First-Ring Holy Tower World.
Sylvana, the First-Ring True Spirit Wizard, gazed respectfully and cautiously at Green, the suddenly visiting First-generation Wizard King. The five-tailed fox Xiao Lian and Nie Yun were likewise filled with longing.
Before the sky-climbing vine, Green stood with his hands behind his back. The three-colored light in his eyes flickered beneath the Face of Truth, while Milly of the Ice Age also studied this unheard-of wondrous plant with great interest.
Before long, Little Eight's red-and-green figure dove down from the heights of the Holy Tower World and landed on Green's shoulder.
"Caw caw caw caw, I counted them! There are three thousand seven hundred and seventy-six tendrils in total!"
Even without Little Eight saying so, Green's Face of Truth had long since discerned this most basic data. Yet even with the Face of Truth's abilities, although he could perceive certain traits of this strange plant—every tendril pierced into absurd spacetime, drawing nourishment from an unfamiliar world to survive and using it as material for its own growth, climbing ever higher—some of this plant's unprecedented life characteristics had already overturned Green's attempts at understanding.
"Mm."
Green nodded quietly and said in a low voice, "As expected of the long-renowned Immortal Domain. Even merely glimpsing the tip of its iceberg has brought gains no less than those of the Xiahe Civilization. This sky-climbing vine should be a special spacetime object cultivated by some Immortal Venerable Sovereign, piercing through reality and illusion. If that Immortal Venerable is still alive, their strength has likely already reached the pinnacle of all living beings—a being no weaker than myself."
As the First-generation Wizard King of the Wizard World, for Green to speak such words showed just how highly he regarded the strength of that Immortal Venerable Sovereign he had never met.
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