Xiao Chen didn't dare to recklessly expose the small tree outside of the King's Ship. After all, he had already seen that everything material would disintegrate without the protection of the dark light emanating from the ancient ship. Even though this was a legendary Holy Tree, it was hard to say if it could withstand such divine power.
Xiao Chen's arm had reached the edge of the ship's side. More and more golden light spots converged, and the little Holy Tree rapidly absorbed these divine forces.
He took another risk and moved forward a bit, leaving the ship's side slightly. Though he remained within the range of the ancient ship's dark light, the golden power condensed more quickly. It seemed like many tiny fireflies were flying in from all directions, rushing towards the little tree.
This result was elating; seeing the divine power absorbed by the small tree gave a strong sense of fulfillment and satisfaction.
