Merlin woke up with a pale face. He rose to his feet and looked up at the tree then began to ponder.
“That old god's cultivation level is extremely high. I'm afraid that he might be a True God at the Arch God level or even higher. But what I am sure of is that his power is definitely higher than Senior Disciple Ainuer. What is the purpose for being in this God's Treasure?”
“His identity is so bizarre. He said he was a member of the World Tree Cult—Yggdraheim group. Even though I don't know who he is, I am certain that he is not the same old man who fought with the other two against the god with the Xian aura.”
Merlin shook his head. This all happened very quickly and confused him.
Then his eyes just noticed the withering of this tree.
“In fact, this tree seems to be one of the branches of the Yggdraheim Tree. But its power is so weak, I think it is only a slight fraction of the mist, so it can only be a connection to the Yggdraheim Seed in the Alphabet Gloves.”