The Anti-Flowing Camp Faction had included Thousand Machine Strange Performance from beginning to end, and even Wang Wen.
However, those at the bottom would never know about this relationship.
The academy head, Qu Wuli, and the others knew nothing of it.
After ending the conversation, Lu Yin only needed to wait for the storyteller to contact him.
Then, he looked in one direction. It was time to go there.
He vanished with Instant Movement.
Not long after, Lu Yin arrived at Zhi Zong.
Looking at the Divine Tree in the distance, which had already been infused into the Mother Tree, he noticed that its size had not changed. However, twelve-colored divine power flowed toward the entire Mother Tree, and many of its branches were gone. It had become much barer. Strange.
Eight Colors was ruthless enough. He really intended to replace the Mother Tree with divine power and use that strength to deal with the Masters.
His true self had already fused with twelve Divine Power Lines, but he still had a Divine Power Clone.
The clone needed to improve as well.
As he thought this, his true self fell into slumber. His Divine Power Clone stepped out and began absorbing divine power beneath the Divine Tree.
The clone had not fused with all the Divine Power Lines, but because it had been continuously strengthened, it was now strong enough to fuse with seven-colored, or even eight-colored, divine power. He would fuse with them first and think about the rest later.
Time slowly passed.
The Divine Power Clone continuously fused with Divine Power Lines while absorbing divine power. The divine power here flowed endlessly, with no sign of diminishing at all.
And the more divine power it absorbed, the stronger the Divine Power Clone itself became. This clone cultivated nothing