his consciousness follows the warm guidance of the ribbon, diving into it instantly.

The dizziness flashes away, his feet are already stepping on the solid and warm floor.

The fresh scent of pinewood, the dry smell of beast fur, and the familiar scent of metal and grease mix into his nose, evoking instinctive familiar memories.

He stands in the center of a typical hunter’s house, looking around:

On the rough wooden walls hang dried furs, various tools are piled in corners, embers glow red in the hearth, the entire space filled with a tranquil and focused atmosphere.

Legolas’s lips curve into a familiar and confident arc.

"Indeed! Related to hunting, this is the embodiment of the trial I have pursued my whole life."

He quickly calms himself down, analyzing the situation according to Alyris’s previous guidance:

The rule trials are weird and varied, almost with no fixed pattern, but can extrapolate based on the environment and understanding of the rule.

In this mysterious mental space constructed by rules, the goal is undoubtedly completing the hunting trial, thereby comprehending the quintessence of the "Hunting Arrow Rule."

He immediately senses his own status:

The surging Level Ten Peak power within has vanished, replaced by a long-lost feeling of "lightness" and "limitation."

Body strength, reaction speed, sensory acuity...

Approximately equivalent to those outstanding ordinary hunters on the continent, slightly superior before the Night Watcher’s descent, around Level Three standard.

In an era before the Night Watcher arrived, when combat power had not yet swelled, Level Three already was quite a good level, even the elite knight was just so.

Thus, a Level Three hunter could definitely be considered excellent—after all, most hunters were merely Level Two.

So now, is he an elite hunter with exquisite skills but limited power?

The clothing on his body is durable coarse cloth, simple and practical, without any added magical protection.

"Stripped of power, merely retaining the most core skills and instincts?" Legolas’s eyes sharp as an eagle’s, "Excellent, this is the purest test of hunting."

Not only does he not feel panicked or impatient, but he relishes in it, a long-lost excitement filling his heart.

As the power grew, the joy of hunting had already become scarce; but in the times of weakness, any slightly challenging beast could make his blood boil.

He didn’t rush toward the splendid equipment racks.

A truly excellent hunter, the primary task before entering the hunting field is to clarify the target. However, the hut is empty and silent, only the crackling sound of the fireplace breaking the stillness, without any direct information prompts.

Legolas begins a meticulous search, movements nimble like a cat.

He checks the drawers of the wooden table, explores the gaps of the fireplace, rummages through the clutter in the corners, even lifting the heavy hanging furs...

Finally, in an inconspicuous, dust-covered slot on the fireplace shelf, he finds an ancient hunting notebook with a severely worn leather cover.

He quickly flips through it, the yellowed pages rustling softly.

The notebook contains no explicit hunting task list, no clear image or name of the prey, it is filled with scattered clues requiring hunters’ wisdom to interpret: