Chapter 831
Demigods Join the Battle
The original dangerous place.
Azure plains.
In the vast, seemingly endless territory of the primordial world, the Azure Plains are undoubtedly one of the most scenic and dangerous places.
It is also one of the three major grasslands in the original world.
Here, "boundless" is by no means an exaggerated rhetoric of a literary person, but a very realistic description.
The vast expanse of the green plain stretches east to west and north to south in units of "hundreds of billions of kilometers".
In comparison, the diameter of Azure Star is only 1.5 kilometers.
If you were to draw a straight line on the grassland, you could string together ten million blue stars along that line.
Placing the Azure Star on the vast green plains is like placing a grain of sand into a boundless desert.
The verdant plains have a distinct four seasons.
In the height of summer.
The temperature on the grassland surface will soar to over fifty degrees Celsius.
It was the dead of winter.
The temperature here will suddenly drop to below minus fifty degrees Celsius.
But what is most amazing is the "green grass" that is found in every corner of the grassland—it is the only plant in the vast green plain, and there is no other plant in the grassland.
Whether in the sweltering heat or the freezing cold, the evergreen grass never withers.
On Azure Star, the vast majority of herbaceous plants are annuals, such as rice and tomatoes.
From seed germination to sprouting, leaf growth, flowering, fruiting, and finally withering and death, the entire life cycle is only a short year.
Although the green grass is a herbaceous plant, it has broken the growth constraints of all known herbs and achieved true immortality.
Countless civilized worlds have tried to unravel the secret of the "immortal green grass" and attempted to transplant it back to their own world.
Unfortunately, all of these attempts failed.
Once it leaves the verdant plains, the green grass seems to be unable to adapt to the new environment, and it withers within six months at most.
It's worth mentioning that in two other seasons, the green grass also creates two amazing spectacle.
Every spring.
The green grass will quietly sprout slender flower stems, with each top blooming into a snow-white, fluffy flower ball, resembling a dandelion but even fuller and purer.
A gentle spring breeze swept by, and countless white flower seeds danced in the air. The once boundless green grassland was instantly covered by this "white snow," transforming into a silver-clad "snowfield."
After the season enters autumn.
The green grass will then shed its emerald green color and undergo a magnificent transformation—its stems and leaves will gradually turn a deep, fiery red.
A fierce autumn wind swept across the grassland, the red grass blades undulating and tumbling in the wind, turning the entire green plain into a boundless, burning inferno.
The spectacular sights were so magnificent that they would never be forgotten.
At this moment.
The verdant plains were bathed in the early spring air, with a crisp, cool breeze in the air.
The lush green grass covering the grassland has flower heads at its tips that are not yet fully formed. They are plump and full, covered with half-open, snow-white fluff.
Looking out, the vast expanse of lush green grass is dotted with countless snow-white specks.
In a secluded corner by a giant lake, a place usually untouched by anyone, something unusual is quietly happening.
"rustle!"
Accompanied by the sound of grass blades rubbing together.
The grass blades, which were over three meters tall, seemed to be gently parted by two invisible hands, creating a path several meters wide.
Yang Fan's figure appeared—this was an avatar carried by his soul, walking unhurriedly towards the lakeside.
The edges of the surrounding grass blades gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen, their sharpness comparable to that of a knife.
They keenly sensed the presence of the outsiders and instantly displayed visible hostility.
The once-spread-out blades of grass suddenly tensed, their edges showing a noticeably deeper metallic sheen. The blades flared wildly, their sharp tips pointing directly at Yang Fan, as if trying to shred the intruder into pieces.
Strangely, when the blades of grass approached within three meters, they seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, their twisting movements suddenly stopped, and their hostility vanished instantly.
Yang Fan ignored the movement of the grass beside him and continued walking forward.
With the power of the laws of life he has mastered, he can easily simulate a life imprint, deceiving the Azure Grass's perception.
Not long after.
As another blade of grass rustled apart, the vast expanse of the lake came into Yang Fan's view.
Due to the abundance of moisture, this pristine and dangerous place is dotted with countless lakes and marshes.
The lake in front of us covers an area of at least one million square kilometers, which would be considered an ocean on the planet Azure.
But in the vast, green plains, such lakes are plentiful.
On Yang Fan's right shoulder, a small, illusory tree about half a meter tall stood quietly.
Its appearance is extremely exquisite, with a slender trunk covered with fine lines, and leaves as thin as cicada wings, as translucent as jade, and shimmering with a faint white light.
The leaves swayed in the breeze, and tiny particles of light slid off the tips of the leaves and vanished into the air in an instant, creating a dreamlike scene.
