The World Tree naturally had every right to tremble.
As a soon-to-be Nine-Colored Spiritual Plant—in other words, a spiritual plant of the highest quality among the River of Time and the Six Great Sequences—it had long since developed considerable intelligence. Although Zhang Yang had told it through words and actions more than a hundred times: Once we're rich and powerful, don't forget me!
But being a spiritual plant was its greatest original sin.
It was just like being a fat pig—there was no escaping the fate of being slaughtered.
Unless it could leap out of the pen, charge out of the village, storm into the mountains and forests, and grow into a Wild Boar King.
This was the longing branded deep within its heart, the roar of its soul. Ah, that was the banner of freedom, the fragrance of freedom, an intoxicating ecstasy that made one's hair stand on end!
So, if it had the chance to embrace freedom, give it a million reasons—why wouldn't it run?
Rather than trust that fat-headed, big-eared master, rather than trust his ridiculous promises, why couldn't it carve out a path of its own? Why couldn't it live a little more freely?
Fight for itself!
Thus, a root of the Impure Root appeared, and it frantically proved its worth in the Dream Dimension.
There, it was like a fish in water. There, it lived like an emperor. It had not only dignity, but freedom!
Perhaps, at first, it really had only wanted to prove that it was not merely a pig fit for braised pork, but also a cow that could plow fields, a rooster that could crow, a dog that could guard the house, and a goose that could lay eggs. It hoped that one day it would not suddenly see itself served