Novel Full Chapter 1685: Wishing Tree
Chapter 1685: Wishing Tree
"Master, the great tree gave me this. Do you want to step on it?"
Lorelia bent down, hoisted the throne from beneath her feet, and lifted it to Orion. Her massive eyes fluttered in an innocent, eager display, like a child offering a prized treasure.
As the Master of the continent and a member of the World Tree branch, Orion instantly recognized what she was holding.
It was woven from the roots of the World Tree.
Orion reached out and took the throne. The Demigod Artifact offered no resistance, allowing him to examine it freely. After studying the intricate weave of the roots for a moment, he glanced up at the fruit-bearing tree on the summit. He understood perfectly.
"Keep it safe. Never let it leave your side, and never let anyone else touch it," Orion said, handing the throne back. He reached out and ruffled her smooth hair.
Lorelia closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, savoring the familiar gesture. To her, this was the ultimate reward and encouragement—a habit ingrained since she was a hatchling. It meant Orion was highly satisfied with her work in Blackstone City.
"I know, Master. It’s a treasure. It’s my lifeline, my guarantee of survival in this world."
Orion pulled his gaze from the tree and studied her. "You know?"
For her to say that, she had to realize the gravity of their situation.
"Master, your adorable Lorelia is a Dream Weaver. Well, actually, a Lord of Dreams now," she corrected herself proudly. "As a Lord of Dreams, how could I not tell that this is a phantom world woven from nothingness?"
Before Orion could respond, she puffed out her chest. "Am I not the smartest Spider Queen? Master, I have so many little spiders now. As many as I want! I’m going to conquer this whole world and give it to you! Starting from Blackstone City, all of this will belong to the Stoneheart Horde!"
Orion shook his head, a wry smile touching his lips. The girl had just broken through to the demigod realm, and the sudden surge in power had inflated her ego beyond measure. Once she realized the truth of what they were up against, she’d likely be too terrified to leave Blackstone City, hiding in her subterranean lair day and night.
"Let’s go look at the summit," Orion said, choosing not to shatter her delusion just yet. Let her enjoy her triumph a little longer. Her carefree days were numbered.
"Oh! I almost forgot. Master, you don’t know this, but a magical tree grew behind the city! It bears fruit, and when you pick it, the fruit instantly turns into treasure!" Lorelia chattered excitedly as they walked. "Any kind of treasure! Weapons, food, even clothes! Look, Master, my beautiful crown came from one of the fruits!"
She bounced around Orion, gleefully showing off her newly acquired loot. From basic survival gear to lavish accessories, she had wished for—and received—a bit of everything.
In moments, they reached the summit and stood before the colossal tree.
Before getting too close, Orion spotted the four mutated statues of the Slaughter Tyrant.
"Be careful, Master! The Slaughter Tyrants rebelled!" Lorelia whispered fiercely in his ear, her tone a mix of warning and petty grievance. She had tried to pluck more fruit earlier, only to be chased off by the guardians. She still held a grudge.
Orion nodded, then shook his head. The Slaughter Tyrant hadn’t rebelled. Its loyalty to him remained absolute, further reinforced by The Weave of Reality. Otherwise, the Will of the Realm wouldn’t have elevated it and split it into four sentinels to guard the World Tree.
Putting the guardians out of his mind, Orion focused entirely on the bizarre World Tree before him.
Its trunk was as massive as a pillar holding up the heavens. The roots plunged infinitely deep into the earth, while the branches stretched into the clouded vault of the sky. With every shift in the wind and clouds, the tree pulsed with divine light, sending ripples through the fabric of space and time.
Orion reached out and merged his consciousness with the tree. They were already one and the same, making the connection seamless.
Lorelia gaped, her wide eyes blinking rapidly in sheer disbelief.
As his mind fused with the World Tree, Orion entered a surreal state of being. He was the World Tree, and the World Tree was him.
It had shattered the barrier between reality and the void. Anchored by its roots and the physical foundation of Blackstone City, it had taken deep root in this phantom realm. The deeper the roots drove into the earth, the denser the World Essence it devoured. High above, wherever its branches extended, they breached overlapping, parallel worlds, absorbing their World Essence as easily as leaves drinking sunlight.
Orion felt like a true titan god—feet planted in the earth, hands holding up the sky. His limbs acted as supercharged conduits, continuously devouring the realm’s World Essence.
I see.
To Lorelia, Orion had only vanished for a fraction of a second. But to him, it felt as though countless epochs had passed. Every time his senses brushed against a different world, he felt the crushing weight of eons passing—oceans drying, mountains crumbling to dust.
"Master, where did you go?" Lorelia asked, landing on his shoulder to stare up at the tree. "Is there a hollow inside? Were you playing hide-and-seek with me?"
Ignoring the terrible joke, Orion decided to expand her horizons.
"This is no ordinary tree," he explained. "It is a Wishing Tree. Its fruits can grant desires. As long as it falls within the scope of its power, the fruit will transform into whatever you wish for."
In truth, once the World Tree transitioned from phantom to reality in this realm, it ceased to be a mere World Tree. A World Tree was a Wishing Tree, but this Wishing Tree was no longer just a World Tree.
It was now the absolute foundation of Blackstone City—an anchor dropped by the Will of the Titanion Realm. Through this Wishing Tree, not only Orion, but anyone on the Titan continent could project themselves into this realm through their dreams.
Blackstone City was the bridge between reality and the void. It was a portal. As long as Blackstone City stood, the Titanion Realm could inch its way into this Ascendant Plane.
Conversely, if Blackstone City fell, the enemy plane could use this exact anchor to flood the Titanion Realm.