Huo Ling watched the scene through his spiritual power.
Feeling the Death World Tree growing stronger without end, a smile kept appearing on his face.
Just as he had predicted, as a highly concentrated embodiment of the power of rules, a divine spark contained rules and power that were a supreme tonic for the Death World Tree.
After all, among the elves, the World Tree was often itself an object of faith.
In some lesser planes, the World Tree was even one of the elven gods.
Thus, the Death World Tree absorbing a divine spark was a completion of itself, a tremendous enhancement.
As the Death World Tree continuously drew out the divine spark's power, it eventually absorbed the entire divine spark into its trunk.
The World Tree itself began to change as well.
The Death World Tree had already been exceptionally towering, every branch upon it formed from the powers of rules Huo Ling controlled.
More tiny twigs and leaves grew from the trunk formed of those rules.
Now, the entire Death World Tree swayed. Huo Ling could clearly sense its joyful emotions.
After the divine spark was completely fused into the Death World Tree, changes quietly began to emerge.
As time passed, Huo Ling's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
He continuously replenished the Death World Tree with the powers of rules he controlled.
Finally, one day, a flower bud grew from among the Death World Tree's branches.
The sight stunned Huo Ling.
Others might not know, but Huo Ling knew it inside and out: the Death World Tree's predecessor had merely been the root of a Life Tree he had dug up.
That thing had been dead beyond all doubt. Even after Huo Ling revived it through a secret art, it was still merely a product of death.