"Mr. Lu Yuan left the Safe Zone five hundred years ahead of time, endured countless hardships, and became a Third-level Civilization."
"Up next, it's our turn."
"This tree is our great benefactor, we must treat it well."
"We have already used high-grade nutrient fluid."
The group exchanged pleasantries and encouraged each other's morale.
Suddenly, an indescribable grand aura emanated from the Parasol Tree, and as a breeze swept through, it brought a refreshing sense of renewal!
Amazingly, the surrounding flowers and plants started to glow softly, swaying with the breeze!
Honestly, the cognitive level of the Human Mother Civilization is indeed not very high, and there are no Level Six Field Masters; they only know the term "Field" without truly experiencing it.
For a moment, these leaders were suspicious, not knowing what to do.
A large number of technicians hurriedly rushed over to inspect the Parasol Tree.
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