To be honest, since the Nomad civilization began developing, if one had to say who had gained the most, it actually wasn't Gao Gong.
It was a certain great tree spirit.
At that moment, Huang Yuanli fully displayed the aura of the Heavenly Khan.
She had directly transformed into the essence of the "Nomad Technology Tree."
She floated in the vacuum, her roots like a vast ash-gray nebula, winding around the remains of extinguished stars and gently yet irresistibly drawing in the silence of billions of light-years.
The trunk was no ordinary wood. It was a network formed from the entwined arms of countless galaxies, with the torrents of time surging through it and solidifying into nearly eternal growth rings.
As one's gaze climbed upward, the crown completely drowned out the entire sky—it was not made of leaves, but of billions of stars in the prime of their lives, blooming at the tips of its branches into breathtaking clusters of light, blazing, cold, and silent.
Between the leaves flowed strands of the "Nomad Tide."
It was a radiant current of life and civilization.
Deep within the ash-gray nebular roots, tiny phosphorescent lights could be seen gathering and migrating among the debris. They were nascent forms of consciousness that had just awakened from stardust. Like primitive tribes pursuing water and grass, they slowly wandered along the energy-rich "rivers" within the roots toward the trunk.
Upon the trunk, the immense galactic networks were their "continents."
The main body of the tide revealed an even more spectacular form. Some had forged themselves into fleets of light, like swarms of glowing plankton clinging to the winding galactic ravines on the bark as they moved forward.
Others could already resonate with the rhythm of the tree itself. They resembled symbiotic vines wrapped around the branch