Waves churned across the boundless Boundary Sea, carrying the mists of time.
Ever since the Desolate Heaven Emperor had become the Sole Arbiter of Eternity with a single sword strike, the Boundary Sea had fallen into disorder, its space and time thrown into chaos. Every drop of its water was entwined with the breath of ages. Time was uncertain; an instant here could be a century outside.
Qin Tian stood in the Boundary Sea, wisps of He Transforms at Ease energy emanating from him to quell the spatial and temporal disorder. The vast Great Chiliocosm lay quietly in his hand.
"Next, it's time to plant a world tree!" Qin Tian murmured. Since he was going to restore the world, he naturally had to make it perfect.
Although the parallel arrangement of the Three Realms could, to some extent, substitute for a world tree's ability to stabilize heaven and earth.
The world tree's other properties could never be overlooked: ordering the myriad Daos, regulating primordial qi, strengthening the origins of all living beings. Every one of these qualities urged him to plant this divine tree.
It was not as though his great Nine Heavens lacked the resources.
Although very few great realms qualified to possess a world tree, what place was his Nine Heavens? The ancient Immortal Realm, the homeland of an Emperor!
Though it was now dilapidated, its foundations remained.
He could casually produce several plants qualified to become world trees.
A world without a world tree was no good world. Living in it was uncomfortable; he found it painfully lumpy!
"There are only a few things in my possession suited to becoming a world tree." Qin Tian thought of the Immortal Medicines in his garden. All of them had the potential to become world trees.
Once, a Sun God