A space of reality and dreams.
Ye Qiyan's Transcendent Order Anchor was parked beneath this towering tree.
He stepped off the Train.
The power within the City here had been completely driven away by this Golden Tree.
Through the livestream, he saw what was happening in Arcane Academy City.
The tree in Arcane Academy City was a reflection of this enormous tree.
Above Ye Qiyan's head, a golden Laurel Wreath floated slowly.
He walked up to the tree and reached out to touch it.
The voice that had just sounded rang in his ears again.
"Welcome, Last Laurel Wreath."
The voice was extraordinarily gentle, yet he could not tell whether it was male or female.
Merely hearing that one sentence actually improved one's mood, to the point that even Spirit Recovery Speed increased a little.
[A tree] [?]
The system rarely succeeded when appraising an existence awakened by Dreamweaver.
This time was no exception.
Even though Ye Qiyan had already reached out and touched it, it could not even display its true name.
"My name is not important."
Hm?
Ye Qiyan narrowed his eyes slightly. He took out Bewitchment, supported it with Rebellion, and asked the question again.
"Who are you?"
He even supplemented it with his own Authority as the Glory Laurel Wreath, all to obtain an answer from this voice.
Because he felt exactly the same as those people in Arcane Academy City in the livestream.
[Absolute perfection]
He did not think that what Yulia had desperately recalled would be nothing more than an ordinary tree.
"...This power... rules?"
The voice gathered from all around into the crown of the tree.
Ye Qiyan looked toward the voice and saw a figure with perfect golden proportions and height appear there.
"Although I do not consider