Wu Pifu was utterly dumbfounded.
Death Roots were no cabbages. Even Wu Pifu's killing of four Death Roots had been a miracle among miracles. For anyone else, it would have been a supreme glory worth boasting about for a lifetime.
To describe it using Wu Pifu's twenty-first-century concepts, it was roughly like a taxi driver from a backward country single-handedly wiping out the Beautiful Nation's frontline command headquarters during a war... Yes, there was more. He then stormed into the Beautiful Nation alone, completely annihilated its defense forces, National Guard, and police, and finally assassinated the Beautiful Nation's president in his official residence before leaving.
That was right. Comparing Wu Pifu and a Death Root in terms of strength, foundation, status, and everything else, it was that absurd. Yet he had killed four of them in one go. That alone was enough to shock the entire Dream World. Even Dream World civilizations that had seen every kind of storm simply refused to believe it, spreading all sorts of patched-together rumors to explain how it had been possible for him to kill four Death Roots.
That showed what Death Roots meant to the Dream World. They were not anomalies beyond all standards like The Fish and The Butterfly, nor were they one of only two remaining beings like the First Buddha and the First Immortal. But a Death Root was a Death Root—the being at the absolute top of the Dream World's survival chain. Wu Pifu himself knew just how enormous the coincidence, luck, and sacrifice behind his killing four Death Roots had been.
"Wood-Luan Seed Prayer Beads."
"...Buddha, I swear that until hell is empty, I shall never become a Buddha..."
"A tree growing in the Dream World of the 0.1 Death Root. It blooms and bears fruit once every