Zyra, Eighth Order

Two days later.

Qin Tian stood atop a solitary peak, his robes snapping in the wind.

Beside him, a green vine more than ten meters long extended from the rocks. Its main stalk was as thick as a giant python, its surface covered in fine golden patterns that gleamed softly beneath the sunlight.

"Zyra, are you ready?"

Qin Tian turned to look at Zyra, anticipation flickering in his eyes.

After devouring that Golden Lotus, Zyra had fallen into a deep sleep, silently digesting the power of its main body.

Then the Holy Spirit Wood Heart appeared, and its Life Aura, so dense it was nearly tangible, awakened her from her slumber.

The moment she woke, Qin Tian clearly sensed the transformation that had taken place within Zyra.

The increase in energy was merely the most superficial change.

More importantly, she had undergone a profound metamorphosis—an evolution of her origin, a leap at the level of species.

The Soul Devouring Demonic Vine had originally been capable of contending with Psionic Users of the same rank who possessed Golden Bloodlines. Now, after being enhanced twice by the Pillar Stele Light and evolving at her origin, Zyra's grade could be said to be infinitely close to Holy Blood.

Not only that, Zyra's intelligence had also improved tremendously.

Originally, Qin Tian could only communicate with her in simple terms. Her intelligence was roughly equivalent to that of a child a few years old, and much of the time, she could only convey information through emotions and instinct.

But now, her intelligence had fully reached the level of an adult. She could express herself fluently, think with clear logic, and even convey her own emotions and judgments during conversation.

"I'm ready, Master."

A crisp voice rang out in Qin Tian's mind, carrying less childishness than