"I hope everything goes smoothly..."
Old White Ape spoke softly, a small bottle appearing in his hand. He uncapped it, walked over to the old tree, and dripped the liquid inside onto it. In an instant, dense energy poured continuously from the tree, gathering in the space it had formed with its branches and vines.
A few flowers even sprouted from nowhere on its withered branches, continuing to grow vigorously.
Once he had finished, Old White Ape casually tossed the empty porcelain bottle onto the ground, then stood with his hands behind his back, quietly observing.
Time passed.
The sky had gone completely dark. Pale moonlight spilled down, and from time to time, muffled groans of pain could be heard from within the space enclosed by branches and vines.
"No screams?"
"Can humans really be this resilient, or is it that... their deep mental processes differ even more greatly from those of the Demon Clan?"
"What a remarkable race. Perhaps I could conduct more experiments to see."
"A race like this shouldn't be exterminated. If that day truly comes, perhaps I could keep a group of them, create a separate space for them, and keep constructing different scenarios to produce more precise comparative data."
"If we can learn from their strengths to make up for our weaknesses, the Demon Clan will flourish even more."
Old White Ape looked thoughtful, continuing his quiet analysis with a serious gaze.
Perhaps what he spoke of was far less appealing than Eight-Tailed Fox's so-called Demon Domain Peaceful Golden Age, but it was more reasonable, and more real.
Within the branches and vines, a surge of energy suddenly erupted, forming the phantom image of a book in midair.
The book moved without wind, its pages turning rapidly.
"She advanced?"
Old White Ape raised his head.