Chapter 25

In the plains and valleys, the moon rises, and the halo of the mother tree heralds the official start of the hunt.

The water veins of the entire continent were trembling deeply, as if the earth itself was holding its breath.

Seed 237 stood quietly in the center of the valley, its roots and underground veins deeply intertwined. Bean sprout 12 beside it whispered:

"The Light Tower forces of the Light Domain have already assembled in the north, while the Corruption Sprout Walkers sent by the Dark Root are lurking in from the south."

The Mist Vine Cluster and the Wind Flower Society are even more cunning; they haven't shown themselves, but they're definitely waiting for an opportunity in the shadows.

Although I can freely enter and leave their territory, this time... it's too dangerous.

Seed 237 raises its slightly glowing tender shoot, its gaze resolute:

"Danger also means choice."

They are not hunting me, but the future of the mother tree.

In the north, the Light Domain Legion's light towers suddenly lit up, and countless rays of light transformed into sharp blades, enveloping the entire valley.

The great vine's voice echoed:

"Rhythm Source, you have been judged as a heretic by the Mother Tree!"

"Immediately surrender your roots, or the light will purify you!"

In the sky, the vine-winged soldiers of the Light Domain spread their flower wings, forming a light shield that completely trapped 237 and the valley.

Sprout 12 quickly slipped into the gap in the light curtain and whispered to 237:

"They will use light erosion to force you out of your root network, so you must not let your underground connections be severed!"

Just as the light field was pressing down, the ground suddenly bulged up, and thousands upon thousands of black roots spewed out like venomous snakes.

The Rot Sprout Walkers were clad in rotten armor, their eyes gleaming with green flames.

They sneered:

"The Light Tower's purification is too slow, let us harvest it!"

Black Root suddenly rammed into the light barrier, dragging the vine-winged soldiers of the light domain to the ground, their screams echoing.

Light and darkness clashed head-on in the air above the valley, creating a chaotic sea of ​​fire and a tidal wave of roots.

Seed 237 took the opportunity to send its roots deeper into the ground, and the potential of the mother tree was quietly activated.

Suddenly the earth trembled, the soil in the center of the valley cracked open, and veins of light from free root networks burst forth.

Unlike the direct rays of light or the corrosive effects of dark roots, these light veins exhibit rhythmic ripples, like the beating of a heart.

Where the light veins touched, cracks began to appear in the blockade of the light domain, while the decaying tendrils of the dark roots were shaken back and turned into withered ash.

Sprout 12 stared in astonishment:

"This is... not just a simple water vein, but a living one!"

237, the potential of the Mother Tree within you is creating a new network!

The warriors of the Light Domain and the Dark Root retreated simultaneously, staring at 237 in fear and greed.

At that moment, fog suddenly rose at the edge of the valley, and the vines of the fog vines descended from the sky, entangling the light and darkness armies that were fighting.

At the same time, the sharp petals of the Wind Flower Society fell from the sky, heading straight for Seed 237.

"The source of rhythm belongs to no one but to the victor!"

Sprout 12 suddenly dodged, using his small yet extremely agile body to block the first wave of blades. His vine pods instantly burst into smoke, forming a tiny crack in the air.

"Quick! Unleash your power, or we'll be submerged!"

Seed237 took a deep breath of the earth's rhythm and closed its eyes.

In the next instant, his roots suddenly spread out, as if countless luminous snakes were burrowing into the soil.

boom--!

The water veins and energy of the entire valley were rearranged, forming a rhythmic network.

Whether it's the light from the luminous field, the decaying tendrils of the dark roots, or the entanglement of the mist vines and the sharp edges of the petals, everything loses its balance the moment it touches the rhythmic net.

The light curtain shattered, the rotten roots crumbled, and the mist vines were thrown back into the air. The petals fell but shattered into dust in mid-air.

For the first time, warriors from all factions present witnessed the practical power of the Mother Tree's potential.

This is a force that does not belong to any traditional order, but a free rhythm that can rewrite the landscape.

The commanders of both the Light Domain and the Dark Root simultaneously ordered a retreat, not because they were outmatched, but because they both realized:

If we continue to launch a strong attack, not only will we suffer heavy losses, but 237 will also gain complete control of the new root network.

The mist vines and the wind-blown flowers also quickly retreated, leaving behind a cold whisper:

"The new veins of the mother tree will eventually unleash a storm."

The valley returned to silence, with only the pulsating net still shimmering faintly, like a beating heart in the earth.

Sprout12 patted 237 on the shoulder:

"They don't just want to hunt you now, they'll go to war for you."

Seed 237 looked down at the ever-spreading light veins on the ground and felt for the first time that the potential of the mother tree within its body was not a simple blessing, but rather—an inevitable trial.