Chapter 1872
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"What's this?" Freud reached out his hand and picked up a few small green particles.
"These are seeds," a clear voice spoke into Freud's ears.
Is that Angor's voice? Angor's here? Where is he? Freud looked around and saw nothing but thick fog. Angor was nowhere to be seen.
As Freud tried to figure out what was going on, a tornado suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Before Freud knew what was happening, the tornado had already lifted him from the ground. After a brief moment of weightlessness, Freud found himself being lifted upward by the tornado.
It felt as if he was being carried by a wind-elemental spirit.
Not only Freud, but Sunders was also swept away by the hurricane. However, Sunders remained calm from head to toe. Freud, on the other hand, seemed to be at a loss because of the sudden change of events.
It took Freud a while to come back to his senses. The tornado that appeared out of nowhere must be controlled by someone. Angor was probably the only one who could create such a tornado in Brute Cavern.
Freud finally calmed himself down and thought about Angor's answer.
"Seeds?" Freud didn't care about where the tornado was taking them. He checked the small green particles on his fingertips. "So these are seeds that can be planted in the dream wasteland? Do they have life energy? "
"Yes, they can be planted. As for life energy … well, even if they do, they probably won't show up in the way you think they do." Angor's voice came again. This time, Freud heard Angor's voice clearly.
Angor didn't go into details, but Freud knew what he was talking about.
"Life forms" that originated from the dream wasteland must show up in different ways. Maybe they were similar to the ones in the Dream Realm? Or maybe they were similar to Sinful Fiends?
Freud was still pondering when he suddenly felt his surroundings getting brighter. The hazy fog that was previously obscured by the fog suddenly cleared up.
Moreover, the surroundings became brighter and brighter until they were carried by the hurricane and broke through the fog. They saw a clear blue sky and bright sunlight.
Freud also saw Angor standing on top of the clouds.
When Freud was about to greet Angor, he noticed that Angor wasn't looking at them at all.
"Huh?" Freud heard Sunders' surprised voice as well.
Freud followed Angor's line of sight with a puzzled look.
"What's that?!" When Freud saw the scene in the distance, his pupils shrunk, and his mouth was slightly agape.
And all of this was Freud's unwitting expression.
The scene in front of him was beyond his wildest imaginations.
When Freud heard Angor talking about a giant tree, he couldn't help but think of something similar to the Tree of Eternity. He only saw a picture of the tree in a book, but it was already shocking enough.
However, what he didn't expect was that the giant tree in front of him had exceeded the limits of his imagination!
The thick, dark brown tree trunk was so wide that one couldn't even see the end of it! Freud was certain that the tree's trunk alone was several times bigger than Nightmare Orphanage. It was probably half the size of Freighting Town!
Putting aside the thickness of the trunk, the most frightening thing about this tree was the shock it brought at first glance.
What was the meaning of a giant tree? Freud looked up and saw nothing but a green shadow. He couldn't see the end of it.
Freud did not know what kind of tree it was, but it had many of the characteristics of a tree, such as the dome of the Socotra tree, with its countless branches stretching across the sky like streets, and the leaves of the Piscina palm, which were as wide as duckweeds, intertwined with each other like a square.
Freud wasn't just shocked by the tree itself.
There was a thick layer of green mist floating around the tree. That kind of green was so thick that it was like an emerald green juice that dripped down.
Freud was sure that the green mist wasn't actually mist. It was the green seed he saw earlier.
With such a large area of green fog, who knew how many seeds were hidden in it? A billion? Ten billion?
If he could plant all of them, the dream wasteland would turn from a barren wasteland into a green field.
While Freud was thinking, some of the green mist around the giant tree had already merged with the ground.
Perhaps it was due to the augmentation of the Law, or perhaps it was the support of the towering tree, but the green mist that fell to the ground began to sprout rapidly. In the blink of an eye, a lush green field appeared around the giant tree.
All kinds of strange plants, trees, and vines began to spread around the giant tree.
It was like a drop of ink falling into a pool of water and dying it red. But here, the seeds had already fallen into the ground.
They were still several thousand meters away from the giant tree, but in the blink of an eye, a forest had already sprouted from the ground.
Some of the taller trees even pierced through the mist, allowing them to see the top of the trees and the fruits hidden under them.
Freud couldn't believe his eyes as he smelled the scent of life in the air.
Freud couldn't believe what he was seeing. How could a tree civilization be so powerful? Plants didn't need time to grow? Also, with such a devastating invasion, how could the nutrients in the soil keep up?
If Angor could read Freud's mind, he would only chuckle.
The plants in the dream wasteland couldn't be judged by the standards of the real world. Also, the "tree civilization" was using up the willpower of the tree civilization when it first manifested. The giant tree was still in its early stage of growth, and it was providing all the energy it needed to grow. It even helped the ground to turn the barren wasteland into a fertile land.
However, this was the only time the plants would grow quickly. In the future, they would have to follow the rules of the tree civilization.
"These plants —" Freud had a lot of questions to ask, but Angor quickly interrupted him.
"Let's talk later. Keep watching."
Angor was still happy to see the plants growing wildly. If Freud was the one controlling the tree civilization, it would take at least a year for the plants to spread across the entire dream wasteland. But if it was the world itself, it wouldn't take more than a few days.
But what really caught Angor's attention wasn't the plants. It was …
Angor looked around the giant tree in the distance. The green mist was still drifting in the wind.
He knew that the green mist was actually a seed. Among the dense clusters of seeds, some of them were glowing faintly.
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