The sliver of life within the Death World Tree rapidly grew stronger after being born.
The source of its growth was the death energy's utterly unreserved offering.
At this moment, death and life intertwined.
Divine light shone from Huo Ling's eyes. As he safeguarded the Death World Tree, he also analyzed this scene that filled him with admiration.
After a period of evolution, the final state emerged. Within the World Tree's body, death and life coexisted harmoniously.
Half life, half death.
The Death World Tree entered a new stage.
After seeing that this transformation had stabilized, Huo Ling removed his hand from the World Tree's trunk.
Looking at the scene before him, satisfaction nearly overflowed from his eyes.
"Father!"
"It succeeded!"
"I can already feel it—the birth of new life!"
The Death World Tree's voice was incomparably joyful. He had always felt something vigorous straining to burst forth, yet he had never been able to find a channel through which to release it.
Both he and Huo Ling knew that this was the lingering influence of the World Tree at work.
Although it had caused no problems before, no one knew whether something unexpected might happen after it had been bottled up for too long.
But now, there was finally no need to worry about that anymore.
Right beneath Huo Ling's gaze, the Death World Tree began to change.
Flowers bloomed one after another from his branches, and within a very short time, these flowers completed their entire life cycle.
From the first faint sprout, to growing into flower buds, then blooming, and finally withering away.
Behind the withered flowers, fruits were slowly growing.
These fruits looked like World Tree fruits, of which only one could be borne every fifty years, but the actual situation was completely different.
There was