With that confusion, everyone slowly approached the Void Inscription.
Floating along, Ange cocked his head and suddenly reached into the Dimensional Space, pulling out a Tree Herder.
"Hey, old tree, you're awake?" Negris was startled. Ever since the old tree had been grafted onto the core of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, there had been no movement, and now even it was popping out.
The old tree said leisurely, "Little Tree said it sensed the presence of its progenitor."
"Where? Is it a twig? Or the core?" Having harvested the twigs of the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms multiple times and even obtained its roots and core, a few more branches wouldn't make much difference.
Even if you had many branches, you needed to root or graft them to grow them successfully; that was the real challenge. And with the World Tree, one was enough; more were pointless.
By now, Ange already had three.
No one answered the question because they also didn't know what it was.
