Another day passed.
Xia Ping finally finished digesting the gains from annihilating the insectoid army, fully assimilating them into his own understanding. Both his mana and divine consciousness had improved enormously, reaching the peak of the mid-stage Immortal Realm. He was only one step away from breaking through to the late Immortal Realm.
At the same time, his understanding of the laws of space had risen to another level. He could now faintly touch upon the power of space, sensing the omnipresent Spatial Barriers and dimensional worlds.
"Master, your secluded cultivation is over."
When Mosquito Daoist saw Xia Ping open his eyes, it immediately stepped forward to greet him respectfully. While Xia Ping had been devouring and refining the soul energy of the insectoid army, it had stood guard at his side, preventing enemies from launching a sneak attack.
"Yes, it's over. You did well."
Xia Ping nodded.
"Thank you for your praise, Master."
Mosquito Daoist was overjoyed, feeling that this was the greatest reward.
"Lord Xia."
At that moment, Grand Elder Cecil flashed over as well, quickly arriving before Xia Ping. His manner was restrained, far more respectful than before.
"What do your Treant Race plan to do next?"
Xia Ping looked at Grand Elder Cecil and asked.
"Naturally, we will follow Lord Xia. Wherever Lord Xia goes, we will go," Cecil said without hesitation. The Divine Lord was now with Xia Ping, so naturally they had to follow him at all times.
"The problem is that the place you inhabit is Tree World—a whole world. How can it follow by my side?"
Xia Ping frowned, feeling that this would not be easy to handle.
After all, dragging an entire world around with him wherever he went would be an extraordinarily conspicuous thing no matter how one looked at