Longdi Speaks Her Heart

In her spirit form, she stood amid gentle waves of green light, her delicate little face brimming with sorrow and anxiety.

"Father, even after becoming a level-ten otherworldly spirit, I still can't remember the past. That Mystic Turtle and the Black Dragon King have both successively achieved further breakthroughs in their divine ranks. I've thought about it carefully..."

Her spirit body, wreathed in divine radiance, slowly rose beneath Pang Jian's gaze. Her expression calm, she looked at the Wood Clan members sheltered by her.

There was reluctance and attachment in her gaze toward the Wood Clan, along with a trace of compassion.

"Purgatory is truly wondrous, but it is too small for me. There is no more soil suitable for me to take root in."

"And besides."

She helplessly revealed the truth. "I feel that my next leap in rank will require me to gather vast amounts of plant essence. Thriving continents will have to be drained of all their strength because of my breakthrough."

"My level eleven may turn every forest on the lands above Purgatory into lifeless deadlands."

"This world is already not large enough. I don't want my breakthrough to inflict irreparable wounds upon those heavens and earth."

"So..."

Her spirit form had grown ever more beautiful. Pressing her lips together, she was filled with lingering reluctance.

Beneath the divine tree, Pang Jian's mood was somewhat heavy as well.

Ever since Little Tree had taken root in this fragment of land, he had been rushing about everywhere and rarely had the time to stay here for long.

Most of the time, he regarded this place as somewhere to heal his wounds and take refuge from danger. Even after the divine tree had developed a soul and spirit body, and began treating him as her father, he had