"Countless roots surged up from the earth, the land was plowed open by a giant furrow, and people's flesh and bones were ground to mud, becoming offerings to Grandmother Green Banyan..."
A whisper suddenly came from behind Aaron.
It was the old man!
He stared at the strange old banyan tree. His eyes had already lost focus, yet they carried a trace of fanaticism as he continuously recited verses praising the banyan.
Some of them were even ancient poems, making Aaron look upon the old man's literary ability in a new light.
"The old gods are dead! Long live the new gods!"
Chloe's literary refinement was far poorer. She merely kept repeating the slogan.
But no one could deny her fervor. At this moment, Chloe was like a fanatical believer!
The moment they saw this banyan tree, their minds had suffered a powerful shock and contamination, like two fools...
Yet in Aaron's eyes, the countless aerial roots of this green banyan tree were reaching into the Spirit Realm, endlessly drawing spiritual essence to sustain its own status.
'It is definitely a monster above the Seventh Primordial, but not an Age Controller, since it does not wield authority...'
He looked at the green banyan tree and reached his conclusion.
'It doesn't seem like something technology could create. A coincidence? Or... the arrangement of some existence?'
In Aaron's view, this green banyan tree was an excellent 'vessel' for an existence of the Spirit Realm to descend through!
No!
It had already surpassed the level of a vessel. It could even serve as a medium for the will of a Fate Controller to descend!
"Then... who is it?"
Aaron thought rapidly.
Age Controllers were symbols of the months, while Fate Controllers were the masters of spirituality and mystery!
Among them, the [Crimson Creator],