Rustle! Rustle! Rustle!
Outside Stone City, over the barren land, a thousand-foot-tall Fire Mulberry Tree hung in midair, hauled along by Clouds of Auspiciousness.
Thick roots dangled like chains and great serpents, piercing the thin earth.
The Earth Veins, Spirit Veins, and the like within the earth were combed through by the roots, linking together, circulating through one another, and growing stronger.
Meanwhile, the Fire Mulberry Tree's roots continued spreading downward, piercing into earth, fire, wind, and water, strangling them and stabilizing the land.
The Fire Mulberry Tree's branches swayed like dragons and serpents, trading blows with one abnormal weather phenomenon after another.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Every exchange erupted in a thunderous roar.
Vast numbers of cultivators sat on the Fire Mulberry Tree's leaves, casting spells.
They poured out all manner of spells in a frenzy, as though Dharma Power cost nothing.
And the Dharma Power they expended recovered completely within mere breaths.
Without any worry of running short of Dharma Power, tens of thousands of cultivators produced a volume of spells comparable to hundreds of thousands.
Some cultivators noticed the marvel at work and rose into the air, hoping to land up there and claim a spot.
But the leaves were already packed with people.
"Everyone, shrink yourselves down so more friends can come up."
"If you can't shrink, get down. Don't take up space."
Another cultivator spoke up. "Everyone, why not just send our Yang Spirits up?"
Yang Spirits could grow or shrink; a single leaf could hold thousands upon thousands of cultivators.
The cultivators sought Wang Quan's opinion, then returned their physical bodies to Stone City and sent their Yang Spirits over.
After some rearrangement, the Fire Mulberry Tree ultimately accommodated thirty-six million Yang Spirits.
That number was not the limit of what the Fire Mulberry Tree