The Tree of Life had been gravely injured, but for a Tree of Life—especially one that had reached Immortal Emperor Grade—recovering from such wounds was not much of a problem. It would simply take some time.
As for how long that time would be, no one could say for sure. A conservative estimate would still be several million, perhaps even tens of millions, of years.
More than a dozen Immortal Emperors had frantically devoured it, yet they had failed to drain the Tree of Life dry. That alone showed just how monstrously powerful its vitality was.
The Water of Life nurtured by a Tree of Life below the Immortal Realm was naturally only a drop in the bucket for an Immortal Emperor Grade Tree of Life. But Wang Xian was different. He possessed a Tree of Life, and that Tree of Life was the true body of the Life Scripture.
Wang Xian arrived before the Immortal Emperor Grade Tree of Life. Before he could do anything, a hazy figure flew out from within its trunk.
"Mother Goddess!"
At the sight of the hazy figure, Empress Adelle of the Elves immediately bowed. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"My child, you have suffered during this time!"
The Mother Goddess of the Elf Race gently helped Empress Adelle of the Elves up, then turned to Wang Xian. Her voice was full of gratitude. "Thank you, my lord, for saving the Elf Race, and for saving me as well."
"Did I not gain something from it too?"
Wang Xian replied with a smile.
Lying in front of an Immortal Emperor Grade expert was not a wise choice. Besides, the Mother Goddess of the Elf Race could be considered a living being of his Inner World. Wang Xian had neither reason nor need to