Far away, Master Cao watched in astonishment. Lu Yin had indeed come, but this grass had nothing to do with him. No, it wasn't just grass—there were flowers, too, blooming across the earth and spreading without end. They reached the wasteland where Lu Yin and Zhi had fought, blanketing the ruins in a vast, bottomless meadow.
The entire land was covered in green.
At the center of that endless green stood a tree, slowly growing. It had no physical form, like a shadow. The green silhouette rose from the earth. It wasn't tall, yet it drew everyone's attention.
As the cultivators looked at the tree, they felt refreshed. They also felt something they couldn't describe, an urge to claim it—as if the tree could transform them.
Master Cao stared at the tree, his breathing quickening. Was that the feeling of a Mother Tree? That tree had given him the same feeling as one.
How could a Mother Tree grow like this? How had Lu Yin done it? Even if it could grow, what did he need a Mother Tree for?
Young King Qing and the others couldn't sense the Mother Tree in it. They only knew they wanted it. The tree was like a third path appearing before them. A path didn't have to lead into the distance; it could reach up into the sky, rising from the earth and soaring toward the heavens.
The tree stirred them so deeply they could hardly keep themselves from rushing toward it.
Suddenly, its shadow expanded without limit. At the same time, the Mother Tree of the Nine Heavens Universe swayed, as if cheering and rejoicing.
Shocking Gate Supreme Lord stared in shock. An anomaly?
Master Cao's pupils contracted.
"An anomaly? That's an anomaly?"
"I've seen anomalies before. A powerful cultivator might trigger