Chapter 49
The abyss appeared to have been ripped open with three enormous cracks.
On one side are the light roots, bursting forth from the depths of the root heart, transforming into a blazing green torrent, each root carrying a pulsating light, like the veins of a forest under the sun.
On one side, shadows parasitize, transforming into swirling black mist. Within the mist, countless twisted leaf shadows and eyes resemble endless mirror images, roaring as if to devour everything.
Between the two, what bursts forth abruptly is the breath of freedom brought by Sprout 12—
It wasn't a single force, but rather the watermarks of the swamp, the iron sand from broken shells, the spores of the shadow vines, and the cyclones of the flowing wind...
They are not perfect, but like fragments of the real world, they are forcibly thrown into the abyss.
In an instant, the abyss of souls was shaken upside down by the three forces, as if an entire continent had been struck by an earthquake at the same time.
The light root suddenly stretched out, carrying countless bright green runes, and struck the black mist directly.
Each strike of the light root leaves a trace of light, tearing the darkness into pieces.
The shadowy creature laughed maniacally, and the sea of mist coalesced into tentacles to retaliate.
The tentacles are covered with parasitic spores, and with each wave, they contaminate the surface of the light root, causing it to gradually lose its luster.
After a brief stalemate, the two forces collided with a deafening roar.
The light roots broke through the mist, but were corroded by the spores, leaving one black spot after another.
With a loud shout, Sprout 12 suddenly threw out dozens of "intelligence seeds".
They shattered in mid-air, transforming into microscopic odors of different ecosystems:
The water veins transformed into mist and rain, washing away the black spores.
Iron sand solidified into a sharp blade, severing the misty touch.
The spores resonated with the shadows, directly interfering with the control of the black mist.
The free forces did not form a unified whole, but rather flowed into the battlefield like hundreds of different streams, turning the original binary confrontation into utter chaos.
The Shadow Parasite roared in shock and rage:
"Free Plant! How dare you mix outside influences into the abyss?"
You're destroying his soul's stability!
Sprout12 responded coldly:
"Your soul is not a prison; it must remember its roots in reality, and the traces of its existence!"
With the help of Jiaxi, Guanggen suddenly unleashed unprecedented power.
They no longer simply thrust outwards, but instead, following the aura of Sprout 12, they transform the external water flow, iron sand, and wind into their own "mixed runes."
This is the first time seed 237 has been displayed—
Mother tree potential: Integrating external resources to create new life.
The shimmering texture on the light root is no longer a single green, but a complex blend of light blue, sand gray, and wind white.
They transformed into a vast network of roots, pressing straight down on the black mist.
The Shadow Parasite finally realized the danger and roared:
"You actually... want to define yourself by external factors?!"
You will no longer be pure! No longer the only 237!
But 237's voice finally echoed from the abyss, carrying a clear and resolute tone:
"No, I am neither the shadow you want, nor the frail seed."
I am who I am—I am the convergence of all experiences, all partners, and all roots!
You can't swallow me!
This roar caused the three forces of Light Root, Shadow, and Pod Breath to collide completely.
In an instant, the abyss flipped upside down, as if the world had been turned upside down in a flash.
The black mist was torn open with a giant maw, the light root surged several times over, and the pod breath of Sprout 12 turned into countless fragments, embedding itself into the light root and becoming new runes.
—The first all-out three-way confrontation ended with Guanggen's partial victory.
Although the shadow parasite was not completely eradicated, it was forcibly suppressed deep within the core of the body, leaving behind a ferocious growl:
"You won't win for long... I am your other side... Sooner or later, you will need me."
Sprout 12, on the other hand, was barely breathing and was almost unconscious.
He gazed at the gradually stabilizing 237, a slight smile playing on his lips:
"This is your true self."
On the desolate plains of reality.
Seed 237 stood quietly in the center of the light field, its branches and leaves drooping, its roots shrunken, as if it had lost all vitality.
The surrounding lower-level plants began to stir, some even attempting to invade the light zone and prey on the nutrients that were about to rot.
However, just as the first rays of dawn pierced through the thin mist, the earth suddenly trembled.
—Buzz.
A pulse emanates from the depths of the heart, like the beating of a giant drum.
A light suddenly shone from the stem of seed 237, first a faint green, then rapidly expanding into colorful veins:
The emerald green is mixed with aquamarine, iron gray, and wind white, as if it has gathered the elements of the entire continent.
This is the physical manifestation of the potential of the mother tree.
The drooping leaves unfold one by one, their edges shimmering with light.
Some of the leaves even cracked, sprouting new buds with an unusual color:
Some leaves have water-like patterns flowing through their veins, which can automatically absorb moisture from the air;
Some of the leaves have iron sand crystals, making them as hard as blades;
Even the tips of the leaves tremble slightly in the wind, which can subtly change the airflow.
The entire plant is no longer just a simple plant, but an embryonic mother tree that has begun to "integrate with the world".
What followed was the transformation of the light domain.
The halo, originally three meters in radius, suddenly expanded, and the stream of light spread wildly along the roots, instantly breaking through ten meters, twenty meters...
It eventually stabilized on a circular area that was a full fifty meters wide.
Within the light domain, all the lower-level plants were forced to bow their heads, as if shrouded in an invisible oppression.
Their growth rate plummeted, while 237's roots frantically absorbed humus and water from the soil, converting it into their own energy.
Observers in the distant Tide Lotus Alliance, Shattered Shell Ridge, and Shadow Vine were alarmed almost simultaneously.
They witnessed firsthand how a small plant, which was originally just a mid-level plant, underwent a qualitative change overnight:
It is no longer just a defensive master of the light domain, but a ruling core that actively oppresses the surrounding ecosystem.
The flower spirit of the swamp whispered:
"This is... a sign of the mother tree."
The shelled beasts of Shattered Shell Ridge emitted a deep rumble, and the guards all retracted their tentacles, looking fearfully into the distance.
However, the representative of Ying Teng curled up a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth:
"Ha... The more potential a tree reveals, the less likely it is to live to become a real tree."
At the edge of the light field, the weak sprout 12 stood quietly.
He could feel that his fragments of "free breath" had been assimilated into the light roots and leaves by 237.
This means—
The bond between them is no longer just that of allies, but a kind of inseparable symbiosis.
Sprout 12 chuckled softly, its pods trembling slightly.
“237…you really have taken a path that no one could have imagined.”
Seed 237 raises its leaves, and sunlight refracts into a rainbow of colors within the light field.
This was his rebirth, and also the beginning of a period of upheaval for all factions on the plains.
because--
The shadow of the mother tree finally appeared on the barren plain.
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