"Transform the City of Glory? It isn't impossible, but it would drain a great deal of my vitality. I would need nearly a thousand years to recover, and the transformation itself would take a very long time."
After examining the Atlan Plane, Mother Tree pondered for a moment before speaking. A plane this enormous was certainly beyond the abilities of the other members of the Tree Clan. Only Mother Tree could successfully transform it.
Mother Tree made it sound difficult, but Merlin understood the implication. Vast as the Atlan Plane was, if Mother Tree committed to transforming it, the endeavor would succeed.
Then, even if they could not sense the rules, Spellcasters could live in the City of Glory indefinitely as long as it had elements. Once they condensed five supreme laws and wanted to take that crucial step of merging with the rules to become Supreme Existences, they could leave the City of Glory and enter the Void Realm. That would be convenient as well.
If Mother Tree truly succeeded, the City of Glory would become the Spellcaster Civilization's third City of Arcane, and its strongest, eclipsing those of Augustus and Sethis in every respect.
"Mother Tree, if the Treefolk Clan can transform the Rock Clan planes and the City of Glory, our Spellcaster Civilization will naturally offer a generous reward. How does a Void-Class Warship sound?"
Merlin watched Mother Tree intently. At the mention of a Void-Class Warship, Mother Tree's expression finally changed.
"A genuine Void-Class Warship?"
Mother Tree still seemed unable to believe it. After all, Rom, the Wing Emperor, and the others had wanted Void-Class Warships before, but none had obtained one. Given Merlin's current power, they did not even dare bring up the subject. They all knew how significant those warships were. The Spellcaster Civilization