After roaring loudly, the Herb God fell into confusion.
Everything he had once prided himself on had been crushed.
Even his Medicinal Soil technique had been improved in the blink of an eye by the mage before him, who did not even specialize in potions.
"What do you refine Medicinal Soil and potions for?" Suye asked.
The Herb God wandered for a moment before slowly answering, "Of course for myself. Of course, to become a god!"
"Then do you know why the mages who published those papers were willing to share that knowledge?"
The Herb God shook his head.
"Indeed, they have their own selfish motives. They want to earn money, gain recognition, and obtain status. But in the deepest, most unshakable part of their hearts, there is a similar voice. Some say it is to explore the Ultimate Principle of this world. Some say it is for humanity to move forward together. Some say it is to help everyone live a little better. Some say it is out of pure interest. Others say they simply want to share their joy. Do you understand?"
The Herb God shook his head.
"That is why you can never become a mage."
Suye sighed softly and casually waved his right hand, as if shooing away mosquitoes.
Boom...
Pure, invisible magic power surged outward, and pale-white spatial ripples spread in all directions.
The Herb God exploded with a thunderous boom, transforming into countless specks of dust.
Suye suddenly teleported to the center of Herb God City, where the destroyed ancient tree had stood.
Faint black smoke still rose from the pitch-black crater.
Little Medea stood to the side, gazing at the black pit with a faint, mocking smile at the corners of her mouth.
Suye raised a hand. The crater and the surrounding earth