After Liu Zhi put it that way, the Plane Consciousness had nothing more to say.
Liu Zhi began looking the Plane Consciousness up and down.
"Be honest with me. Was that great druid level 14 or level 15?"
Liu Zhi didn't care about what the Plane Consciousness had let slip. What mattered to him was whether the great druid who had died here was level 14 or level 15.
From what the Plane Consciousness had implied, it wanted Liu Zhi to help it obtain the great druid's body and transform it into an undead.
So Liu Zhi had to find out just how powerful that great druid had been—the one who had started out as a green dragon, turned into a forest, and finally died.
If he was level 14, Liu Zhi could consider it. If he was level 15, Liu Zhi wouldn't do anything that stupid.
Liu Zhi still hadn't reached level 15. Bringing a level-15 undead into the picture now would raise the question of who was controlling whom.
The Plane Consciousness hesitated at Liu Zhi's question, then finally said, "He was level 16 before he died, but I can extract his divinity and give it to you."
Then the Plane Consciousness added, "I can also guarantee that I won't take that step until you reach level 15."
"That guarantee is no use to me. I just have one question. The elves have been around for thousands of years. Why haven't they obtained even a trace of divinity from him?"
The Plane Consciousness hesitated at that, too. In the end, it said nothing and simply vanished before Liu Zhi.
As the Plane Consciousness disappeared, Liu Zhi felt the plane beginning to reject him. At the same time, a power resembling divinity started flowing into the ever-growing trees.
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