Lower Realm.
Mu Tianyi remained silent for a long while, turning over the Golden Ancient Tree's words in his mind again and again.
The Blue Silver Emperor's corruption, the mutation of the continent's core, and the secret schemes laid out over ten thousand years.
Individually, none of those things seemed like much, but once linked together, the implications became far too obvious.
Wasn't this clearly some God King's plan to turn the Douluo Continent into the Tang Clan's private backyard?
"Then... why did you call me here? It couldn't have been just to complain, right?" Mu Tianyi raised his head and looked curiously at the ball of light.
The Ancient Tree's branches and leaves trembled slightly, as if he had struck a nerve.
It fell silent for a moment. When it spoke again, its voice carried the resolve of someone staking everything on one last gamble.
"Your talent is the greatest I have seen in ten thousand years, without equal. You are even stronger than that person was back then."
It paused, and the light on its trunk dimmed somewhat, as though it were gathering its last scraps of courage. "I have decided to place my hopes on you."
"With your strength, I will launch a final counterattack. I will reclaim the authority that belongs to me and reclaim the source of my life."
"You trust me that much? Aren't you afraid I'll become a second Tang San?"
Mu Tianyi tilted his head at the ball of light, a teasing smile on his lips.
The Ancient Tree's branches and leaves quivered gently. After a moment of silence, it finally gave a bitter laugh. "If you truly become like Tang San in the future, then I will accept my fate."
"Perhaps I was simply born without any ability to judge people."