【The Spirit's Sowing Festival】(Prologue)-(2)

(Prologue)
Approximately two thousand years ago, a war known as the War of Extinction broke out on this continent. It was an
unprecedented war lasting two hundred years, engulfing the three major races: Elves, Orcs, and Humans.
The Orcs and Humans lost all their high-level combat power, including their gods,
leaving only a few hundred thousand people remaining on each side. While the Elves, in comparison, retained one of their strongest legendary mages and approximately four hundred thousand
people, they too faced the threat of extinction.
During the war, the Elves, already struggling with population issues, lost all their
males except for the legendary mage, as well as all the Trees of Life. This directly led to the
demise of their two methods of reproduction: natural reproduction and birth from the Mother Tree. The crisis of extinction loomed within centuries.
At this critical juncture, the last remaining legendary mage—Enios—stepped forward. He clearly
understood that he, as a single man, could not ensure the continuation of his race. After ten years of research,
he finally found a way to save the Elven race.
He used his divinely powerful magic as nourishment, his body as the soil, and his soul as
the sunlight, to revive a sapling of the Tree of Life that should have died. Within a few short months,
the sapling had grown into a towering tree, similar to the Tree of Life yet distinctly different.
The elves' instincts told them that this tree was their hope for the future. Just as the elves were about to rejoice
, they discovered that where the legendary mage had stood, only a simple staff remained
; the mage himself had vanished.
Beside the staff, the ground bore the inscription: "The future of the elves is entrusted to you. I will be with
you forever, together with the new Elven Mother Tree." With the disappearance of the last male elf, the elves' new
Mother Tree—the Great Tree later known as the Tree of Sowing—was born, and the era of the elves
began...
(1) The Beginning
It is now February of the 999th year of the new calendar. More than two thousand years after the war of extinction, the elves have ruled
the entire continent for nearly a thousand years, with a population approaching one hundred million. The civilization of the elves has reached the peak of this era.
High Priestess Listi, Saintess Eslia, this year's Sowing Festival has been successfully completed. According to
statistics from various places, a total of 230,645 women successfully became pregnant through the Tree of Sowing this year. Of these,
elves accounted for about half, and the rest were mostly humans or beastmen. Inside the temple of the Tree of Sowing, an elf
in the form of a young girl reported to a slightly older elf and another young elf.
Is that so? The number of pregnant women has decreased again this year. At this rate, the Tree of Sowing
will completely lose its function in less than a thousand years. Listi sighed slowly. It's important to understand that since the War of Extinction, most
intelligent beings have faced population problems. This has led to the current situation where the numerous
offspring trees evolved from the Primal Tree of Sowing have become the primary method of reproduction for intelligent beings.
"Yes, other races initially had some males, but during the continental unification war a thousand years ago,
all the men died directly or indirectly due to the war, leaving them, like us elves, to rely on
the Tree of Sowing for reproduction. However, everything is as the Primal Mother Tree predicted. If that plan succeeds, we elves
and all other intelligent beings can regain the ability to reproduce naturally." Saintess Aislia seemed to be
thinking about something as she spoke, her face slightly flushed.
The Primal Mother Tree that Aislia referred to was, of course,
the original Tree of Sowing cultivated by the legendary mage Enios at the cost of his own life. From some unknown time, the Primal Tree developed a will
and began guiding the elven race towards prosperity.
"Saintess Aislia, you are right. Everything will hinge on the Great Sowing Festival next year. Then, everything will
be in your hands." The High Priest nodded in thanks as she spoke.
"Not at all, High Priestess. This year will be in your hands. I will be performing a year-long purification ritual
, and the Primordial Mother Tree's energy needs will increase in preparation for this special Great Sowing Festival. I hope
the priests can manage." Aislia replied.
"Rest assured, even if it costs the entire priesthood, we will ensure the preparations are completed perfectly. All for the sake of the entire
Elven race. May the Primordial Mother Tree protect us." The High Priest's tone was extremely solemn. He knew that at this
time next year, the Elven race would face the most crucial moment concerning their future.
"Yes, may we receive the protection of the great Primordial Mother Tree—Enios." In the instant she finished speaking
, Saintess Aislia vanished from the temple. The High Priest knew that the Saintess had returned to the Forest Sanctuary
to begin her year-long purification ritual.
【Since the Holy Maiden has begun the ceremony, it's about time I started too. Pass down the order to have the twelve
high priests assemble in the name of the Primordial Mother Tree】The High Priest said to the elven messenger who had been standing to the side.
【Yes, High Priest】The messenger left the temple's secret chamber the moment he finished speaking.
No one knows yet that the Wheel of the World will begin an unprecedented rampage in twenty years
.
(2) The Ritual of Dedication
In March of the 999th year of the New Calendar, in previous years, since the Sowing Festival had just ended, this period was generally
the most leisurely time for the Primordial Mother Tree Temple. But this year was different. For
a 【special ritual】that would affect the future of all intelligent beings in next year's Great Sowing Festival, this huge institution of the temple began an unprecedented
operation.
