At last, some worlds still could not be saved and sank into dead silence. From the outside, those leaves no longer held any luster; within them was nothing but deathly stagnation.
Just as the World Tree believed this was an irreversible trend, the Doomsday Spirit Vine moved. Its branches extended over, shifting from their unattached state and climbing all over the World Tree like creeping ivy.
Branches of the Doomsday Vine stretched out, countless slender tendrils carrying circulating auras as they rushed into each leaf.
Thus, new flames appeared within the World Tree's leaves.
Lu Li's consciousness could also see people within those worlds raising torches. They refused to submit to oppression—not only to the beings oppressing them, but also to the capricious and merciless Deva Path.
The first person raised a torch, but it was swiftly extinguished.
Yet a second person stood up, followed by countless thousands upon thousands.
The leaf-worlds hanging upon the World Tree had first gained vitality, spiritual energy, chaos, and creation, which gave rise to all things. Then living beings were born, and through the gift of Spirit Seeds, those beings gained wisdom.
But in the end, the more intelligent a being was, the more likely it was to head toward destruction. No matter how the World Tree maneuvered, it was powerless to turn the tide.
Now, the World Tree understood. These beings had been missing one crucial thing.
A heart.
The Doomsday Vine swayed endlessly atop the World Tree. Flames ignited in every leaf-world, generation after generation of pioneers pressing onward. If something was wrong with their living conditions, they would use their lives to set it right.
If the Deva Path was unjust, they would defy Azure Heaven with their unyielding will. They had gained wisdom, as well as hearts that dared to