At this moment, the Flesh Tree of the high-dimensional world had already left Man-Eating Island.
He continued onward through the Endless Cloud Sea, searching for the third island.
In the long years to come, he would create batch after batch of seeds and continuously cast them into the boundless Void Ocean.
Like dandelions, he would never stop.
This was a long-term plan. There would be failures, and there would also be results.
In the end, no one knew what kind of outcome it would achieve.
In the high-dimensional world, on the largest island within the Endless Cloud Sea.
Endless clouds surrounded the island, rolling and surging like wave after wave of tides.
The tides crashed against the island's borders, splashing up countless sprays of foam.
All manner of exotic flowers and strange herbs grew upon the island, while rare and unusual beasts darted through its depths!
The entire island radiated all kinds of wondrous light.
Upon the island stood a magnificent palace, ancient and mysterious, utterly silent, as though it belonged to another world.
The palace was shrouded in mysterious ripples—a logic beyond the reach of words.
It was like the origin of the world, the essence of the universe. Any ordinary person who came into contact with it would undergo a transformation in an instant.
Boundless light filled the palace, naturally arising in every corner.
This place was like a world that could not be described in words!
At the center of the palace stood an enormous golden lotus dais.
Seated cross-legged atop it was a Daoist dressed in plain robes.
His figure was veiled in a blur of light!
No one could see his face clearly. He seemed to be a young man, yet also middle-aged; perhaps an old man, a girl, or a child.
He possessed no