The secret realm of the Blue Planet had opened, and the 12 Gods who received the news were all here. The immortals stood high above, looking down at the beings of the Blue Planet struggling.
The Wolf God's voice came from the depths of space and time. His voice was heard, but he was not to be seen, "That newly risen immortal tree seems to have the shadow of the Tree God, and there's a lot of faith surrounding it."
The Poison God cackled, "If not for these reasons, how could a mere fifth realm totem become an immortal?"
"This tree's luck is pretty good," The Ghost God's voice was bone-chilling, "Originally, to become immortal, one has to at least reach the sixth realm of origin to be able to condense the principle source crystal."
