Although somewhat abstract, the roots of the Holy Tree indeed do not lie beneath the earth but extend deep into the Earth Sea.
Regarding that Earth Sea Layer, akin to subspace, even the Barbarian Race knows little about it.
Only a very few, like Granny Anya, who can gain the favor of the Holy Tree, can follow those golden roots down to the middle layer, and take a brief glance at that world.
Therefore, no one yet understands how Li was instantly stabbed from the south to the west.
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Holy Tree, inside that tree house-like prayer room.
Granny Anya sat back down on the wicker chair, whether relieved or resigned, she closed her eyes and quietly accepted Sister Wang's treatment.
Currently preparing Zhang Ze's descent ritual is Miss Di Zhuomala.
The paint, mixed from spices and blood, after being refined, presents a faint silvery hue. With Di Zhuomala's drawing and worship, the Holy Tree instinctively responded to her.
