UGB Chapter 85 He planted the World Tree in a flowerpot!
Chapter 85 He planted the World Tree in a flowerpot!
Loki's words did not resonate in the deathly silent cave.
Because everyone present, including himself, was completely frozen in their minds by this incomprehensible scene before them, and lost the ability to speak.
They could only watch.
I will use all my will to witness it.
Witness how Lin Fan uses that invisible divine will as a knife to gently yet cruelly peel away the roots of the Tree of Life from Mother Earth's embrace.
That's not pulling up a tree.
That was a mythical surgical operation performed across the entire continental crust.
The process felt incredibly slow to the eye.
Every second feels like dragging the weight of the entire world along, struggling to move forward in the river of time.
But in reality, the process was as swift as lightning.
While everyone's minds were still reeling from the shock of the previous frame, the last golden root of that small tree, connecting it to the core of the earth's veins, had been precisely severed by Lin Fan's blade of will.
"Buzz—"
A soft hum originating from the dimension of life.
The moment the main root broke, the entire sapling of the Tree of Life burst forth with an unprecedented radiance.
The light was no longer the heavy, majestic gold that had previously connected with the earth.
It is a pure, translucent emerald green, overflowing with the most primal pulse of life!
Only when the light shifts does it truly transform into an independent and complete living entity.
at the same time.
The Americas, which had been trembling violently as if in a death throes, gradually calmed down at that moment.
Like a giant who has undergone a dangerous surgery, he has finally passed the critical period and fallen back into a peaceful slumber.
However, all the extraordinary creatures that inhabit this land clearly sensed that the earth beneath their feet was different.
It has lost something crucial to its core.
She became...somewhat weak.
Inside the cave.
Lin Fan let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had completed a work of art that had taken a lot of effort to create.
"Done, job done."
He clapped his hands, a perfectly measured look of satisfaction on his face.
What he just did was indeed a considerable challenge for him.
It's like asking a woodcutter who's used to using a machete to copy a painting like "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" with a needle; the demands on the microscopic control of mental power are extremely high.
A moment's distraction caused a tremor in his fingertips.
The consequence could be that the entire American continental plate suffers an immediate "brain hemorrhage".
Fortunately, he was exceptionally talented, and his first attempt was nothing short of perfect.
Lin Fan's gaze fell upon what was in front of him.
The sapling of the Tree of Life, completely detached from the earth, was quietly suspended in mid-air, surrounded by a verdant aura of life, its beauty otherworldly.
Now, it is ownerless.
He stretched out his hand and casually waved it.
The sapling then obediently floated to him.
Lin Fan held it gently in his arms, as if it were a precious piece of porcelain.
Then, to everyone's stunned gaze, he took out a huge purple clay flowerpot from his personal space.
Judging from the antique patina and the mark on the bottom, it seems that he picked it up casually at the Panjiayuan Antique Market a few days ago. The stall owner boasted that it was an orchid pot that came from a Qing Dynasty prince's mansion.
He carefully planted the sapling of the Tree of Life in the pot.
They even carefully adjusted the angle to make the tree's posture more aesthetically pleasing.
Then, he walked to the edge of the golden pool that had lost all its divinity and become an ordinary pond, casually scooped up some of the "nutrient solution" that still had residual energy, and slowly poured it over the pool.
Only after doing all this did he nod in satisfaction.
"Hmm, not bad."
"From now on, you'll be working for me."
He examined the small, round, and lustrous tree in the pot and casually said, "You look like a treasure, so I'll call you 'Lin Bao'."
An ancient artifact powerful enough to ignite a war among the gods was given an extremely down-to-earth name.
Lin Fan's mind raced again.
This enormous "bonsai" vanished into thin air and was stored in his personal space, which he planned to take back to the courtyard house to be a neighbor to his ancient tea tree.
"..."
Having witnessed this series of actions that can be described as a textbook example of "burglary," the survivors inside the cave have become completely numb.
Their perceptions and their worldview were repeatedly crushed and reshaped tonight.
Tearing apart an ancient god with bare hands.
Control the earth's veins.
Uproot the sacred tree.
Any one of these would be enough to leave a lasting mark on the history books of the extraordinary world, written with divine blood.
But now, all of this was done effortlessly by the same person in just one hour.
After he finished, he didn't even show the slightest sign of fatigue. His composure was as if he had just gone to a farmers market and casually picked out the best-looking cabbage.
This stark contrast makes everything seem so unreal.
"Sir..."
Fang Qingxue gazed at Lin Fan's calm and handsome profile, and her already captivated heart was once again ignited by the flames of "adoration," pounding violently.
She felt that she had fallen in love all over again.
No, it's that they've become even more deeply immersed.
So deep that I'd do anything for him.
Even something as simple as... watering and fertilizing his newly acquired potted plants.
Those Gold Saints, at this moment, were filled with nothing but gratitude for surviving the ordeal.
They were incredibly grateful that they had been "invited" back to the courtyard house by their husband.
I'm glad that I'm now my husband's "employee".
Instead of becoming Mr.'s enemy like those unfortunate souls who have already turned to dust on the ground.
Otherwise, their fate would not have been any better than that of the feathered serpent god who left not even ashes.
"Um... Mr. Lin..."
A trembling voice finally broke the frozen silence.
It's Li Zhenguo.
He forced back a semblance of human reaction from his extreme shock and numbness.
He leaned against the rock wall, staggered to his feet, and walked up to Lin Fan.
He stared at Lin Fan's excessively young face, his lips trembling for a long time before finally squeezing out the only formal sentence he could think of at that moment.
"I...I represent China, I represent the Special Operations Group..."
"Thank you for your outstanding contributions to maintaining world peace!"
After speaking, Li Zhenguo bowed deeply to Lin Fan.
He really didn't know what else to say.
This is the only way to express the awe and gratitude that cannot be described in any words.
Lin Fan glanced at him, raising an eyebrow slightly.
"Alright, stop with the fluff."
"I just came out for a trip and took care of some personal matters on the way."
He waved his hand, a hint of impatience in his expression.
"It has absolutely nothing to do with world peace."
As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to suddenly remember something.
Turning his head, his gaze precisely fell upon the god who was still questioning his existence in the corner.
"Hey, tour guide."
Lin Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it sent a shiver down Loki's spine.
"Finished watching the play?"
"Now that you've finished watching, shouldn't you settle the bill?"