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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Three Hundred Forty-Eight:
Day and night quickly alternated, casting flickering shadows on Freya's face.
As time passed, the surrounding short trees began to grow rapidly.
The tender green leaves became increasingly deep in color.
However, with the passage of time, some trees were gnawed by herbivorous creatures, while others suffered losses due to battles between creatures or accidental trampling.
Some withered into piles of dead branches simply because they were overshadowed by taller trees or competed for moisture with dense weeds.
In the end, only the seedling that Freya had initially focused on remained.
In Freya's eyes, within just a short span of tens of minutes, that seedling had grown taller than the other large trees.
However, even at this point, it showed no signs of stopping its growth.
Its dense branches spread out like a green giant umbrella, covering a vast area of the forest.
As it continued to grow, it seemed that the simple nutrients from the soil were no longer sufficient for it; something special began to trigger its self-evolution.
First, green entwined vines hung down from its branches, deeply embedding themselves in the ground to form new root systems.
Then, these extending vines gradually secreted a special liquid that attracted insects to lick and become ensnared, which were then consumed and absorbed by the special organs on the vines.
Freya was momentarily stunned by the terrifying natural evolution that had formed in such a short time.
"Is this the growth experience of the Tree of Life?"
The growing tree continued to expand, and the surrounding vegetation began to wither due to its evolution, until finally, wherever its branches extended, there was a patch of brown, resembling a naturally formed withering halo.
The entire area where it had grown was largely empty, but it was replaced by the vines and branches extending down from the tree.
Predatory insects were gradually replaced by some fleshy creatures, and white bones began to accumulate on the ground, covered by fallen leaves.
Then suddenly, at one point, crimson giant meteorites crashed down with a thunderous roar. The continuous explosions created fiery clouds that turned the forest into a pile of ashes, resulting in the death of numerous creatures.
Thick smoke from the wildfire covered large areas of the forest, affecting not only animals but also plants.
At that moment, the tree, which had been undergoing self-evolution, seemed to awaken. Instinctively, it extended its branches and vines toward the raging fire.
Amidst the smoke and dust of the fierce flames, a hazy consciousness slowly began to form within this tree.
It was like a newborn baby, filled with curiosity about the world.
The fire burned a vast area of the forest. All the land turned black and dry, with charred trunks standing tall.
However, in this blackened land, the only patch of green was that great tree.
Under its branches' shelter, the creatures and plants below found survival.
A special feeling emerged in her consciousness.
Under the influence of this feeling, it began to stretch its branches, secreting strands of green Transparent Liquid, which were then sprinkled onto the land that had been burned to ashes.
The areas contaminated by the Green Liquid subtly began to recover, and some surviving seeds quickly sprouted tender green branches.
The entire forest started to regain vitality at an astonishing speed due to its influence.
"This is the power of the Spring of Life."
Watching the sap secreted by the great tree, she felt that although its effect was weaker than she remembered, it undoubtedly represented the power of life and plants.
However, Freya sensed that the evolution of this great tree was very unique, and suddenly she recalled an important piece of information from the King Cobra Legacy.
"Is this evolution's speed and direction related to the Forest King?"
Every creature that evolves into a Forest King has its own survival significance, or only powerful beings with a survival purpose can become a Forest King.
For instance, the King Cobra evolved from the Mud Python, with its existence aimed at protecting swamp wetlands and continuing the Mud Python lineage.
The strange speed and direction of this great tree's evolution undoubtedly moved toward a specific purpose.
In her shock, Freya gazed at the great tree as it gradually grew, experiencing many scenes along the way.
In a daze, an ancient and decayed intense spiritual consciousness surfaced in her mind.
This consciousness was chaotic, as if countless voices were shouting and murmuring the same meaning.
"Forest of Life: The Last Guardian of the Legacy"
Freya found herself unintentionally murmuring a few special words.
Suddenly, the entire world was filled with light. Then it abruptly turned into darkness.
With a splash, she burst out of the water, sending up a spray, and transparent liquid flowed down her hair.
Freya suddenly opened her eyes and realized that what should have been the green Spring of Life had inexplicably turned transparent, like ordinary water.
"Wasn't I in the Spring of Life before?"
As if sensing something, Freya lifted her head to look around.
To her surprise, the area that once radiated life had all turned a dull yellow without her noticing.
The previously lush forest began to shed large quantities of leaves, layering them over the ground completely.
Meanwhile, the weeds on the ground quickly withered away.
It was as if the life within the land had been drained by an unknown force, causing the entire forest to begin to wither.
With a furrowed brow, Freya gazed at this strange scene, feeling an unexpected sense of desolation in her heart.
It was as if she mourned for this forest.
This inexplicable emotion startled Freya, and she instinctively pressed her hand against her heart.
"This feeling shouldn't be my own... Huh? What is this?"
She opened her palm to find a slender brown seed lying there, its tip already cracked open, revealing tiny hints of green.
In a moment of clarity, Freya recalled that magical and eerie scene—the Tree of Life.
Upon closer inspection, she realized that this brown seed looked exactly like the one from the ancient tree in her vision.
"Could this seed be a legacy of the Tree of Life?"
Looking up, Freya finally noticed that the ancient tree beneath her had completely fallen silent, devoid of any life force.
When she lightly touched a nearby branch, it instantly snapped and fell.
"It has withered. But why was I chosen?"
Freya felt a sense of confusion.
Her previous Soulbug had unexpectedly entered this place, and there was nothing hidden before entering this area, yet in the end, it was she who obtained this thing.
After thinking for a while without any clues, Freya emerged directly from the spring.
She sensed her body slightly. The Hellish Aura had completely dissipated, and her control over the elements had returned to normal.
