In Shennong Horn Space, the sunlight was still so bright and beautiful, golden radiance pouring over all things. Yet winter was already approaching within the space, synchronized with the Main World, where it was now winter.
Whether hills, secluded valleys, plains, or forests, the green had already withered away. Only the hill where the World Tree had been planted remained as it was in spring and summer.
Upon the hill, countless trees flourished with lush branches and leaves, tender green and vibrant. Every leaf carried spiritual energy, crystalline and translucent.
Romon walked up the hill, repeatedly recalling the knowledge and history he had just received.
Count Haboba of Salante
Bishop Kanrongpa
The Elven Palace and Elno the Golden Dragon
Eighty thousand believers and religious wars
Romon could not help but smile bitterly. Who would have thought that an accidental coincidence from back then would produce such a vast foundation? In one stroke, he had gained so many believers and had even fought several religious wars.
As he strolled upward, the moment Romon appeared at the top of the hill, several adorable little girls ran out from nearby.
"Master, you're here." The cute little lolis skipped and hopped toward him.
The trees growing throughout this area were all Parasitic Trees.
Facing the innocent, adorable little Luolis, Romon bent down, patted their heads, and smiled. "What are you doing?"
"We're watering them! Oh, right, Big Tree just bloomed a flower!"
"It just bloomed?" Romon's heart stirred as he asked.
"Look, it's over there!"
Romon raised his head. Sure enough, a flower had bloomed upon one of the branches.
It had four-colored petals and a golden-yellow pistil.
Countless densely packed Lines of Faith wound around that branch. Golden energy flowed through them, and the instant Romon looked at them, his divine senses detected