Beneath the colossal body of the Immortal Enlightenment Tree King, numerous clans flourished on a continent.
They had far fewer troubles.
They no longer faced the threat of being killed by outside clans.
They continuously developed their own clans and delved into their unique cultures.
Art outlined like prisms, light and whimsical music, poetry rich in depth and rhythm.
Su Qing leaned against the Tree King's trunk, watching the development of each clan in the distance.
He watched the laughter and sorrow within every clan.
"Tree King, I'll be leaving soon."
"I truly can't bear to part with this," Su Qing remarked wistfully.
He wasn't cultivating.
Because even without cultivating, he would soon reach the Perfection of his Cultivation Technique.
He had already pondered countless ways to break through.
"Master, all is as it should be. Are you reluctant to part with Miss Qianyou?"
Su Qing shook his head. "No, I just can't bear to leave this peaceful atmosphere."
