Countless Pale Pilgrimages gathered together, their branches glowing with a pure and icy silver light. From afar, it resembled a shimring silver ocean, flickering faintly in the darkness of the dungeon’s lower depths, presenting an eerie yet sacred beauty.
However, beneath this breathtaking sight lay deadly danger.
At the edges of the silver woodland, piles of monster corpses lay heaped like mountains, and among them, one could occasionally spot the broken remains of a Pale Pilgrimage as well.
“It’s practically like a natural barrier…” Salyan muttered in awe at the scene.
“It is indeed a barrier,” Iros explained calmly from behind him. “It is a defense chanism of the Divine Tree itself, preventing anything from approaching its core.”
“They don’t seem… to be infected?” Salyan noticed that all the little trees retained their silvery-white trunks, without showing the dark red veins typical of those eroded by “Madness.”
But Iros shook his head slowly. He lifted a hand and pointed toward a broken sapling half-buried in the pile of corpses.
On its withered branch, faint dark red markings were clearly visible!
“It’s not that they cannot be infected, but that any contaminated individuals are eliminated by their own kind.”
“We’re not… supposed to destroy them by force, right?” Salyan asked uneasily.
“Of course not,” the captain of the guards, Eko, interjected. “If we chopped them all down, would you have my Rangers standing guard here day and night afterward?”
At his command, the well-trained elven rangers quickly split into several groups.
They stealthily approached from the flanks, purifying the poisonous mists in the air while provoking the Pale Pilgrimages with arrows and disruptive spells.
Soon enough, so of the Pale Pilgrimages were drawn away, chasing after the sources of disturbance and leaving the collective behind.
Gradually, the silver forest blocking their direct path grew thinner.
But when only a final thin layer remained, no matter how the rangers intensified their provocations, the remaining trees would only pursue briefly before retreating, never straying far from their line of defense.
“What now? Should we break through by force?” Salyan asked.
Iros gazed at the final line of defense and raised his staff. “The inevitable sacrifices… are still within acceptable limits.”
Eko didn’t hesitate in the slightest—he drew his twin elven scimitars with a tallic ring, the blades gleaming with cold light in the dim glow.
Those remaining Pale Pilgrimages, no matter how they spewed poisonous mists or swung their roots in desperate resistance, were no match for the combined assault of Iros’s magic and Eko’s swordsmanship.
Before long, they had been reduced to charred fragnts and broken wood strewn across the ground.
Once the path was cleared, Iros did not order the entire group forward. He left several mages behind to cover the periter and took only three of his most capable students, together with Eko, deeper inside.
The darkness gradually faded, and the surroundings grew brighter.
Finally, a pure pillar of light descended from directly above, forcing Salyan, who had long since grown accustod to the dimness, to squint his eyes.
They had reached the very bottom center of this vast underground spiral structure.
But at the heart of the empty soil lay only a single fragile seedling, so small it could hardly even be called a tree!
“Teacher, could that really be…” Salyan asked uncertainly.
Iros confird his guess. “That is the Divine Tree.”
One of the accompanying mages couldn’t help clicking his tongue. “I thought… it would be enormous.”
Eko chuckled at that. “That’s what I thought too, the first ti I heard of it.”
Though this was his first ti seeing the Divine Tree with his own eyes, as captain of the guards, he had long studied the records describing it.
Iros went on, “The Divine Tree is indeed vast beyond imagination. What you see now is rely the smallest fraction of it.”
“The rest… is it all underground?”
As Salyan speculated, he instinctively cast a spatial reconnaissance orb to probe beneath the earth for the Divine Tree’s form. Get full chapters from novel fire
But the image revealed only chaotic distortions of twisted space, as though everything had been forcibly compressed together. The result was a jumbled ss unlike anything Salyan had ever seen!
Just as he was about to shift position to check for interference, the Pujis perched on his head suddenly kicked his skull twice with its tiny fungal legs.
Having grown used to such warnings, Salyan instantly realized the Pujis was telling him to stop.
Almost at the sa ti, Iros placed a hand on his shoulder.
“Everyone stay where you are. Do not move recklessly,” Iros said with rare severity. “The spatial structure here is not as simple as what the eyes can perceive.”
Looking at the warped reconnaissance orb, Salyan understood at once. Cold sweat trickled down his back, and he dared not act rashly again.
anwhile, he was once more astonished by the Pujis’s abilities. Beyond [Mana Perception], could it also sense distortions in space itself?
When they returned, he was determined to run a full examination on the little fellow and find out just how many unexpected talents it was hiding!
Lin Jun, however, had no ti to worry about Salyan’s thoughts. In fact, even the warning earlier had been only for Elawen’s sake, a brief reminder in the middle of his own preoccupation.
At this mont, his full attention was fixed on the panel of the tiny seedling before him!
【Na: Esogar】
【Level: LV99】
【Race: Divine Tree】
【Racial Talent: Mana Harvest】
【Skills: 】
【Status: Dormant】
【Title: Dungeon Administrator No. 5 (Granted maximum authority over this dungeon)】
…
Lin Jun shifted his perspective to the Far North, where Gray["Little Black"] was scratching at a block of ice with its claws, curiously studying whether it counted as sothing shiny.
He opened its panel.
【Na: Gray】
【Level: LV62】
No problems there.
Which ant this truly was a Level 99 being nad Esogar—skills blank, status dormant—and also a Dungeon Administrator?!
Luckily it was dormant. Otherwise, as a fellow Dungeon Administrator, Lin Jun might’ve had to consider whether he should be polite enough to say hello…
While Lin Jun scrutinized the panel, Iros had already stepped up to the frail sapling.
He extended his hand, letting erald light of natural magic shine from his palm, enveloping the sapling in a gentle glow, as if probing and communicating with it on a deeper level.
Ti passed in silence, until even the usually patient Eko could no longer hold his tongue.
“Iros, what’s the situation…”
But before he could finish, sudden change erupted!
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