47. In the Name of Salvation (End)

Leaping out of The Void, the ridiculous treant was still wearing that set of pink pajamas, looking entirely like a creature from another world.

Angron had no interest in dealing with its appearance right now. He only asked in a low voice, "Is there something you still haven't told me?"

The Treant Mage blinked. Its dry bark of a face somehow forced out a strange expression. "My dear customer, whatever are you talking about?"

"A Divinity Vessel can only contain a similar divinity. How can you be sure the one I find will be able to contain the divinity born inside He?"

The Treant Mage sighed.

"So that was all! You're worrying too much! Though I do bear part of the responsibility, since I didn't explain things clearly. Ahem, please allow me to take a few minutes of your time to explain, all right?"

It raised a hand—or more precisely, a branch that looked like a hand. It was soft yet hard, with fresh green leaves even growing from it. A gentle green radiance spread from its open palm, and Angron immediately narrowed his eyes. The Glyph Array's analysis function had already activated.

The treant did not care about his analysis either, and simply continued speaking. When it came to work, it was very conscientious. "As a Trans-dimensional Mage, ah, no, I should put it this way. As a Trans-dimensional Mage who has been in the business of taking people across worlds for over thirty thousand years, this humble one is capable of altering the attributes of a Divinity Vessel—"

It seemed to realize its wording was too academic, so it paused and spoke more plainly.

"You only need to find a Divinity Vessel. I can alter its attributes, and the amount of divinity it can contain. If you want