The Embers of King's Teyvat Journey

Luminous and Paimon were discussing what snacks to make, Ember ran to the trunk of the Golden Tree in the distance and was doing something, while Lance Sanx and Abeddo...

It looks like they're prying off tree bark.

"Hey! What are you two doing!" Lisa rushed over. She didn't know about Abedo, but Lance Sanx was just as troublesome as Ember.

"So...so hard!" Lance Sanks squatted on the ground, his fair and slender fingers digging into the crevices of the golden tree bark.

She strained with both hands, as if trying to tear a piece of bark from the golden tree. But no matter how hard she tried, the bark of the golden tree wouldn't budge.

The most important characteristic of the Golden Law is immutability, which is also fully reflected in the Golden Tree.

Without a change in the law, attempting to alter the Golden Tree would be virtually impossible, whether the change is external or internal.

“Collecting research materials.” Abedo glanced at Lisa, then took out his small chisel and began prying bark off trees with Lance Sanks.

However, it was clear that even Lance Sanx's power could not harm the Golden Tree in the slightest, and Abedo's small chisel left no mark on it.

"Hey, I don't believe it!" Lance Sanks rubbed her fingertips, which were red from exerting too much force; she was about to get serious.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" Lance Sanx shoved Lisa and Abedo, who had gathered around. Then, a flash of light appeared, and Lance Sanx's arm transformed into a massive dragon claw.

And she was lifted into the air by the support of the dragon claw.

"Sizzle!" Just as Lance Sanx was about to swing her claws, the bark beneath her suddenly split open and flew off.

"Bang!" The bark landed beside Lance Sanx's dragon claw and trembled slightly, plunging Lance Sanx into silence.

"Where is your dignity as a member of the Golden Clan?!" Lance Sanx shouted, looking at the golden tree bark radiating golden light beside his dragon claws.

Golden Tree indicated it didn't want to talk, and casually hurled a few more "small dead skins" at Lance Sanx.

These "little dead skins" are insignificant to the current golden tree, but they are a different story for Lance Sands.

"Ah!" Lance Sanks' body was disproportionate to the dragon claws after they were revealed. She was now supporting herself solely on the dragon claws, like walking on stilts, except the stilts were replaced by dragon claws.

Lance Sanx was struck by the bark that sprang from the Golden Tree, lost his balance, and fell straight down after a scream.

"Pah, pah, pah! Little Yellow, not bad, you've grown up and are starting to take revenge on me, huh?" Lance Sanks reverted to human form and jumped out from a huge pile of tree bark. She spat out the wood chips in her mouth and said somewhat angrily.

After saying that, she stomped her foot hard. Unfortunately, Lance Sanx's stomp, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, didn't even leave a footprint on the golden tree.

Just as Lance Sanx was stamping his foot, Ember walked over. He patted Lance Sanx's head lightly and said, "Alright, alright, stop messing with Little Yellow. Now we need to keep it focused!"

"Concentration? This tree really has its own consciousness?" Paimon exclaimed in surprise upon hearing Ember's words.

"Didn't I give you a performance before? How come you forgot so quickly?" Lance Sanx rubbed his head. Could it be that Paimon is really forgetful?

"That's what you call consciousness? I thought it was like a kitten or puppy!" Paimon said, shrugging.

Perhaps in her eyes, what Lance Sanks had shown her before was more like an animal show, except that the performers had changed from animals to plants.

But soon, Paimon regretted her idea. A thin vine had unknowingly wrapped itself around her.

"Ah—" After a scream, Paimon began to move erratically in the air.

"Stop...stop! I'm...I'm sorry!" Paimon flew through the air at a speed she couldn't possibly achieve, and apologies could be heard from time to time.

However, the Golden Tree only shook Paimon for a while before stopping. It wasn't really angry; it was just joking with Paimon.

"Uh... so... so many people." Paimon's eyes turned into mosquito coils, and she was a little dazed, unable to tell who was who.

"Tsk, Lance Sanx has stopped bothering you, so you've started bothering other people again?" Ember said this, but there was no blame in his tone.

Seeing the golden tree so vibrant, Yu Jin felt a surge of joy. It seemed his blood hadn't been wasted.

After speaking, Yu Jin lowered his head. His gaze traveled through the branches and the sky above the golden tree, reaching the raised root system of the golden tree on the ground.

"Look at your roots, they look like a ball of yarn. Listen to me, send your roots down along that white honeysuckle tree!"

Chapter 208 Whispers from Underground

2023-10-03

"Stab! Stab it down hard!"

On one of the branches of the golden tree, Ember passionately directed how the golden tree should take root.

Actually, he was just talking; the specifics of how it works are up to the Golden Tree itself. After all, Ember had never been a tree before, so he didn't know how to grow.

So all he could do was cheer on the golden tree.

About a kilometer below the embers, the earth, which had not been silent for long, began to rumble again.

The enormous golden tree roots that ran through the entire Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain began to wriggle. They had been exposed above the ground, but now they had all burrowed into the earth.

One after another, bottomless craters appeared on the surface of the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, making people worry that this ancient mountain range, which has stood for who knows how long, might collapse.

Fortunately, such worries were unnecessary. The golden tree simply burrows its main root deep into the earth, while its other smaller roots grow in the shallower layers.

If someone were to carve open the Dragon Ridge Snow Mountain, they would find that the mountain's interior is now filled with densely packed tree roots.

The stability of the mountain range is even greater than in the past! At least there is no need to worry about disasters such as landslides happening on Longji Snow Mountain.

