Even Arthas was momentarily stunned by the sight of this mountain-like expanse of trees.
More accurately, it wasn't a sea of trees, but a single colossal tree and its branches. This sky-reaching giant, simply by standing there, was as magnificent and grand as a mountain peak. Even Nordrassil, meticulously cultivated by the Night Elves over generations, appeared like a weak sapling before this sky-obscuring behemoth.
Such an enormous plant naturally emitted astonishing life energy. This pure essence of life was so potent it could make one wonder if they had entered the Emerald Dream.
However, what most intrigued Arthas was that although he felt unfamiliar with this great tree and the surrounding landscape, the environment depicted in this scene gave him a strange sense of familiarity.
What is this place?
With this question, Arthas prepared to observe the direction of this world, just as he had previously observed Auchindoun. But when he injected his will into the temporal bubble, he felt a powerful gravitational pull, attempting to drag him into this world.
However, after Arthas reacted, he immediately anchored himself in the real world. Although the pulling force was quite astonishing, it couldn't shake Arthas's body.
After a brief stalemate, just as Arthas wondered if Sargeras was behind this, the scene in the bubble suddenly shifted. The colossal tree was cut down midway by some powerful external entity, extinguishing most of the life energy within it.
Despite the heavy mist and concealment, Arthas still recognized the being who had acted to remove the giant tree, causing devastating damage to the surrounding ecosystem, as well as a group of his compatriots with obscure expressions behind him.
The father of the gods—Aman'thul, and the Titan Pantheon, not yet destroyed by Sargeras.
At this time, the Titan gods still possessed their complete bodies and peak power. Any Titan in the Pantheon could easily destroy a planet, let alone remove a giant tree growing on a world.
Even if this giant tree was more magnificent than Nordrassil, Aman'thul's power far surpassed Archimonde's. The storm of the World Tree's destruction did not harm a single hair on Aman'thul, but it caused earth-shattering changes to the planet it relied on for survival.
Lush primeval forests rapidly withered, and numerous life forms became extinct amidst the drastic environmental changes. Eonar, the Titan who wielded the power of life, showed clear sorrow and pity on her face, but her position dictated that she could not defy the will of the Pantheon of gods.
Apart from Eonar, the other gods showed no obvious attitude towards Aman'thul. They likely neither supported nor opposed him, or perhaps simply felt they were fulfilling their duties.
Arthas witnessed the World Tree in this historical image being eradicated by Aman'thul, and watched as countless mortal lives marched towards extinction under the will of the gods. He showed no reaction at this moment, because his intuition told him that the events recorded in this bubble were far from over.
Indeed, after the destruction of the World Tree, although the planet's ecosystem underwent drastic changes, the Titans intervened in time to stabilize it. However, after that, a large number of Titan servants involved in the transformation, as well as the power left by Aman'thul, completely obscured the existence of the World Tree's remnants.
Arthas could not see what was behind the mist by enhancing his perception, because the image recorded by the bubble itself had flaws; the energy storm left by Aman'thul had left a permanent void in this record.
Just as Arthas thought this was a transformation activity carried out by the Titans on some unknown planet, the magnificent Titan device gradually forming in the bubble made his pupils contract slightly.
Under the tireless labor of the diligent Titan servants, a huge energy lake slowly formed. It harnessed the wild primal energy within the planet, manifesting it into a solidified spring of water.
The Well of Eternity!
In other words, this planet is Azeroth?!
Arthas learned these things for the first time, uncovering secrets even older than history itself, and the primal appearance of this planet before the Titans transformed Azeroth.
Although Arthas had already prepared himself for the fact that the history recorded by the Titans was not the complete truth, actually witnessing these events unfold still stirred a storm in his mind.
After a moment, Arthas forced himself to stop thinking—although he didn't know why the Titans deliberately concealed this part of history, now was certainly not a good time to ponder these things. After all, Sargeras was still lurking, and in this situation, the Titans were necessary allies to win over.
There was no need for him to reveal his cards now and push the Titans to oppose him, but these historical projections did give him something to think about.
There was also another question... why would Sargeras want him to see these things? Or rather, could everything that happened be another one of Sargeras's tricks?
Arthas exhaled, reaching out to touch the bubble. Although he couldn't change anything that happened within the bubble, some existing elements could definitely be used by him.
He extracted some of Aman'thul's aura from the event of the World Tree's destruction, and following this incredibly clear trail, Arthas finally found that "imperfect" gap in the chaotic sea of energy, which was the entrance to Sargeras's domain.
Arthas didn't hesitate. After tearing and expanding this opening, he flew into the rift.
After Arthas left, the unsupported spatial rift immediately closed, as if it had never appeared, leaving only the sea of energy stirred by Arthas's power, indicating that someone had been here. But the churning ocean quickly filled with chaos again, returning to its undifferentiated state.
The distance of this spatial jump was probably not short in Arthas's perception, and after the real universe once again appeared before him, Arthas indeed felt a cold, desolate sensation different from the scorching dryness of Argus.
Looking back, he had already moved far away from the emerald star, floating in the vast expanse of the cosmic starry sky.
After a very brief sensation of weightlessness, Arthas landed on a hard platform. Magnificent metal structures supported a semi-circular metal hall. Ancient and mysterious runic metal was embedded in every corner of the temple, exuding an extremely ancient aura of order.
"Welcome to the Pantheon, mortal... no, kindred spirit."
A deep, resonant male voice suddenly echoed in the temple. Before a series of bronze-colored metal thrones was a circular platform. In the center of the platform, a tall man wearing a white, one-shouldered robe and a circular headband stood with his back to Arthas, looking up at the tall, empty thrones.