A month ago, the High Priest summoned all twelve high priests, and a week later,
the fourth high priest of the twelve high priests brought all the mid-to-high-level priests of the Fourth Temple to the Primordial Mother Tree Temple.
Here we must mention the twelve high priests. These twelve women are not necessarily priestesses in the literal sense. The high
priests are the highest responsible persons in each region of the continent. Their power is second only to the saintess and the high priest. They are also responsible
for guarding and caring for the second generation of the twelve branches of the tree of sowing.
Including the High Priest, the thirteen High Priests possess at least Saint-level power, and through
the "Merging Ritual" with the Tree of Origin every ten years, they can greatly purify their power, making it easier to increase their strength.
About half of the thirteen High Priests are elves, the rest are of other races. The High Priest, and the fourth through
twelfth High Priests, possess special secret methods to pass on a portion of their experience to the next High Priest. The First, Second,
and Third High Priests are extremely special; none of them are elves. The First High Priest is a dragon,
the Second High Priest is a water elemental, and the Third High Priest's race is unknown, only that she has a human-like appearance.
These three High Priests have remained unchanged since the birth of the second generation of the Tree of Origin, and their strength
has at least reached the Legendary level. In a sense, they wield greater influence than the High Priest
.
The Temple of the Tree of Origin has a place called the Altar of Offering, located in
the center of the open-air plaza in front of the Tree of Origin. All "Offering Ritual," or "Merging Ritual," is held here. The so-called
"coitus ritual" is a way of offering a portion of one's power as nourishment to the Primordial Mother Tree. The offerer can also
purify their power. Generally, apart from the high priest, each priest only has one or two
opportunities to participate in this ritual in their lifetime.
"How is the situation, Liz? You must know that the preparations for this are extremely important; there can be no negligence.
" The Fourth High Priestess, Titia, asked her adjutant. "
Yes, Lady Titia, the situation is not optimistic. About four-thirds of the Fourth Temple's staff
are exhausted from this special coitus ritual. Fortunately, none are in mortal danger, but it's
impossible to conduct another ritual in the short term. The last group is now beginning the ritual." Titia
's adjutant, Liz, replied in a girlish voice.
Hearing her adjutant's answer, Titia couldn't help but turn her gaze to the altar of offering. From a human perspective,
what was happening on the altar could be considered incredibly lewd. The people on the altar were divided into two groups: one group was naked
in the center, while the other group was undressing at the edge of the altar.
The women on the platform were covered in white, fragrant tree sap,
their bodies lifted into the air by dense, slippery, tentacle-like branches.
Some branches were clearly seen relentlessly attacking the women's genitals,
thrusting in and out of their vaginas and anuses, occasionally spurting white sap from their tips.
When a woman was lowered, it meant she had reached her climax. At this point,
the elves below would control treant golems to carry her off the platform. Treants were used to prevent
rescuers from being drawn into the ritual; this had happened before at the beginning of the ceremony.
At the edge of the platform, priests, already undressed, worked in groups of two or three, touching or playing with each other
's erogenous zones as a warm-up to prevent injury during the ritual.
"Ah... this feels so strange, what's going on?" The speaker was one of the young
priestesses, the youngest elven priestess in the Fourth Temple. Although she possessed considerable strength at such a young age,
her mind was still that of a child, and her physique appeared to be only about ten years old. Right now, she
was being toyed with by a cat-person priestess and a fox-person priestess using their tails.
Just as the cat-person priestess was about to thrust her tail into the young priestess's hidden area, a sudden
branch entangled her and pulled her to the very center of the altar of offering. Not only her, but all the other priestesses on the edge
were also swept up in the process.
It turned out that about a minute earlier, all the priestesses on the altar of offering had been "dead." Without
a target, the branch naturally shifted its focus to the "delicious" objects on the edge, continuing its lewd drama.
"Has the aid from the Fifth Temple not arrived yet? They should have arrived three days ago according to the plan." Titya was somewhat anxious. The priests on the platform were the last group; if 　　the ceremony was interrupted
without aid arriving , it would have to start all over again. 　　 "Not yet, my lady. Due to a landslide, the main force will be delayed by five days. The Fifth High Priest 　　is leading an elite force of swordsmen on a forced march here, and they are expected to arrive in half a day." The adjutant continued reporting 　　the intelligence she had just received. 　　 "Half a day? These last batch of priests definitely won't last that long. There's no other way; if it really 　　comes to it, I'll have to step in myself. Liz, come with me, help me warm up." Titia frowned, walking 　　towards the altar of offering. 　　 Hearing this, Liz was initially stunned, then seemed to realize something. "Helping Lady Titia warm up 　　means we'll be touching each other, maybe even... you know..." Thinking this, her face instantly 　　turned bright red, hot breath escaping from her head, successfully transforming from an ice queen to a pure 　　young girl in an instant. 　　 "What's wrong, Liz? Hurry up and catch up." Titia on the altar had already begun to unfasten her heavy 　　priestess robes, urging her adjutant below. 　　 "Yes...yes, my lady, coming right now." Liz, still flushed, hurriedly 　　walked towards the altar. 　　 (To be continued 　　 )

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