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The Grand Elder slowly lowered his wooden staff. The three clan leaders also simultaneously retrieved their respective ritual implements.

The four of them looked slightly pale—clearly, the guidance they had just given had taken a toll on their energy. But their eyes were filled with relief and satisfaction.

The Grand Elder turned around and faced the crowd.

The sacred tree emitted a soft green halo behind him, like a huge light curtain, making the old man's figure appear exceptionally solemn.

He took a deep breath, and then—

That aged yet resonant voice once again echoed throughout the entire square.

"Everyone—"

Close your eyes.

"Let's make a wish!"

The moment the words fell, the light from the divine tree suddenly spread outwards.

The light seemed to come alive, transforming into countless tiny specks of light from the treetops, fluttering down in a gentle cascade. They were as soft as spring petals, silently landing on everyone's shoulders, hair, and palms.

Mo Fan felt a warm power, like an invisible hand, gently covering his body.

He closed his eyes.

In the darkness, a strange sensation surfaced deep within my consciousness.

The perception was very clear—it was as if something was telling him: how much energy you possess, how many great desires you can have.

The Grand Elder is right.

At this point, it is indeed possible to sense it naturally.

Mo Fan could sense that his own energy—the power condensed from the points accumulated by the grass-green wooden egg—was quietly residing in his consciousness, waiting to be used.

It's not small.

Among all the players, he used the most points to create Easter eggs. This energy was heavy, like a deep well containing abundant possibilities.

Chapter 240: The Trip to Pandonog Ends

What kind of wish should I make?

Mo Fan asked himself this question.

In the darkness, the energy from the Easter egg lay dormant deep within his consciousness, like a silent pool, waiting for him to throw in the pebble called "wish".

But his deepest desire was actually very simple.

—Become stronger.

From the day the Kingdom of Locke descended into reality, from the moment he first experienced danger, Mo Fan knew clearly what he wanted.

It's not for any grand goal, nor for standing at any peak.

I just want to protect myself.

Protect the people around you.

Zhao Mingyuan, Feng Ling'er, Zhuang Xiao, Murong Jiao, Murong Sha, Fang Xu... and everyone who might appear beside him in the future.

The world has changed. Danger lurks everywhere, and the unknown is ever-present. Without sufficient strength, those precious things can slip through your fingers at any moment.

Therefore, become stronger.

This is Mo Fan's wish.

"So, how do I become stronger?"

Mo Fan continued to ponder in his mind.

For trainers, the key to becoming stronger is always their pet.

Fire Dragon, Oasis Mammoth, Popola, Fire-Eyed Lizard.

The four pets each have their own strengths.

If you distribute the energy of your wish among four pets, the boost each pet receives will be diluted. It's like pouring a bowl of water into four cups, leaving only a shallow layer in each cup.

not enough.

In Mo Fan's opinion, it would be better to concentrate resources on one or two pets.

So, who should it be given to?

Mo Fan's thoughts drifted back to his experiences in Pandonog during this period.

Without a doubt, the ones who contributed the most were Popora and the Fire-Eyed Lizard, after all, they were the ones who worked hard every day to cut down trees and irrigate the farmland.

"Never mind."

Mo Fan sighed softly in his heart, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"This wish will be granted to the two of you."

Immediately afterwards, he silently gathered his thoughts and slowly sketched out that wish into shape.

"The sacred tree—"

"I hope that the affinity between my pet Bobora and the Fire-Eyed Lizard can be increased."

Levels are something that will naturally increase over time with the accumulation of experience. It's a matter of course.

However, their affinity levels differ.

Attribute affinity represents the degree of compatibility between a pet and its own attributes—the higher the affinity, the more precise the pet's control over its own attribute energy, and the stronger the power of its skills.

And this thing, unless it encounters special materials or opportunities, is almost impossible to improve on its own.

Therefore, Mo Fan unhesitatingly concentrated all his wish energy on this point.

The moment a wish takes shape—

Mo Fan felt that the calm "deep pool" deep in his consciousness suddenly stirred.

The energy receded from consciousness like the tide, and in its place, a warm and enduring power surged from somewhere within the body, flowing in two directions along the invisible connection between the pet and the body.

A stream flowed towards Bora.

A stream flowed toward the fiery-eyed lizard.

It was a strange feeling. It was as if something was being broadened and deepened in that connection. It wasn't the pets themselves that were changing, but rather the "pathway" between them and their own attributes was being quietly shaped and expanded by some force.

The process was short.

When that energy completely dissipated, everything returned to calm.

Mo Fan could vaguely sense that his wish had been fulfilled.

As for the specific improvement, you'll find out by checking the panel after you leave this place.

......

At the same time.

The other people in the square were also immersed in making their own wishes.

Niu Kuang closed his eyes tightly, a rare serious expression appearing on his scarred face. Given his personality, his wishes were usually simple and direct—either to make his pet stronger, or to make himself more ferocious.

Tie Dan stood beside Niu Kuang, his shiny forehead reflecting the green light cast by the divine tree, his lips moving silently as if he were reciting some devout prayer in his heart.

Er Mao kept his eyes closed, expressionless, and no one knew what he had wished for. But given his perpetually Buddhist demeanor, he might have wished for "not to hang out with Niu Kuang in my next life."

Song Chen's expression remained calm, his eyelids lowered, revealing no emotion. Lin Sen stood half a step behind him, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting shards of light in the sunlight.

Murong Jiao kept her almond-shaped eyes tightly closed, her hands clasped in front of her as if she were making a solemn prayer. Her yellow twin ponytails swayed gently in the scattered light from the sacred tree.

Murong Sha stood quietly in place, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her breathing steady.

Fang Xu clenched his fists, his expression extremely serious.

At this moment, everyone—all of them—condensed their expectations, desires, and determination into a single wish.

Those wishes transformed into beams of light invisible to the naked eye, separating from the halo emanating from the divine tree and silently merging into each person's body.

warmth.

soft.

It felt like I was being gently embraced by some force for a moment.

Then, everything calmed down.

......

Before anyone could open their eyes...

The Grand Elder's voice rang out once again in the square.

This time, the aged voice contained a softness that Mo Fan had never heard before.

"Warriors from afar."

The elder spoke slowly and clearly, each word like a final farewell.

"It's a pleasure... that you could come to Pandonog this time."

He paused.

"You have left your mark here. The sweat in the mines, the laughter in the market, the smoke from the barbecue... these will all become memories of us in Pandonog."

The old man's voice deepened slightly.

"Originally, I wanted to hold a grand farewell ceremony for you."

"but--"

He sighed.

"If we want to teleport you away from Pandonog, we must use the energy of the Divine Tree at this moment. After the sacrifice, the Divine Tree's power is at its peak. If we miss this opportunity... we will be unable to send you out."

"so."

The elder's voice softened, carrying a hint of apology.

"Please forgive us... for not being able to hold a proper farewell ceremony for you."