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As the voice faded, countless fluctuations of information emanated from those luminous seeds, spreading outward.
These fluctuations of information gathered together, forming a noisy torrent that relentlessly surged in all directions.
The meanings they conveyed were basically the same as when the Vine Banshee was still a point of light. However, too many fluctuations, even if they didn’t bombard the ears, still made Freud and others standing in the distance feel a mental irritation.
Fortunately, they seemed to realize the problem with the noise and gradually lowered their voices. Meanwhile, the luminous seeds began flying towards various parts of the towering tree.
In a few seconds, the towering tree was covered with a hazy light, like a misty glow, making the tree dreamlike.
These points of light no longer emitted fluctuations, but they all showed affection and reverence for the tree.
The tree did not reject them, and like before, when it helped the Vine Banshee, began to emit a pale green vitality around it, providing the energy for these points of light to “cocoon.”
Before long, all the points of light turned into cocoons. Various types of cocoons, densely packed, were stacked at different positions on the tree.
Watching these countless cocoons, Freud’s eyes flickered with worry: Undoubtedly, these cocoons represented a life form similar to the Vine Banshee. They would probably form a new fairy species and live in the Wilderness of Dreams, relying on this tree.
Freud naturally welcomed the diversification of species in the Wilderness of Dreams. However, as Angel also said, these fairies would be difficult to control.
With their behavior and thoughts hard to control, could these fairies pose a threat to the residents of Initial Heart City?
Even if these fairies weren’t powerful, just by numbers alone, they could easily overpower Initial Heart City. Not to mention, from the Vine Banshee’s previous strong perception and its terrifying size, it was evident that the strength of these fairies was certainly no less than that of ordinary humans.
Freud felt a chill run down his spine at the thought of so many fairies, which might pose a threat to Initial Heart City.
Had he known earlier, Freud would not have volunteered to undertake the power of plants… but since he had, he also had to bear the failure.
As Freud thought of this, feelings of guilt and self-reproach couldn’t stop surging from the depths of his heart.
During Freud’s turmoil, the towering tree once again provided a portion of its green life force to aid the cocooned fairies, enabling them to break free more quickly. However, this time, the energy released by the towering tree was noticeably less, presumably because the initial benefits of the newly born powers were running low, and sustaining these cocoons solely with the tree’s own energy was proving challenging.
Nevertheless, the green life force from the tree still caused a significant number of the cocoons to show signs of breaking open.
As for the cocoons that hadn’t broken open yet, they would gradually do so over time, without any rush.
Countless vine banshees of the same kind began to emerge from their cocoons.
Although Freud was worried, he still kept a close watch on these newly born groups, setting aside future concerns to first ensure their current state.
Among those emerging, the first was a tree person with a multitude of branches and twigs on its head. Standing over ten meters tall and robust enough to rival a mountain giant’s offspring, this tree person had a human face at the center of its trunk, appearing somewhat aged due to the wrinkles in its bark.
What was most peculiar was the golden fruit hidden among the lush leaves atop this unknown species of tree person’s head.
Even from thousands of meters away, Freud could faintly smell the strange and delightful fragrance of the golden fruit.
The third one to emerge from the cocoon was different from the previous vine banshee and tree person. At a glance, it was entirely a human youth, exceptionally beautiful in appearance and possessing a remarkably saintly aura. The only non-human feature was the youth’s long hair, which at the tips, bore white fluffy blossoms. These blossoms seemed to have the ability to fly, thus carrying the youth aloft.
More and more cocoons cracked open, revealing a variety of fairies.
Some shared similar appearances, but the majority were distinct in their looks and physical traits. Some were as tall as mountains, some as small as bees and butterflies, some as round as the moon, and others as thin as bamboo sticks. It was hard to imagine them all belonging to the same species.
From Freud’s observation, the only commonality among these fairies was their connection to plants.
Each fairy had some plant-like characteristics, perhaps the only visible trait to identify their species.
In an instant, tens of thousands of fairies were born, and this was just a fraction, perhaps only one percent or even one-thousandth of all the cocoons.
Upon their birth, they naturally communicated in hushed tones… However, Freud couldn’t understand their language.
Freud noticed that while communicating, some fairies occasionally glanced their way, probably discussing them.
Freud was uncertain about the fairies’ attitude towards Sanders and Angel, but he could clearly see indifference, and even overt disgust and rejection in the eyes of most fairies who met his gaze. There were a few curious and kind ones, but they were extremely rare.
Witnessing this, Freud felt a chill in his heart; the fairies were obviously not inherently friendly towards humans.
Even if Angel tried to guide them, it probably wouldn’t have much effect.
It seemed that Initial Heart City might truly suffer future consequences due to his foolish actions this time.
Freud looked apprehensively towards Angel, wanting to ask if there was a way to avoid this impending disaster.
However, at this moment, Angel was not looking at Freud, but was still staring at the distant big tree.
Because at this time, that towering tree once again released green energy.
“Could it be that this tree intends to hatch even more cocoons?” Sanders watched the energy emerging again from the trunk, his eyebrows furrowing tightly.
Yet, unlike what Sanders imagined, the unbroken cocoons still lay quietly in every corner of the big tree. The green energy did not enter the cocoons but instead rushed into the bodies of the already born fairies.
The fairies, energized by the green energy, immediately began to surge in power.
Among them, the most terrifying were the first three fairies that emerged from the cocoons: The Vine Banshee’s hair danced wildly, her spikes shimmering with a ghostly green glow as if poisoned; the Tree Person’s skin slowly turned from gray-brown to light silver, as if coated in metal, and the golden fruit on its head emitted an even richer fragrance; as for the young man, his appearance remained unchanged, but his aura began to skyrocket, and just looking directly into his eyes felt heart-stoppingly fearsome!
“This is… the Evolution of the essence of life!”