The Tree of Civilization

The higher-ups were one thing, but when all sorts of unofficial rumors began spreading online, they stirred up no small amount of controversy.

Because many of the civilian videos were secondhand accounts.

These days, the name Zhao Cheng came with its own traffic. Coupled with the huge news of a warlord-held region being swept clean in a single day, each of those was a true key to online popularity.

So once certain reporters learned of the news, they risked their lives, fully exercising their subjective initiative—spending money and pulling strings, all to get in touch with those who had experienced it firsthand.

This place could be said to have been frightened by poverty. As long as the money was enough, there was nothing that could not be said.

Thus, videos of firsthand witnesses stepping forward to tell their stories quickly spread across the entire internet.

Sword light cleaving missiles, Bright Light shining around the body, one's age cycling endlessly, and even a several-hundred-meter-tall demon god—they described it all with startling detail.

At first, never mind the gossip-hungry netizens—even the reporters who had come looking for a story suspected they had run into scammers.

But when nearly all the firsthand witnesses gave the exact same account, they had no choice but to believe.

If even reporters were like that, let alone netizens.

The first two were one thing. For a Mythical expert, cutting down a few missiles did not seem like such a major feat, while the Bright Light might have been some kind of psychological effect.

But the endlessly cycling age, along with the several-hundred-meter-tall demon god, was a little too fantastical.

Especially the latter. Though Saints possessed mind-image spacetime, even when fully unleashed, it only extended several dozen meters around them. That was already the mark of an extraordinarily