Endless, murky darkness stretched without end, filled with fangs and feelers. Everywhere around his ears came incessant squeaking.
This inexplicable space reminded Li Ziran of when he had first descended into this world.
Raw, helpless, unfamiliar—everything seemed to be something he had never encountered before.
That ignorance frightened him, even bringing a faint sense of powerlessness up from the depths of his heart.
In his panic and confusion, he did not know what to do. He could only instinctively activate Light Chain, Light's Protection, Blessing, Faith, and Judgment.
Layer upon layer of Light Spells appeared, like gods of light. Yet within that shell, a frog-shaped pattern stood out even more. Driven by the Natural Vortex, those patterns grew increasingly bright.
The occasional traces of Natural Essence that scattered outward sent every Wood Ant in the entire space into a frenzy.
That was food—the nourishment these creatures had dreamed of day and night.
Some particularly robust Wood Ants even crushed those in front of them into powder and pressed them against the shield.
Li Ziran was now like a dung ball, rolling larger and larger.
The shield was shrinking, continuously collapsing inward under the pressure of those endless Wood Ants.
Li Ziran could not move. His roots were growing more and more luxuriant, and green branches even emerged from his pores, as if he were about to form a trunk.
He was transforming into an ancient Oak. He could clearly sense that, at this moment, the boundless elements of the Elemental Tide were settling within his body.
Helpless. How he wished someone could give him a little guidance, but unfortunately, the surroundings were empty. There was not even the faintest sound.
Himself!
He could only rely on himself!
If he could not free himself from these Wood Ants, he could only