"[Mother Tree of Flesh]... awakened ahead of time?"
Motula recalled the scenes of ancient times. Even as one of the Age Controllers, a tremor rose from the depths of his soul!
Raven nimbly raised its head and saw a Crimson Moon slowly rising throughout the entire Spirit Realm.
Along with the scarlet moonlight, countless murmurs echoed:
"Scarlet Moon, Great Mother of Terror, Mother Tree of Flesh that births flesh beyond count!"
"Scarlet Moon, Great Mother of Terror, Mother Tree of Flesh that births flesh beyond count!"
"Scarlet Moon, Great Mother of Terror, Mother Tree of Flesh that births flesh beyond count!"
Motula saw the shadow of an ancient tree emerge upon the surface of that Crimson Moon.
It seemed to be formed from countless masses of twisted flesh, nourished by blood. Upon every forked branch were impaled offerings such as organs, eyeballs, intestines...
Every branch, every line of its form, seemed divided according to the golden ratio, even transcending humanity's narrow understanding. Any race, any living being, would become intoxicated by it, as though beholding the most exquisite work of art in the world! They could feel a beauty beyond reason!
The Fate Controller of Crimson—[Mother Tree of Flesh]!
Beneath Its radiance, the yin forces throughout the Spirit Realm underwent a mutation and entered their most flourishing phase!
Raven seemed to want to bury its head beneath its wings. "The current [Mother Tree of Flesh]... even if It lost part of Its strength by awakening early, should still be more powerful than It was in the past!"
"Because It has reclaimed the three rational masks It had always kept—Mother of Night, Lord of Corpse Collection, Underworld Moon... Before the rationality accumulated by these three aspects over long ages is exhausted, It can maintain a certain degree of sanity!"