The Tree God's Investigation

Zhen Ershisan Zi's voice was filled with mockery.

That mockery was like the tip of a needle, stabbing into the hearts of the Five Ancestors.

"But you have no inspiration. I do!"

The expressions of the Five Ancestors changed again.

"You have inspiration?" Yan Huang looked at the Tree God in disbelief.

"How is that possible? You're only a tree... you..." His voice was trembling.

A glimmer flashed through An Ming's eyes. "Tree God, you... you've been researching this all along?"

The Tree God sneered. "Impossible? Why would it be impossible? It's because all of you refuse to strive forward!"

His voice echoed from the top of the Divine Wood like thunder, shaking the eardrums of the Five Ancestors until they buzzed.

"When I gained sentience back then, beneath my main body, endless living beings became my nourishment."

"Those living beings were strong and weak, old and young, of all kinds of races. Their corpses piled up around my roots, layer after layer, packed so densely there was no gap between them."

His gaze grew distant, as if he were recalling that remote age.

In that age, heaven and earth had only just opened, all things had only just been born, and the entire world was chaos.

All kinds of cultivation systems, all kinds of living beings, were locked in a great melee.

And he had only slowly given birth to sentience over the long years.

He even suspected that the reason he had been able to give birth to sentience at all was because endless living beings had been buried beneath his roots.

The resentment, killing intent, deathly aura of those holy spirits... they slowly influenced his own being.

In the end, only then did he give birth to a sentience that belonged to him.

"I am a tree.