Under Yuan Ming's control, the figure of the World Tree began to slowly shrink. The branches and vines piercing deep into the void were being pulled out bit by bit, like silk being unwound from a cocoon.
Each time a root was lifted, the Three Realms Immortal Boat trembled as if its heartstrings were being plucked.
In the void, the Space Power seemed to be summoned by some force, surging and forming chaotic space whirlpools, like waves whipped up by a fierce wind.
With a thought, Yuan Ming gently opened the space gate of the Shura Palace, revealing a deep entrance.
He cautiously maneuvered the roots of the World Tree, slowly extending them toward that entrance.
When the first root pierced through a barren plain in the Shura Palace, a torrent of nature's spiritual energy surged into this space like a flood.
