The people who were about to attack retreated. They felt that this tree was about to charge into a sea of blood.
They, who had been blinded by killing, had one last bit of analytical ability. Their mind was telling them not to destroy it.
After a moment, the innkeeper's vitality withered and he arrived in front of the tree.
He held two dead Dao Immortals in his hands. Then, he waved his hand and the blood of the two exploded on the Tree of Creation.
"Absorb it well and try your best to hold up a piece of sky. Then… survive."
The innkeeper looked at the youth waking up in the tree and muttered to himself.
The youth was different from ordinary people. Before and after he was born, he encountered the remaining power of the founding primordial spirit.
For some reason, these powers took a fancy to the youth. Because such powers were dangerous for an infant, the powers were sealed inside the youth by themselves.