"Splash—"
The gentle sound of the tide washes over the lakeside, carrying the unique coolness and dampness of the lake water.
The illusory little tree on Yang Fan's shoulder suddenly drooped down, its leaves all outstretched.
The leaves, as thin as cicada wings, lost their shimmering white sheen and became dull and helpless, causing even the slender branches to droop slightly.
His listless appearance conveyed an indescribable sense of grievance and sorrow.
Anyone who sees it can instantly feel the sadness it is feeling at that moment.
Yang Fan gazed at the ripples spreading across the lake and sighed softly.
After a moment of silence.
The leaves on the tree slowly began to stand up again, but they still looked somewhat wilted.
A voice, tinged with a touch of childishness yet laced with deep sorrow, suddenly rang out: "The mother tree has indeed departed."
This is the voice of Xiao Cang, the World Tree rooted in the Blue Star.
The "mother tree" it spoke of was none other than the once-renowned demigod-level World Tree of the Primordial World—Huanluotian.
This legendary colossal tree is rooted deep at the bottom of the Azure Plains Lake. After countless years of tempering, it finally broke through the fourth barrier and ascended to become a demigod-level existence that inspires awe in countless living beings.
The Illusory Heaven is no ordinary World Tree; it is a rare World Tree with spatial attributes, capable of freely traversing through void rifts and even tearing apart spatial barriers to create exclusive hidden realms.
What's even more remarkable is that it has also awakened a faint precognitive ability, allowing it to glimpse the vague trajectory of the future.
More than 20 years ago, it was with this precognitive ability that Huan Luotian foresaw his own doom.
This is an irreversible catastrophe, a deadly pursuit from behind-the-scenes forces, from which there is no escape.
In order to perpetuate the hope of its race, it resolutely chose to exhaust some of its life force to condense a large number of World Tree seeds containing the essence of space. Then, with the last bit of power of the laws of space, it sent these seeds into the endless void, letting them drift along the void currents to the distant corners of the primordial world.
Xiao Cang was the luckiest of these seeds.
It drifted in the void for several years before finally arriving near Azure Star, where it unexpectedly met Yang Fan. It eventually took root and grew on Azure Star, gradually becoming the ninth-tier Abundant Earth Tree it is today.
Just a year ago, Yang Fan specially dispatched an avatar, carrying a projection condensed by Xiao Cang with the power of origin, to embark on a long journey to explore the primordial world.
After overcoming countless hardships, the man and the tree finally found the exact location where Huan Luotian fell—the lake in front of them called "Tianhuan Lake".
For a long time, Xiao Cang had always harbored a sliver of hope.
Perhaps the mother tree did not truly perish back then, but instead used some heaven-defying method to temporarily conceal its presence.
Perhaps He is hiding in some unknown crevice in the void, waiting for the right moment to reappear in the world.
however.
When Xiao Cang truly stood on the shore of Huanluo Lake, he felt the faint aura that remained deep in the lake, the same as his own origin but which had long since dissipated.
The magical connection between the mother tree and the offspring, transcending time and space, made it instantly realize everything—the life imprint of the mother tree had been completely annihilated, and its soul and origin had turned into nothingness.
It is indeed a permanent demise, with no possibility of resurrection.
Yang Fan sighed again: "If Huan Luotian doesn't die, the forces behind the scenes will never give up. Only death can end all of this."
After such a long investigation, he has obtained some information about the so-called "behind-the-scenes forces".
Although not many, they are quite astonishing.
For example, the Shadow Palace, which once murdered countless venerable figures from civilized worlds and made the Miga Civilization feel like it was facing a formidable enemy, is only a part of this force.
Xiao Cang's leaves trembled even more violently: "The mother tree was willing to die to protect us, her descendants."
"Otherwise, with His mastery of the laws of space, even if the enemy were powerful, He could have easily hidden in the cracks of the void and eked out a living for decades or even longer, but He ultimately gave up."
Yang Fan remained silent.
He fully understood the logic behind Xiao Cang's words.
If Huan Luotian chooses to fight to the end, facing the relentless pursuit of the forces behind the scenes, his ultimate fate will inevitably be to slowly perish amidst endless attrition.
This is a more painful, slow death than dying immediately in battle.
Therefore, Huanluotian chose another path—consuming his life force to conceive offspring, leaving the hope of life to the next generation.
Then, they would take the initiative to fight, sacrificing themselves to give the seeds scattered in various places a chance to survive.
After eliminating the biggest threat, Huanluotian, the forces behind the scenes naturally had little interest in cleaning up the seeds scattered throughout the primordial world.
