This earthquake lasted for a full five minutes, and obvious cracks appeared on the ground beneath their feet.
Freud gazed into the distance worriedly. Did the earthquake affect the entire dream wasteland? Or did it affect the entire region? If it was the latter, what would happen to Foundation City?
"Angor?" Freud turned around and saw Angor finally opening his eyes. Angor had been closing his eyes all this time.
"What's this new authority?" Sunders quickly asked.
He opened his eyes, but the shocking scene was still playing in his mind. He was still in a trance. Angor simply answered without thinking.
"Tree."
Tree? What tree? Both Freud and Sunders looked at Angor in confusion.
While they were still puzzled, Angor kept mumbling, "… civilization."
"Civilization?" Sunders was surprised. "Is it a tree civilization?"
The new authority is the tree civilization? If Angor's words were true, the name of the new authority was already shocking enough.
With the suffix of 'civilization', the subtext behind it was a complete, enlightened, and dazzling collection of groupthink in the river of history!
From the perspective of the wizarding world, anything related to "civilization", be it spiritual or material, was a big deal.
Not everything could be related to "civilization". As far as Sunders knew, there were only a few such things. For example, the Origin Fire worshipped by the Primordials was a kind of "fire of civilization".
Now that Angor mentioned "tree civilization", Sunders almost jumped out of his skin.
This authority was related to the level of civilization?
Sunders' expression kept changing. If it really was a tree civilization, then this new authority had to be at least a fringe one, even if it wasn't a core one.
Freud was also in a daze. He didn't think as much as Sunders, but the word "tree civilization" already gave him a heavy feeling. Just hearing about it made him feel like he was carrying a mountain on his back.
"Civilization. Civilization." Freud sighed. What he wanted the most was to make the dream wasteland closer to reality. And the most difficult thing to establish in the dream wasteland was a civilization.
A civilization wasn't something that could be built on random floating duckweeds. But now, he seemed to have given up on the vision that he had hoped for so easily.
Freud felt like his heart was bleeding just thinking about it.
A while later, Angor finally recovered from his daze. At the same time, Sunders quickly asked another question, "The tree civilization you mentioned, is it the new authority that escaped this time?"
Freud also pricked up his ears to hear the answer.
He rubbed his forehead, which was slightly swollen due to the overwhelming information, and sighed deeply. "Yes. It's the tree civilization's power that's escaping this time."
"Tree? Is it related to the tree of authority? Is it a core authority? "Sunders asked again.
Angor shook his head. "They're both trees, but the tree of authority is independent of all laws. It has nothing to do with the tree civilization. As for whether it's a core authority or not … "
Angor hesitated a little as if he was thinking about how to phrase it.
Freud felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat. If it really was his core authority, he wouldn't be able to forgive himself even if Angor forgave him.
"From the perspective of the Nightmare Domain and the dream wasteland, I don't think the tree civilization this time is a 'core' power. In fact, it might be even more marginal than the last time we saw a change in the weather."
Freud's heart finally calmed down after hearing that. However, Angor's proviso arrived just as Freud was about to relax.
"But from my personal point of view, this tree civilization is very important." Angor sighed again.
"Is it because of … civilization?"
"Yes." Angor nodded and thought back to the information he read earlier. "If it's just a plant, even if it's a giant tree that stretches across the entire dream wasteland, it's still fine.
But it's not just a giant tree. It's also a tree of life that opens the door to a new civilization.
"To the world itself, a civilization is nothing more than a ripple in the river of time. It doesn't matter whether it lives or dies. But for those who want to see the dream wasteland as a world, it's very important. It can lead to glory, but it can also lead to cruelty. "
Angor only sighed, but his words already shocked Freud quite a bit.
"So, you're saying there's a giant tree that touches the boundary of the dream wasteland, sir?"
"Yes." Angor nodded. "That tree is almost as powerful as the Tree of Eternity."
A giant tree that broke the earth's crust and rose from the ground.
Angor's description made both Sunders and Freud realize that the tremors that lasted for several minutes were caused by the giant tree growing out of the ground.
Sunders hadn't seen the giant tree yet, but he already had a general idea of what it looked like. However, compared to the giant tree itself, what he was more curious about was … the "civilization".
If he wasn't mistaken, the unknown variable he couldn't figure out before, which was why Freud failed this time, was related to "civilization".
"I don't know how to explain it. Alright, I'll take you there."
Both Sunders and Freud knew what Angor meant. They quickly logged out of the dream wasteland and returned to the real world.
He didn't leave right away. Instead, he turned around and hid his Nightmare Domain inside the mist again before he left.
Two minutes later, Sunders and Freud logged into the dream wasteland.
According to Freud's plan, they should reach the "giant tree" Angor mentioned after entering the dream wasteland. However, what surprised him was that he didn't see any trees after entering. He was still surrounded by fog.
Was he still in the same spot? Did he enter the dream wasteland so fast that Angor didn't have time to relocate his landing spot?
As he was considering whether he should leave and try again, Sunders suddenly frowned. "Not here. Look at the mist carefully."
Without hesitation, Freud followed Sunders' instructions and began to observe the mist.
With this observation, he really did find something different.
The fog looked similar to before, but the color of the fog here was faintly green. It was because the fog was mixed with small green particles that were about the same size as dust.
"What's that?"
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