The diminutive figure suddenly expanded in the minds of everyone, growing several times taller, as if the oppressive aura of a higher being made them breathless, yet indescribably excited.
The advancement was complete!
The second Seventh Rank of their Dawn Civilization was thus born!
"May I ask the Immortal's title?"
The crowd approached the person, half-kneeling on the ground and asking in unison.
And the latter glanced back at the giant tree that had aided his growth, recalling the spell he excelled at, he looked up to the sky:
"I am Tree Pavilion Venerable, henceforth, Dawn shall be renamed to Tree Pavilion!"
Emerald green magic power overflowed, and within seconds, a vast array spanning thousands of meters formed in the sky.
The soil and rocks of the ancestral Holy Mountain shrouded by the array were lifted by an invisible force, plants were nourished to grow swiftly, and around the Holy Mountain a cluster of buildings quickly formed.
