In the distance.
Axiang felt a tremor that seemed to come from his very soul when he saw that towering giant tree.
He sought the unknown and pursued knowledge, but what he had just witnessed was so profound, so despairing.
Twisted monsters surged toward them like a tsunami, blotting out the sky, only to be devoured in an instant by Pale's brilliant flames. Finally, to everyone's astonishment, fresh green shoots sprouted from within the fire. That towering tree suddenly spread across the island, and pink petals drifted lazily through the air. Axiang raised his hand and caught one.
He rubbed the soft petal between two fingers and sniffed it. Its delicate fragrance dispelled the salty dampness of the sea breeze, leaving him refreshed and at ease.
Before this, Axiang had seen monsters on the sea, witnessed the great feats of Transcendents, and come into contact with the ingenious handiwork of wise craftsmen. But now, a miracle had manifested before him—one powerful enough to shatter all his former views of the world and his values.
He could not help dropping to his knees, just like every other crew member.
Thud—
Several sailors began kowtowing and praying, begging the gods to protect them. They did not even notice that a breeze had begun blowing through this windless zone.
Axiang stared fixedly at that Divine Cherry Tree. His mind was blank, his reason completely gone. Tears streamed down his face, and all he wanted was to stand here forever.
Captain Nagamasu, however, happened to notice a small boat sailing toward them from the island.
Two people stood aboard it, a man and a woman: Lu Ban and Bao Bao.
"They really are messengers of the gods."
One of the sailors said this.
"Messengers of the gods!"
"Messengers of the gods!!"
"Messengers of the