Shennong Horn Space
Rolling hills stretched everywhere, forests blanketed the land, and the view went on without end, refreshing the heart and spirit.
The forest was vast but not overly dense; after all, not much time had passed. It spread outward in endless stretches, while rivers and streams occasionally ran beneath the deep shade of the woods, where aquatic plants flourished.
It was already early summer. Flowers, grasses, and trees of every kind competed for supremacy, their colors mottled, splendid, and dazzling. Pink butterflies flew in from the shimmering lakeshore.
More than a hundred corpses glimmering with golden light lay scattered haphazardly beneath the World Tree.
Romon raised his head. Within the branches and leaves of the World Tree, more than a thousand meters tall, two fruits swayed.
All at once, golden light emerged from the hundred-plus corpses. The bodies gradually became translucent, then turned into clusters of luminous liquid.
The luminous liquid gradually evaporated, transforming into countless wisps of spiritual power.
The immense energy even carried the rhythms of innumerable laws. Romon held his breath as he sensed the vast power flowing in every direction—up, down, and all around—merging with the earth, merging with the sky, merging with the Light Orb, merging with countless plants and trees, before beginning its cycle.
Romon sensed those auras. The power of over a hundred Divine Beings was enough to level up, perhaps even with some left over, but it would still need time to be digested.
When Shennong Horn Space had been small, he had not been able to feel it. Now, however, it was crystal clear.
"...Powerful Natural Divine Power!" Romon raised his hand, and a cluster of Divine Power floated from it, hovering before him.
It seemed to possess no fixed form, forever changing—wind, fire, earth, water, and even darkness.