After a wisp of the War God's divine soul was killed by Xia Ping's Samsara Pen, the World Tree within him stirred. Countless roots stretched out from the void and instantly devoured all the soul energy scattered through space.
Especially that trace of divine power—it was the most essential energy of a god. Even invincible Saints dreamed of obtaining it, and to the World Tree, it was an even greater tonic.
This was an eternal, miraculous opportunity.
Rustle, rustle~
In an instant, after the World Tree devoured the War God's remnant soul, it was as though it had swallowed a supreme restorative medicine, gaining immeasurable benefits.
Its body began growing at a speed visible to the naked eye—one kilometer, a hundred kilometers, ten thousand kilometers, a million kilometers... It was a leap-like transformation.
Its growing body alone would have been one thing, but its countless leaves also grew rapidly, dense world runes emerging across them.
Vaguely, each of these leaves seemed to condense into an independent space, emanating wisps of the aura of nascent worlds, as though worlds upon worlds were being born.
"This!"
Xia Ping could sense that the World Tree was more powerful than ever before. It seemed to be composed of hundreds of millions of dimensional worlds, as though it itself were an infinite universe.
Hundreds of millions of cosmic origin laws seemed to be engraved upon the World Tree, transforming into tree patterns across its body. They bloomed with green radiance and branded the void.
More importantly, its countless roots had become even thicker, madly devouring the energy of hundreds of millions of dimensional spacetime realms, further increasing its strength.
Every leaf and every branch was growing stronger.
Waves of divine aura faintly emanated from it, as though it were evolving toward the realm of gods.