Firstly, they had no idea of the exact number of these seeds, let alone their precise location, so searching for and clearing them one by one would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
Even if it takes hundreds of years, it may not be possible to complete this task;
Secondly, for the World Tree seed to truly grow and reach the demigod level that poses a threat to the forces behind the scenes, it requires an extremely long time and countless tribulations.
There is even a very high probability that none of the seeds will ultimately succeed.
Based on these two points, the forces behind the scenes weighed the pros and cons and then completely abandoned the subsequent cleanup work.
This is the real reason why Xiao Cang said, "The mother tree was willing to die to protect us."
In just a few seconds.
Xiao Cang's aura completely changed.
The leaves that were just moments ago drooping and withered are now all standing upright, their delicate surfaces shimmering with a faint white light.
The previous sadness and depression vanished, replaced by an unwavering determination and a fighting spirit that was almost overflowing.
"I can clearly sense that the mother tree foresaw before its fall that descendants would follow the connection to its origin and come here." Xiao Cang's voice carried a hint of pride.
"The Mother Tree left behind a special gift in the Heavenly Illusion Lake. Only the descendants of the World Tree who have inherited its original power can unlock this legacy through the resonance of bloodline and origin."
Yang Fan showed no surprise whatsoever.
Several years ago, Angafina, the holy high priest of the Mega civilization, glimpsed this distant future through the laws of prophecy.
She explicitly stated that on the vast, verdant plains of the primordial world, lay hidden "another key" to save the Mika civilization.
Upon hearing this, Yang Fan instantly understood that the so-called "key" must be a relic or power left behind by the demigod World Tree Huan Luotian before his fall.
Today, witnessing Xiao Cang receive a gift in person at Huanluo Lake further confirms the accuracy of the prophecy.
He looked up at the clear blue sky and said softly, "The leader of the Shadow Temple, that demigod powerhouse 'Saru,' will most likely participate in the battle personally."
"If we want to win this decisive battle that concerns the fate of the Meijia and Canglan civilizations, we must rely on the gift of the Mother Tree to increase our chances of victory."
As he spoke, a strange feeling welled up in his heart, as if invisible threads were intertwining in time and space.
It seems that fate had already orchestrated all of this.
High Priestess Anjafina, though separated by great distance, foresaw that the power left behind by Huanluotian would help the Meijia civilization fight against the Shadow Temple.
Conversely, before its demise, did Huanluotian also use its precognitive abilities to foresee the dire situation that Yang Fan and the Meijia civilization would face in the near future, and thus deliberately leave behind this gift to lay the groundwork in advance?
Two beings with precognitive abilities, separated by vast time and space and great distance, somehow reached a tacit understanding, laying the groundwork for breaking the deadlock in the same catastrophe.
"Understood!" Xiao Cang's voice was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation. "I will activate the Mother Tree's Gift right away!"
"Crack-!"
The leaves on the small cang tree began to shake violently, their white tips colliding and rubbing against each other, producing a rustling sound like surging waves.
"Crack-!"
Almost at the same instant, another wave surged on the surface of Huanluo Lake, even more turbulent than before, churning up turquoise waters and washing ashore.
What's amazing is that the rhythm of the swaying leaves and the frequency of the waves crashing together were perfectly synchronized at that moment.
With each breath, it seemed as if the rhythm of heaven and earth resonated with it.
This is an echo between origins, a dialogue between descendants and the mother tree.
Invisible energy circulated in the air, forming visible pale blue ripples that spread towards the lake surface.
next second.
A sudden change has occurred!
The entire Tianhuan Lake suddenly became calm, without even a ripple, as if it had been frozen.
Immediately afterwards, a hazy, ethereal image of a giant tree, resembling a fairy mountain shrouded in mist, slowly rose from the center of the lake, gradually revealing itself between heaven and earth with immense power and an ancient aura.
Its height is so towering that the phrase "towering as a mountain" seems utterly inadequate at this moment.
This is a terrifying volume of hundreds of kilometers!
Its top pierces the sky, as if trying to break through the shackles of the heavens, and it is surrounded by a faint bluish-white mist, hazy yet not obscuring its grandeur.
Just looking at it from afar is enough to give one a tremendous shock that comes from the soul.
Even though it's just a blurry silhouette, you can still see many details.
The trunk is as thick as a continuous mountain range, and the bark is covered with crisscrossing grooves.
Countless thick branches extend from the trunk, the longest reaching tens of kilometers, touching the lake surface like a curtain hanging from the sky.
The entire scene was solemn and sacred, as if ancient deities had descended to earth. (End of Chapter)