The Abyssal Garden: No Room for the Idle

"Boom!"

While Su Qi and the eight Dimension Masters were secretly giving lessons.

The outside world continued without pressing pause.

Since the onset of war, it had been in full swing, with various hidden Present World lives and Abyss armies descending from the vast starry sky in all directions.

Extraordinary beings from various major forces, like deities carrying tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, are surrounding the New Continent, either assisting in battle, coveting, or waiting for the right moment.

Many have naturally aligned with and chosen the Abyss Camp, actively mobilizing instead of staying put, with numerous lives below the extraordinary level continuously landing on the New Continent.

The slaughter erupted at an astounding scale.

Diverse palaces found themselves unable to stay uninvolved. In stable outposts, many adventurers within jurisdiction areas actively launched attacks, unleashing their Strength against the Monster tide.

Their points were dwindling fast; merely hiding in their jurisdiction brought no advantage. Those with fewer points were even feeling it's hitting rock bottom; losing points meant gradually losing their Sanctuary.

However, there was another way to earn points, which was to kill monsters scattered across the battlefield.

They could not sit and await death but could only advance with assaults.

This was actually a maneuver left by the Strength of the World Tree; before the Abyss, there was no Neutral or third party; anyone in this New Continent was a target the Abyss aimed to annihilate.

Thus, all forces would naturally stand against the Abyss.

Even if their sole intention was to gain benefits, they would join the fray against the Abyss Monster tide.

At this moment, the flood of battle had exploded across this continent.

Strength at sequence seven could only rely on the Sanctuary from points to maintain footing within the Monster tide.

Those who ascended to sequence six may possess vastly different life channels from sequence seven, but they still faced creatures produced through parasitic growth methods, possessing sequence six capabilities of their own.

The true battle was amongst the Abyss believers and the Gods Palace's armored forces.

The collision of astonishing Abyss and Holy Light erupted, each strike within could hurl violent stones upward, forming terrifying sandstorms.

Wave after wave of Spiritual Energy detonations on the main battlefield could easily obliterate a continent.

And even so.

Many Heavenly Destiny People and Venerables remained within their respective camps, without mobilizing armies.

"How much longer before the World Tree blooms?"

At this moment, Old Huang stood alongside the Bell-Ringer.

Although many Priests were commanding the current war, evidently the Bell-Ringer was not responsible.

He only needed to wait; when the World Tree blooms, ancient powers would descend, marking his moment to command.

It could determine the course of everything.

"It should be soon." The Bell-Ringer softly replied, "The World Tree's patterns have extended into the Old Days."

He gazed upon the vast roots of the World Tree, penetrating the clouds, the Star River, the Ancient Battlefield projection, simultaneously delving into the Old Days, with countless patterns on the trunk coiling, following paths beyond sight.

The newborn World Tree was rapidly growing strong.

Strictly speaking.

The New World Tree didn't need much growth, considering the old World Tree's withering and collapse; all Strength did not vanish but transferred to the Root of New World Tree.

It could swiftly gain control of the Present World's Strength and reestablish past rules, albeit needing time to adapt and bloom.

Now, the Bell-Ringer felt the New World Tree was at the verge of blooming.

Except.

For some reason, it hadn't directly erupted yet; they've waited for long, well-prepared.

Even according to data from the Eye of Destiny, billions of calculations per second were made to find the timing for eruption, yet all have been missed remarkably.

It seemed the Root of New World Tree was destined to explode but was forcefully held back, postponing the bloom.

Of course, it was merely an illusion.

After all, the question of whether the World Tree possessed consciousness had long been unverified; even though the Masters of the Present World and many Dimension Masters frequently gathered in a space at the World Tree, this remained unconfirmed.

Thus, the Bell-Ringer continued waiting silently.

"By the way, Su Buxian?" The Bell-Ringer gently said, "Can you reach him now? I have some questions to ask."

While confronting the Abyss, various tactics covertly resisted with constant minor eruptions; although many underlings had started fighting, overall, it remained a standoff, given that the damage below was merely the tip of the iceberg.

Until the true enemy emerged, it was all just minor skirmishes.

Old Huang nodded softly, "You ask me? How should I know?"

Bell-Ringer: "?"

You're not supposed to be a Priest of The Hustlers Sect?

Old Huang felt innocent; from the Anxious Land until now, frankly, he hadn't met Su Buxian face-to-face.