This ancient tree is immensely tall, with an incredibly aged face growing on its trunk.
It appears kind and gentle.
With a chuckle, it said, "Ah, a newcomer has arrived."
"It was Grandpa Wang who asked me to bring him in, sorry for the trouble," Wang Ze replied.
"No problem, go on inside.
Be careful on the way, don't step on other plants," the ancient tree laughed softly.
A branch fell, seemingly imbued with boundless power.
It plunged directly into the depths of the void, as if wrapping around something and forcibly dragging it up.
An invisible green door sustained within the void.
"Inside is an inland world we call the Plant Realm," Wang Ze explained.
"Among the eighteen veins in our Yao Pond, only our Plant Lineage has its own unique world."
When Wang Ze spoke these words, he was both proud and a bit sad.
"Back then, our Plant Lineage resisted Qiongqi's tribe led by Huo Dou, defending Qiansong City.
