The massive Holy White Tree suddenly began to sway, its branches and leaves, covering the entire botanical garden, emitted a roar akin to the sea.
Endless life energy fell from between the leaves, as if celebrating the completion of the True King Ceremony.
All the priests and scholars in the botanical garden looked up in surprise, gazing at the suddenly active Holy White Tree.
The Life Priest exclaid in astonishnt: "The power of life is burgeoning, my god, the Holy White Tree... the Holy White Tree is beginning to grow, quickly, quickly prepare the nutrients!"
An assistant priest rushed in a panic, only to imdiately realize there weren’t enough nutrients.
"Life Priest, the nutrients, there’s only a quarter of a single portion left!"
The Life Priest shouted angrily: "Then why don’t you make it quickly?"
"But, but the soul residue isn’t enough either!"
"Are you an idiot?"
The Life Priest kicked him flying, sending him sprawling.
"Can’t you ask the great, invincible, black barrel-bottod Rod for it?"
The assistant priest, looking tearful, explained: "We request soul residue from Lord Rod regularly, but this ti it ca unexpectedly early..."
The Life Priest, furious: "You still dare to talk back, see if I don’t..."
Before he could finish, a figure descended beside him, a familiar voice rang out:
"What are you arguing about? What’s wrong with the Holy White Tree?"
The Life Priest turned and saw it was Rod. He imdiately bent over deeply at 180 degrees:
"Lord Rod, you’re just in ti, this fool was just slandering you for not providing soul residue, I was about to cut him into pieces..."
Rod gestured impatiently:
"Cut the nonsense, what’s wrong with the Holy White Tree? And why do I feel an unimaginably powerful aura from afar?"
The Life Priest quickly replied: "Lord Rod, the life power of the Holy White Tree is burgeoning, it’s about to grow again. This is the fifth growth of the Holy White Tree in a millennium... I suspect perhaps Lord Bossivale’s True King Ceremony has been completed."
"Completed?"
Rod’s heart trembled. He had just returned with a dragon’s heart, and the True King Ceremony was already completed?
Just as he was about to turn and leave, the Life Priest urgently called out: "Lord Rod, we need soul residue, need monster ash, the growth of the Holy White Tree is very rare, and after each growth, the life power of the Holy White Tree greatly increases, able to provide us with more Holy White Tree branches and fruits, which is a crucial ingredient for us to make potions, and can sustain more small Holy White Trees, otherwise, regions outside the Royal City won’t receive the protection of life, making it very difficult to survive."
The Book of the Future also spoke in his mind: "Master, I see burgeoning life, a bountiful harvest, the breath of spring, a powerful holy tree growing, specks of golden light dancing among the branches... you should provide enough soul residue and monster ash, at least 25 million portions."
Rod’s heart was stirred, and he casually released 30 million soul residues and countless monster ashes.
Such a large quantity that it ford a small mountain in front of him.
The Life Priest’s eyes widened, his vision filled with the grayish-white half-transparent soul residue.
He had never seen so much raw material before. Previously, Rod only provided 2 to 3 million portions at a ti, as it was hard to preserve, giving too much would lead to decay — but even so, he thought it was a lot, as the Royal City previously needed at least three months to accumulate this much soul residue, and the Holy White Tree was often starved, resulting in fewer new shoots and fruits.
Since Rod’s ample supply, the quantity of the Holy White Tree fruits and new shoots has been continuously soaring.
"Feed it all to the Holy White Tree, do not keep a single portion."
Rod instructed succinctly.
"Make it as fast as possible, while the Holy White Tree is growing, it must not lack even a hint of nourishnt."
Seeing the Life Priest standing dumbfounded without reacting, he then turned to point at the assistant priest and said: "You are in charge of this matter."
With that, he flew away, leaving the group of still-shocked priests behind.
——
The preparation for the True King Ceremony was on the other side of the Holy White Tree, located on a vast grassy field.
When Rod arrived, he saw at a glance the huge magic circle glowing with unusual light.
It appeared to be composed of nurous intricate patterns, the outermost circle was a massive circle, made from materials consisting of soul residue and soul traits, forming the base of the ceremony, replacing the Promoter in enduring the powerful position backlash at the start of the ceremony.
A formidable aura swept over him, for a mont, Rod felt as if the ceremony before him led to a bottomless abyss.
In his mind, the Book of Knowledge for the first ti uttered an awe-stricken and reverential admiration:
"Is this the ceremony by which a human becos a god? Its greatness and mystery are unfathomable. I must have seen it before, but can’t rember it now."
The Book of the Future, turning its pages, said dejectedly: "I cannot foresee it at all, to , it is a vast ocean of blackness."
The puppet softly said: "I can sense it will cause a complete change in one’s soul. I once rembered a saying, the fundantal aning of Source Ascension is the ascension of the soul."
Asa stirred his soul, murky particles within him turned into a storm.
"Hum, what’s so remarkable about it? Sooner or later, I too will step into this domain, and compared to the boring flas, the power I control is far greater."
The Book of the Future snorted coldly: "Power of feces, right? If nobody knew better, they might think you’re talking about mastering the power of fate."
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