At the Great Commander's Mansion, Lu Ye sat cross-legged, stroking his chin as he sank into thought.
He had just sent Fu Wei back. This divination had drained the fellow even more severely than last time; he likely would not fully recover for at least a year or two.
Though Lu Ye remained skeptical of the scene he had seen while Fu Wei was divining, and did not believe he would truly fight Ba Qiu to the death, Fu Wei's description gave him some ideas.
All along, the condition for the Talent Tree's evolution had been devouring enough Fire Element energy. But after its fourth evolution, no amount of devouring had been of any use.
Lu Ye could sense that four evolutions were not the Talent Tree's limit. Its ceiling was higher still. But if it no longer needed to devour Fire Element energy, then what did it need to devour?
Fu Wei had said that at that moment in the future, the Talent Tree manifested behind him, blazing fiercely, its roots hanging down and coiling around Ba Qiu's Dao Soldier as it devoured wildly.
Shang was a Supreme Treasure. The Talent Tree probably could not devour it.
But Lu Ye recalled something: the Talent Tree could devour Sub-Treasures!
Back then, he had possessed a Fate Dice that had not been of much use. For the sake of a little Dao Power, he had let the Talent Tree devour it. When the Talent Tree devoured that Sub-Treasure, aside from giving him some Dao Power, it did seem to produce some other subtle reaction. Yet at the time, he had not paid much attention, immersed only in the joy of rapidly obtaining Dao Power.
Thinking it over now, no matter how useless it had been, it was still a Sub-Treasure, birthed