Chapter 1872 Wild Growth <TOC> Chapter 1874 Evolution
Translator: SumTLMan
The seeds emitting a faint glow, mingling inconspicuously in the mist, were the reason Angel held the ‘Tree Civilization’ in high regard.
For they were the cornerstone of civilization.
At this moment, Freud and Sanders were quietly observing the green mist, unaware of the existence of the glowing seeds. However, since Angel had instructed them to keep watching, it indicated that further changes were imminent.
Soon, Freud suddenly rubbed his eyes: “Am I seeing things, or did I just glimpse a flash of light?”
“There was indeed a flicker of light, within the mist,” Sanders confirmed with certainty.
As Sanders finished speaking, Freud saw the light again. In the thick, liquid-like green mist, a point of light suddenly brightened.
It flickered on and off, like breathing.
Over time, the frequency of the light’s flickering increased, and its brightness intensified until it shone steadily, no longer dimming.
What exactly was this point of light?
Freud’s mind was full of questions. Just as he was about to inquire, the shining point of light suddenly moved.
This was not the aimless drifting of before, but a movement with clear purpose. The light flashed, cutting through layers of green mist, and headed straight for the largest leaf in the middle layer of the towering tree.
When the light reached the leaf, comparable in size to a town square, a strange ripple emanated from within it.
Even Freud, standing a long distance away, could feel this ripple.
This fluctuation was peculiar, not a sound, yet it conveyed meanings that could be sensed; it was somewhat like conversing through the mind in a mental connection.
Though the dialogues in the mental connection, even when linking many, were targeted and directional exchanges, this fluctuation was simply a widespread announcement.
It was as if someone with a loudspeaker was shouting in the streets; anyone close enough could hear.
And the meaning within the fluctuation was not difficult to interpret, a light point affectionately calling out, “Mother.”
Of course, the light point wasn’t calling them mother, but it was addressing this immensely huge tree with a tone of intimacy, joy, and appeasement, respectfully naming it “Mother.”
The towering giant tree seemed to sense the fluctuation too, its leaves, carrying the light point, swaying in the wind. This movement caused the light point to emit fluctuations of happiness.
Amidst this joy, another fluctuation entered the ‘broadcast,’ this time with more meaning than before. The emotion was still joy, but it carried an added element of pleading: “May I stay here?”
The giant tree responded once again, not with words, but by emitting a luminescent green energy, gently enveloping the light point.
Within the light point, a seed, stimulated by this luminescent green energy, began to undergo a strange transformation.
The seed germinated mid-air, and then, numerous green vines sprouted from within. These vines, like thorns, wrapped around in circles from their birth, forming an ellipsoid cocoon about ten meters tall, covered with red and white spikes.
This cocoon fell onto a leaf and was bounced off. As it was catapulted into the air, the giant tree once again imparted some green energy to it.
This energy, flowing into the cocoon, accelerated its hatching immensely. In less than ten seconds, the vine-covered cocoon burst open.
In the halo, a woman with hair like green silk and a perfect face slowly crawled out of the cocoon.
It was “crawled” rather than “walked”.
This was because, although the woman still had a human face, neither her green hair nor her skin studded with red and white spikes were human; most importantly, below her waist, she was entirely made of thick, dark green vines.
She was like a person transplanted with a snake’s tail, only her vines were very long, probably twenty times the length of her upper body. The vines, too, were covered in spikes, emitting a cold, eerie glow, quite terrifying.
“What is this? A Vine Banshee?” Freud exclaimed in shock at the sight before him.
No one answered Freud, but the vine-woman, seemingly with strong perception, noticed Freud and turned her head to look at him.
She had no pupils; her eye sockets were completely dark green. As she made eye contact with Freud, there was a sense of eeriness and indifference.
Freud’s heartbeat skipped a beat, frightened.
The vine banshee… let’s call her that for now. She seemed puzzled by Freud’s identity and turned her head to quietly ask the great tree.
This time, the vine banshee didn’t speak as loudly as before, so Freud couldn’t hear what she was saying, but it wasn’t hard to guess that she was inquiring about something. Probably, she was asking about the identities of Freud and the others.
“I answered her on behalf of the tree, saying you are human and an ally of the tree,” Angel’s voice reached Freud’s ears.
Angel answered on behalf of the tree?
Freud was momentarily stunned, then realized what was meant. The tree was likely the giant tree towering to the sky; and as Angel had the power of the Power Tree, he could, to some extent, control the “Tree Civilization” and naturally could answer on behalf of the tree.
“However, even though I tell you that you are allies with the tree, she still seems to be full of loathing and bias against humans…”
Sanders: “Like a Sinful Monster, a natural opposition?”
Angel: “Maybe it’s just the xenophobic thoughts of ‘those not of our kind’, or perhaps like other creatures in the Dream Realm, filled with a desire to destroy everything.”
Sanders: “Can’t you control her thoughts?”
Angel shook his head: “I can guide, but not completely control.” This was also the part that Angel found troublesome.
“And to guide, one can only do so through the Tree Civilization, because these… fairies, are created by the Tree Civilization. To some extent, the fairies worship this great tree and obey some of its commands, but like humans, the human heart is unpredictable, and sometimes they might say one thing but mean another.”
“Is this so-called fairy, the Tree Civilization?” Sanders curiously asked.
Angel nodded, then shook his head: “It’s a product of the Tree Civilization, but she cannot represent the Tree Civilization.”
When Sanders wanted to ask more, Freud suddenly pointed to the distance and said, “There are more lights flashing in the fog, and this time, not just one! Many!”
Sanders turned to look and indeed, around the towering giant tree, in the thick green mist, numerous points of light began to appear.
They were like stars in the green curtain of the night sky, constantly flickering with the rhythm of breathing.
Their number was also like the stars, impossible to count at a glance!
“Will these points of light all turn into fairies?” Freud’s voice trembled slightly, if they all really turned into fairies, that would be much more than the current population of Initial Heart City!
“If nothing unexpected happens, yes.”