The Imperial Academy implanted grass cores into the brains of scholars, exchanging the pain of burning knowledge for divine power.
I was chosen as the tool to control the World Tree, but unexpectedly found that all the grass-core hosts had become victims.
The grass core in his brain was detonated, and the torrent of spiritual light instantly penetrated the temple of Jingshan Palace.
Under the impact of the turbulent flow of wisdom, the golden tree grew in reverse and swallowed the living, and the ashes condensed into light and buried in the void.
Finally, gazing at the "light-buried void" covering the earth, I smiled in relief:
If wisdom must burn up life, let the ashes bury the glory of false gods.
