A tree, from the day it was planted, would never imagine what its future would become.
The Whiteforest Fruit Tree.
Its fruit was clearly only level 3, and its Spirit Recovery Speed was only considered efficient among low-level Train Conductors.
Yet it had not been abandoned in a forgotten corner of the past.
In this Nether Moon Garden.
The only two worth Ye Qiyan's attention were Mingming and the tree.
A fruit tree without a self.
A story seemed to be unfolding.
Later, it obtained the Whiteforest Fruit Tree's true form and could bear new Golden Apples. From that day onward.
It once again kept pace with him.
But...
It was not enough.
Merely Golden Apples, merely Whiteforest Fruit that had undergone Ascension many times...
It was nowhere near enough.
It wanted to bear a new fruit, a fruit... that surpassed Venus's Golden Fruit Tree, surpassed the Golden Race, and took a different path.
Everything about it was withering. Everything about it was falling.
Its bare trunk did not look pretty.
No leaves, no fruit.
Only beneath its bark was an azure light slowly merging with it.
It hurt terribly, but a tree should not have been able to feel pain.
Thump, thump...
A sound like a heartbeat came from within the tree.
Silver-white, dark gold, and azure, three colors intertwined.
Under the fluctuations of the fruit tree's power, this world, which had been about to vanish and meet its end, miraculously saw its static disappear, and even showed signs of healing.
And so.
Outside it, a mass of dusky yellow energy opened its eyes and cast a puzzled gaze toward this world.
They uttered words that did not belong to humanity and saw a strange Light Screen.
["What is that?"]
Had that world been infused with new vitality?
No...