However, compared to her original mental state, Freya discovered that her mental power had astonishingly approached the level of a Third-Rank Wizard.
Gently stroking the seed in her hand, Freya understood.
"It must be the effect of life energy."
A Third-Rank Wizard could be considered a high-level wizard throughout Cloud City, and most Deputy Directors were of this rank.
Some secret departments were also composed of these elites.
According to Freya, there were no more than twenty individuals who had reached the Third-Rank Wizard level in Blood Eagle Territory, and most of them were stationed in the Guardian Corps or played crucial roles in other important bases.
"My body no longer has any bottlenecks or issues. Since that's the case, I should first advance to Third-Rank Wizard when I return. As for the Tree of Life's legacy seed, its will is not my purpose for existence; I should find a suitable place to plant it."
In truth, the legacy of the King Cobra was not her path either.
What Freya desired was freedom and powerful strength that would allow her to traverse this world at will. Only then could she see more splendid things and seek out what interested her.
After a pause, Freya gently waved her hand, and a gray cloud enveloped her, lifting her into the air.
As Freya rose higher, she noticed a patch of brown marks where she had just stood.
Like ink dropped into clear water, this mark was spreading through the forest at a terrifying speed.
The creatures living here seemed to sense something and began to scatter in all directions.
However, this no longer mattered much to Freya; controlling her body, she flew away from the area with the Seed of Life.
Two and a half months later.
On the battlefield of the Northern Wind Wilderness.
The scorched earth was in disarray. There was not a single intact spot, with craters and cracks everywhere from the explosions.
The scent of energy pollution lingered in this land, preventing new life from emerging for a long time.
In the northern part of the battlefield.
Two cavalry teams were staring at each other, both sides seemingly pushed to their limits. An unusual atmosphere filled the air.
It felt as if the two massive forces would collide violently at any moment.
In between them stood a pink plant about the height of a person. The ability pollution surrounding it appeared to have no effect on this plant, and at the top of it, a fist-sized bud was slowly splitting open.
In the air, a witch dressed in a dark red robe wobbled as she rode her broomstick. Her once beautiful face looked terrifying due to her grim expression.
Its spiritual fluctuations had reached the peak level of a Third-Rank Wizard, just one step away from entering the realm of a Dawn Wizard.
Staring at the slowly cracking package, the witch suddenly spoke coldly in the language of the Underworld.
“Damn underground vermin, roll back to your lair! How dare you spy on my Spiritual Orb in the Northern Wind Wilderness! If you don’t want to die, leave now. Otherwise, once the Spiritual Orb emerges, then…”
Hearing her provocation, the Underworld Sorcerers became somewhat agitated.
Several seemingly young Underworld Sorcerers almost raised their hands to cast spells but were firmly held back by an Old Wizard beside them.
Among the Underworld Sorcerers, a Tall Wizard clad in Red Armor stood there with a heavy greatsword in hand. A nearby Underworld Sorcerer rushed up to him and whispered.
“Master, what should we do? The Wilderness Witch has already discovered our hidden items. Should we take the opportunity to ambush that one?”
“Not yet!” The tall figure waved his hand, his red eyes hidden in the shadows radiating a strong killing intent.
“The Spiritual Orb is very fragile before it fully emerges. We need to endure a little longer. Just wait, and I will personally tear that person apart!”
“Yes, Master.” The black-robed figure nodded respectfully and stood still.
Following the words of the witch, several stronger members of the Wilderness Witch group began to provoke again.
But these Underworld Sorcerers remained motionless.
‘Crack!’
A cracking sound slowly echoed, and the bag at the top of the Pink Plant suddenly split open wider.
Inside, there was a red bead emitting a warm glow, and a tranquil scent wafted from it.
This immediately put both teams of Cavalry on high alert.
Just as the Spiritual Orb was about to completely crack open, the armored Tall Shadow slowly raised the giant sword in his hands.
"Everyone! Prepare!"
A faint red light radiated from him, quickly spreading across the area.
The people in this area suddenly felt a burning emotion enveloping their bodies, as if they were desperate to find someone to fight.
With another crisp sound, the Red Bead inside the bag was suddenly exposed.
Seeing this, the Armored Man raised his heavy sword high.
"Attack!! Eliminate them!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a white light shot directly toward the Spiritual Orb.
"Swish! Bang!"
A loud muffled sound echoed as a witch in a black robe was sent flying from the recently cracked Spiritual Orb.
She was attempting to seize the opportunity to take it directly.
The two massive teams collided with a thunderous crash, and various spells erupted into the air.
With a 'swoosh,' the Red Armored Underworld Sorcerer cleaved through a witch and then reached out to grab the Spiritual Orb.
"Hehe! This is mine!"
Just as he finished laughing, two fireballs the size of washbasins came crashing toward his head.
"Smack!"
Sparks flew as he was knocked back, revealing his handsome face underneath.
However, stroking his helmetless head with his left hand, the Underworld Sorcerer's gaze turned icy as he lifted his head, his expression becoming somewhat ferocious.
"You’re asking for death!!!"
With a roar, he leaped into the air, his heavy sword igniting with scorching light, the surrounding air already distorted.
However, before he could reach the witch, he was struck down by an even larger fireball that slammed him to the ground.
The Spiritual Orb in hand was suddenly thrown away.
"Whoosh!"
A red figure swiftly flashed by and accurately caught the orb.
The witch in the Dark Red Robe floated in the air, unable to suppress her smile.
"Hahaha, with the Spiritual Orb, I have hope of advancing to Dawn Wizard. I have been stagnating at this level for over a hundred years." (To be continued.)
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