Sicilian World.
"The roots of the Demonic Tree have already spread to our feet. We have no hope."
In the monastery of Moya Mountain, a tall, thin, and serious man held a broad-hilted greatsword. The edge of the sword was covered in bronze rust and emitted a green light. The light enveloped the man, and his words were filled with indescribable sorrow.
Under the man's feet was a floor made of the strongest rocks of Moya Mountain. The cold wind mixed with ice from the top of the mountain blew past, freezing the man's helpless and despairing eyes. With a "dong" sound, he suddenly knelt on the ground.
In front of him was a statue of a dignified woman sitting on a tall stone chair. In her left hand was a bright gem, symbolizing the guidance of light. In her right hand was a Supreme King's Sword, symbolizing the supreme power of the ancient Sicilian Dynasty!
Dong, dong, dong, dong …
An old woman with a wooden staff walked in. Her back was stooped, and her two turbid eyes were a vast expanse of whiteness. The skin on half of her face seemed to have been burned by something, revealing the muscle fibers underneath. It was a hideous and terrifying sight.
"Emperor Sicilian was the strongest person recorded in the history of this world. A thousand years ago, Emperor Sicilian led the world's most elite army to form an alliance with the Sorcerer World to resist a powerful evil invasion. After that, he never returned. Now, even my life is about to come to an end."
Every time the old woman took a step, a pale yellow halo would appear under her feet. Wisps of earth energy would evaporate from the ground and be absorbed by her body, which was emitting the aura of death, filling up her wrinkled skin.
The old woman walked to the side of the tall and thin man and bowed slightly to the statue. She let out a soft sigh.
"Its roots are below, tearing apart the Spiritual Energy gathered here. Even in the Venerable Spirit Coffin, I can't take my last breath."
The old woman seemed to be explaining the reason why she came out to this man.
The man with high cheekbones and sunken eyes hid the surprise in his eyes. He said in a low voice, "If it wasn't for Emperor Sicilian taking away all the elites of this world without any news, and if it wasn't for those lords and nobles constantly waging war for power, causing the continent to be in chaos, allowing the Demonic Tree to safely pass its weakest period of youth, this world wouldn't have fallen into such a passive state!"
"You still blame the Emperor for not taking you away back then?"
The old woman could hear the sorrow in the man's voice. Her cloudy white eyes looked at the man, strange and mysterious.
The man did not speak. He just stood there quietly and looked at the majestic statue. He recalled the perfect woman who was wise, majestic, beautiful, and virtuous in his eyes when he was young and inexperienced. Back then, he was just a young man full of vigor and vigor. Although he had become one of the top experts on this continent, he still could not forget the beauty of the Great Empress.
In this world, there was no one who could reach the level of the Great Emperor's supreme Saint Energy that could pierce through a mountain range with a single strike.
"You're wrong about her. She's the disciple I'm most satisfied with. She's meticulous and intelligent. She kept you, who had already achieved something, because she wanted to leave some hope for the world. The Sicilian Dynasty signed a contract of fate with the distant and powerful wizard world, so they couldn't betray it. Emperor Sicilian also wanted to leave hope for the future of the world."
The man tightened his grip on the hilt of the sword and looked at the old woman in disbelief.
"Hope? I … "
Just as they were about to say something, their expressions changed at the same time. They felt the whole world shake in horror.
From the ocean canyon to the magnificent sea, from the magma in the earth's core to the peak of the mountain, from the tip of a hair to the origin of the world, it was as if an incomparably huge thing had viciously landed on this world. The violent shaking made everything in this world feel anxious, as if the end of the world was coming.
"It can't be …"
Old Ou and the man flew into the sky together. Looking from the sky above Moya Mountain, they could see the wind and clouds at the end of the horizon. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. They could faintly see the vague outline of a huge thing.
"Emperor Sicilian!?"
The two thought of that name at the same time. According to historical records, Emperor Sicilian's power had already surpassed the limits of an individual, reaching the level of changing the world when she attacked. Every move she made was accompanied by the power of the world. No matter how exquisite a move was, in front of her, it was no match for the power of her sword. No matter how fast a move was, it was no match for her power that was close to shrinking the ground into an inch.
That was a level that had completely surpassed the realm of Sword Saints. In that extraordinary realm, the top Sword Saints were regarded as legends, and people named them Sword Gods!
Meanwhile, at the edge of the horizon, above the Emperor of Berserk Force, there was a towering tree that was thousands of meters tall, stretching its vigorous body. Its branches and leaves were verdant and glistening. Countless brand new lifeforms were currently at the center of this giant tree, carrying out life reproduction. The process of evolution was completely different from the world of Sicily.
The swordsman and the old woman quickly flew over in shock. Could it really be Emperor Sicilian?!
…
After activating his thousand-meter true form, Grimm opened the hole in the World Veil and looked down at the World Tree's subsidiary body in this world.
"Hiss … It's already grown to this level?!"
Originally, when he heard from the World Tree clone that this seed in the Sicilian World had only grown to level three in a hundred years, Grimm did not take it to heart. He thought that it was another easy mission like the activated world, and everything would go smoothly after opening the hole in the world.
However, when Grimm, who had come to the Sicilian World on the World Tree clone, confidently opened the World Veil, he was shocked by the Mask of Truth's perception!
Just the trunk of this level three World Tree was already as big as the Tree of Life of the Holy Tower of Seven Rings. It towered into the sky and was growing all the time.
Through the Mask of Truth, his powerful perception penetrated the surface of the earth. The net-like roots of this World Tree extended in all directions, extending to the ends of the world. If he wanted to move this World Tree subsidiary body out of this world, it was almost equivalent to moving a small part of the continent. This was a mission that was impossible to complete, even for the current Grimm!
After half an hourglass, Grimm slowly retracted his six black flame arms that had torn open the World Veil, allowing the cracks on the World Veil to close up. The horned head that was wearing the Mask of Truth turned around and looked at the World Tree's clone in the void.
Although the energy purity was worlds apart, in terms of the carrying capacity of the two worlds, it was already extremely similar.
"Is there a problem?"
The World Tree's will asked.
"No, this is simply an impossible mission. The size of this World Tree subsidiary body is too huge, and I don't have the ability to help it."
As if it was already prepared for this, the majestic will of the World Tree clone said in a low voice, "It has not learned to condense and regenerate the world's origin energy. In other words, it is still a parasitic tree in this world, not the World Tree or the World Tree. Then … wait a minute."
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