Disorientation washed over Yun Lintian as he awoke. He found himself sprawled on a plush silk bed, fit for royalty, its surface embroidered with intricate golden dragons that shimmered in the sunlight streaming through a large window. The spacious chamber glowed with a warm, inviting light.
He instinctively reached for his chest, where the memory of the ice spear remained fresh. But to his astonishment, there was no wound.
"Did I die?" he muttered, confusion lacing his voice.
A quick internal scan revealed the Tree of Life had undergone a phenomenal transformation. It now towered within him, its branches adorned with miniature figures of the divine beasts. The relics, it seemed, had merged with the mighty tree, becoming an integral part of its essence.
"High God Realm?" Yun Lintian was startled.
