Chapter 1871 Tree Civilization <TOC> Chapter 1873 Vine Banshee
Translator: SumTLMan
“What is this?” Freud extended his hand, pinching a few small green grains.
“They are seeds,” Angel’s voice echoed near Freud’s ear.
Is this Angel’s voice? Has Angel already entered? Where is he? Freud looked around, seeing only thick fog but no trace of Angel.
Just as Freud was puzzled, a tornado suddenly struck out of the mist.
Before Freud realized what was happening, the tornado lifted him from below, making him float upwards. It felt as if a wind elemental sprite was carrying him aloft.
Not just him, Sanders was also caught in the tornado, but he remained calm from head to toe, his demeanor undisturbed even by the strong wind; whereas Freud, caught off guard by this sudden event, appeared clueless.
After a while, Freud regained his senses. This sudden, upwardly directed tornado must be controlled by someone. And in the Wilderness of Dreams, the one likely to conjure a tornado out of thin air was probably Angel.
Realizing this was Angel’s doing, Freud calmed down and had time to ponder Angel’s earlier response.
“Seeds?” Freud stopped worrying about where the tornado was taking them and instead examined the small green grains on his fingertips: “Could these be the seeds that can be planted in the Wilderness of Dreams? Do they have life?”
“They can indeed be planted, and as for life, even if they truly possess it, it might manifest differently from what you imagine,” Angel’s voice came again, this time from above.
Although Angel did not elaborate, Freud understood his implication.
This is a “life” native to the Wilderness of Dreams, whose way of life is certainly contrary to reality, perhaps similar to the creatures of the Dream Realm? Or, perhaps akin to a Sinful Monster?
While Freud was pondering, he suddenly felt that the surroundings became brighter, the murky haziness previously obscured by the fog instantly became thin and clear.
And then, the surroundings got brighter and brighter, until they were lifted by the tornado, breaking through the fog’s blockade, and saw the clear blue sky and the bright sunshine.
As they burst out of the mist, Freud also saw Angel standing on the clouds.
Freud was about to greet him when he saw that Angel was not looking at them, but his gaze was directed elsewhere.
“Huh?” Sanders’ surprised and questioning voice also reached Freud’s ears timely.
With curiosity, Freud followed Angel’s gaze…
“What is this?!” When Freud saw the scene in the distance, his pupils suddenly contracted, his expression horrified, and his mouth couldn’t help but open slightly.
All these expressions were unconsciously revealed by Freud!
Indeed, the scene before his eyes was beyond Freud’s imagination!
He had heard Angel mention a towering giant tree before, and the most Freud could imagine was something similar to the Eternal Tree, although he had only seen illustrations of the Eternal Tree in books, but that was already surprising to him.
What he hadn’t expected was that this giant tree before him had even surpassed the limits of his imagination!
The dark brown, thick trunk, was so wide that one couldn’t see its end at a glance! Freud was certain that this tree, just by its trunk, was many times larger than the Nightmare Orphanage, probably comparable to half the area of Borel Town!
Not to mention the thickness of the trunk, the most terrifying aspect of this tree was the shock it brought at first sight.
Is it holding up the sky? Freud looked up along the trunk of the tree, only to see a green, shadowy expanse, with no end in sight.
Freud did not know the species of this tree, but it possessed many characteristics of trees, such as the domed canopy of the Socotra dragon tree, with countless branches intertwining like streets crisscrossing the sky; and the leaves of the fishtail palm, broad as floating duckweed, lushly interwoven, each leaf resembling a square.
The awe Freud felt from this tree was not just because of the tree itself.
Around this tree, there drifted a thick layer of green mist. That green was so dense, it was like droplets of emerald green juice.
Freud was certain that this so-called green mist was not mist, but the green particles… seeds he had seen earlier!
With such a vast expanse of green mist, how many seeds could it contain? A billion, a hundred billion, or more?
If these seeds could all be planted, they would instantly turn the Wilderness of Dreams from barren to a verdant land!
As Freud thought this, a part of the green mist surrounding the towering tree had already merged into the earth.
Perhaps it was the emergence of power blessed by law, or the support of the towering tree, but this green mist that fell to the ground began sprouting rapidly, and in a blink, a lush green field appeared around the giant tree.
Various exotic flowers and plants, as well as trees and vines, began to spread outward from the giant tree as the center.
It was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, instantly spreading its color. Here, it was seeds falling to the earth, spreading green throughout the world.
Moreover, the spread was incredibly fast. Originally, this giant tree was still thousands of meters away from them, but in the blink of an eye, a forest had already grown on the ground beneath them.
Among some of the towering trees, even breaking through the fog, they could see the shapes of the treetops and the fruits hidden beneath them.
Smelling the rich fragrance in the air that carried the breath of life, they witnessed an incredible scene before them.
Freud was completely astonished: Could this Tree Civilization be so domineering? Do plants not need time to grow? And with such rampant invasion, can the nutrients in the soil keep up?
If Freud’s inner thoughts were known to Angel, he would probably just smile lightly.
The plants in the Wilderness of Dreams cannot be judged by the standards of reality. Moreover, this massive plant explosion actually consumes the power from the initial emergence of the “Tree Civilization” power. This towering tree is in its nascent explosive phase, providing nearly all the energy, even replenishing the earth, turning the barren wasteland into fertile soil.
However, this rapid Wild Growth will only last for a while. In the future, the growth of plants will probably still have to follow the laws of the Tree Civilization.
“These plants…” Freud had many questions and wanted to ask Angel, but as soon as he spoke, Angel interrupted him.
“Let’s talk later, keep watching.”
The spread of these plants, even though wildly growing, was still a welcome sight for Angel. If this power were truly entrusted to Freud, it might take a year to spread throughout the entire Wilderness of Dreams. But left to the realm itself, it would take only a few days.
However, what truly concerned Angel was not the plants at hand, but…
Angel looked towards the surroundings of the distant giant tree, where the green mist, which was the seeds, still fluttered in the wind.
Angel knew well that the green mist was seeds. But within this dense swarm of seeds, some were emitting a faint glow.
Chapter 1871 Tree Civilization <TOC> Chapter 1873 Vine Banshee