A promise was worth a thousand pieces of gold; being a person of integrity was a rare virtue!
And Zhang Yang happened to be one of the very few people who possessed all these virtues in one man.
So he did not delay. He immediately removed eighty percent of the seal binding the Eight-Colored Spiritual Plant, including the most powerful root seal.
Then he watched with an open gaze as the Eight-Colored Spiritual Plant drew strands of green threads out of the World Tree's trunk. The threads gathered together, becoming an extraordinarily graceful life-form. This was the self-awareness born from the Eight-Colored True Spirit—more or less equivalent to saying, "I don't want this body anymore, but my soul has to be packed up intact and taken away."
However, this self-awareness being extracted directly caused the World Tree's level to fall back to that of a Five-Colored Spiritual Plant. In that regard, Zhang Yang's losses were enormous.
Yet he was still willing to keep his promise.
As for the Eight-Colored Spiritual Plant's self-awareness, it also looked like a creature that kept its word. Without another word, it entered the Dream Dimension, and Zhang Yang followed close behind.
At that moment, within the Dream Dimension, the various Sword Immortal Legions had already arrived and stood by, with the Ancient Castle at the center. Zhang Yang had no time to explain anything to Qu Shang and the others. With a wave of his hand, a rumbling boom erupted, and countless enormous trees drilled out of the ground. They rapidly used their trunks as a foundation to form a gigantic barrier.
Right afterward, more Mahayana Wood Demons charged out and began constructing an even more complex and sturdy defensive structure atop the barrier. In the end, it became a hollow sphere with a diameter