Good disciple!

"Minor sky of freedom."

The sky was blue with white clouds.

In the distance, there was a resplendent golden light that fluctuated like the rising and falling of the tide. As it flowed, it gently plated all living things with golden light.

In the center of the valley, countless thick vines hung down from the branches of the towering giant tree. They intertwined in the air and formed a huge green cocoon.

In the cracks of the green cocoon, there was a light as bright as the moon trembling slightly. It was like the reflection of the moonlight on the quiet lake in the forest at night.

A powerful and vast force escaped from the green cocoon and pressed down in all directions.

Countless plants lowered their heads slightly, as if they were submitting to him.

The wood spirits in charge of guarding the valley knelt on the ground in unison, their eyes emotionless, like the most loyal guardians.