Turning Inward

"Sprout!"

"Sprout!"

"Sprout!"

Suddenly, the Cultivated Flower Seeds scattered across the ground, which no one had yet managed to destroy, began to cry out.

The others could not hear them. Only Zhang Ping, with his Communion with All Things, could hear their voices.

In truth, many things spoke. Most of them simply had nothing meaningful to say.

The ground, for instance, went, "Thud, thud, thud!"

Even when Zhang Ping's ability translated its words, they still came through as "thud, thud." They meant nothing.

So Zhang Ping treated most voices as background noise and ignored them.

"Sprout?"

Zhang Ping froze. In the next instant, a possibility struck him.

He swept out a hand, and all his Flame Element energy surged from his palm. In the blink of an eye, the ground became a sea of fire.

The Cultivated Flower Seeds that had not yet been destroyed swiftly turned to ash in the flames.

But his Flame Element energy was limited. Suddenly, beyond the flames' reach, one Cultivated Flower Seed burst open at the abdomen. A massive red branch shot upward, growing into a monstrous tree over ten meters tall.

The monster tree's thick trunk spun violently, snuffing out every flame spreading toward it.

Then it kept growing. Countless tails like Prince Yue's sprouted from its trunk, and eyes opened along them one after another.

At the sight, purple light flared in Zhang Ping's eyes. He fired two violet beams at the monster tree, but it seemed to know how dangerous his Purple Light Eye was. Two tails swung in front of the beams and began proliferating madly.

The violet beams struck the tails, dissolving their flesh. Yet as the tails dissolved, new tails grew just as frantically.

It was like a contest of opposing beams.

If Zhang Ping stopped, those two