The Initial World Tree

Changes were taking place throughout the Wizard World.

A hundred thousand years later, the wizards Arthur had rescued back then had finally restored their existence.

Of course, restoring their existence was one thing; regaining their former strength was another.

By now, although the Ancient Wizards who had been rescued had all recovered their existence, they were still some distance from fully regaining their former strength.

Even so, they were already close.

The Saints Arthur had rescued had, for the most part, returned to Seventh Tier. They were still short of their peak, but not by much.

The return of the Ancient Wizards had also caused the Wizard World's power to swell. It had yet to regain its former height, but it was now not far from the prosperity it had enjoyed in the past.

Meanwhile, a change was also unfolding in the central region of the Emerald World.

Time passed slowly.

At the center of the world stood an enormous ancient emerald tree, quietly radiating a crisp, indescribable aura.

The ancient emerald tree before them looked incomparably majestic. Its body was as vast as a world, and every inch of its bark and every branch was utterly unique, imbued with a sacred and imposing presence that made it seem extraordinary at a glance.

Beneath this ancient emerald tree, someone sat alone.

He was a handsome young man dressed in black robes, with long hair cascading down his back. Though his aura was calm, it carried a sacred, mighty presence. He sat there without making a sound.

As he sat in silence, an indescribable aura slowly spread from him, resonating with the ancient emerald tree before him and forming a mysterious connection.

Without realizing it, Arthur had spent a hundred thousand years seated beneath the ancient emerald tree.

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