What? You're saying that it never rains or landslides on Longji Snow Mountain before? Then it's alright.

The earth continued to rumble, and the entire snow-capped mountain trembled.

The honeysuckle tree also sensed something was wrong. In fact, it had a bad feeling when that enormous "predecessor" grew on the mountaintop.

Unfortunately, it has no legs, so it can't run away even if it wants to.

The honeysuckle tree can only pray silently in its heart, hoping that the huge "predecessor" will not grow its roots on its side. The child is still very young and has not eaten enough.

Unfortunately, the honeysuckle tree's idea was destined to fail, because the tremors of the earth showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, they intensified.

It could even sense something moving beneath the earth.

Then something touched its roots underground. Not just seemed like it, there really was something underground!

"You...you're so white." A voice suddenly rang out from the faint remaining will of the honeysuckle tree, accompanied by endless golden hues.

However, the honeysuckle tree did not react at all. After all, it had just been rescued from the ice by Ying, and its consciousness was limited, so it could not do anything.

“God…God said, take root…take root, follow…follow your roots, take root.” The Golden Tree paid no heed to the Honeysuckle Tree’s silence; its mind was now filled only with the words the embers had spoken on the branches.

The honeysuckle tree suddenly felt as if it were enveloped, with countless roots gradually wrapping around its pale stems and growing downwards along its root system.

"Okay... I'm so full, here you go... you should try some too, eat something." The golden tree suddenly thought of something, and its roots began to burrow into the roots of the honeysuckle tree.

As the roots penetrated, a warm current began to surge from the root system up to the trunk of the honeysuckle tree.

Under this warm current, tiny silvery-white specks began to appear on the few branches of the honeysuckle tree—its new buds.

The honeysuckle tree had a flash of inspiration; its consciousness became more solid and its thoughts clearer than before.

It knows what to do.

The roots of the honeysuckle tree also began to grow under the nourishment of the golden tree. However, unlike the golden tree, the roots of the honeysuckle tree did not grow haphazardly. Instead, they carried the roots of the golden tree and purposefully burrowed into the depths of the earth.

However, limited by the size of the honeysuckle tree and the fact that it had just awakened, its pure white, thin roots struggled to advance underground.

The golden tree naturally noticed this as well, and it began to drive its main root toward the honeysuckle tree.

This time, the roar and tremors weren't unique to the ground. Deep within the earth, these two sounds arrived along with the massive roots of the golden tree.

The enormous tree roots, like a writhing dragon, shredded everything in their path, whether it was rock or mineral.

The honeysuckle tree's pure white and delicate roots were finally able to grow freely deep underground.

And so, the honeysuckle tree guided the way, while the golden tree paved the path. Two very different trees, advancing towards the same goal.

As the depth increased, some strange change seemed to occur underground. This change was reflected in the honeysuckle tree, where its roots began to appear ethereal.

If its roots were previously only slightly whiter than those of ordinary trees, they are now completely unrelated to "tree roots".

The roots of the honeysuckle tree are more accurately described as white streams than tree roots.

A white stream with many branches, exceptionally thin, that can travel underground.

The honeysuckle tree's roots stopped, awaiting the transformation of the golden tree. The journey ahead was beyond the reach of anything tangible.

Unchanging, or rather, stable, is the characteristic of the Golden Tree, a characteristic personally imprinted by the Supreme Will when it was created.

Only perpetual stability can enable the Golden Tree to fulfill its role as a law enforcer.

Now, this characteristic seems to have become an obstacle, an obstacle to going deeper.

However, unlike the usual golden trees, it was watered with the blood of embers.

The Golden Tree only changes its form when the law changes. The law is the embodiment of the world's rules, and the blood of the embers is the pigment sufficient to create the world.

"Boom!" A small flame suddenly appeared in the earth, somewhere between reality and illusion.

The fire brought light and cleansed the form of the golden tree. The flames were small, but they burned very quickly.

Wherever it passed, the golden tree's solid wood roots, which shimmered with a hint of gold, disappeared, replaced by pure gold.

The golden roots, like this space, now exist between reality and illusion.

Upon seeing the honeysuckle tree, the white stream continued to flow deeper into the water.

The golden tree had no idea how long its roots had traveled; the ground beneath it could no longer be called the ground.

There was no soil, no darkness; only a boundless, independent space filled with a pale pinkish-white light. At the same time, the roots encountered no physical resistance as they advanced.

But moving forward here is more difficult than before. Because instead of friction, there is some kind of turbulence.

The golden tree tasted it through its roots; it seemed to be a human memory. It was edible, but God said not to eat it.

So the golden tree released these memories again. The golden light on its surface shone even brighter, and this time the flowing memories could no longer affect it in the slightest.

The roots of the honeysuckle tree vanished the moment they entered this place, leaving only the golden light of the golden tree amidst the pink and white hues.

Not long after continuing deeper into the forest, the Golden Tree saw something appear.

That was also a tree, a large, pure white tree. Perhaps even larger.

The roots of the big tree are also white, and they intertwine and twist, eventually connecting with the pinkish-white space that the golden tree had just passed through.

Strangely, this tree was growing upside down. This caused the roots of the golden tree to touch face-to-face with the roots of the large tree. A very peculiar sight.

But just as the golden tree was wondering, it suddenly sensed an unpleasant aura. This was the taste of the awful food the gods had fed it.

Only then did the Golden Tree discover that beneath the dense roots of the Great White Tree lay a trunk with a blackened center.

Blackness seeped into the tree trunk, its aura wild and chaotic, seemingly intent on eroding the entire tree.