While Fang Senyan and his cohort had earned the title "Master of All They Survey," Space C of the Noah system was remarkably humane, granting the entire Sindorei tribe ample time to relocate. Even for ordinary people, moving is a tremendously complex affair; never mind the furniture or the issue of formaldehyde, merely finding a suitable new location requires meticulous selection.

Moreover, although the areas the Sindorei tribe intended to move to were remote, they theoretically still fell under the domain of sovereign nations. Even with the E.S. Consortium’s immense influence, sorting out these subsequent matters was bound to be difficult and required a significant preparatory operation.

Consequently, through the persistent efforts of the Sindorei tribe, and considering Fang Senyan was now counted among the key figures under Noah Space C, justifying the allocation of preferential resources, the Sindorei tribe was granted a planar teleportation channel leading directly from the City of Dawn to the desolate Tunguska region. Reinforced by the power of the Space, this channel was maintained for a duration of fifteen days!

With this fifteen-day buffer period, the simple Mist-Song maidens hadn't a clue what to do, but as the saying goes, behind every successful woman stands a somewhat unsavory man. With Fang Senyan's meticulous planning, the goal was naturally to maximize the benefits.

Within three days, the Sunstrider tribe dispatched seven exquisitely crafted golden boxes, using the fastest possible means. The jewels adorning these seven boxes, coupled with the Dwarven craftsmanship, were already treasures beyond measure.

These seven boxes were sent respectively to the seven most powerful and renowned Ents known throughout Middle-earth. Mr. Faelar, already a relative of the old Cindaro, was naturally not overlooked. Also included were Mathyowzela, known as the Ice-Snow Coverer—a Bristlecone Pine, famed for being the closest to Yggdrasil—and among them were even three luminaries (or notable trees?) from the Huorn tribe, whose relationship with the Ents had plummeted to freezing point: Treebeard, leader of the Fangorn Forest Ents; Quickbeam; Costa Rica, leader of the Wild Ents; and Mangle-Root, the third son of the Huorns; and Tubby.

Treebeard had seen the most of the world and interacted with outsiders the most. Thus, despite harboring intense indignation, he used his large, coarse fingers to open the golden box… and then stood frozen on the spot, as if the winds circling and crossing around him were also whining with internal conflict.

However, when dawn broke and the first ray of sunlight touched the clearing, Mr. Treebeard had vanished. He left behind only two deep impressions in the earth and a single yellow leaf. The Ents who arrived upon hearing the news frantically tore open this leaf, and Treebeard’s heavy, guilt-laden sigh immediately echoed through the wind: "I am stained… Greed and desire have consumed my heart. I am no longer fit to lead."

This utterance echoed repeatedly in the wind, traversing Fangorn Forest… Costa Rica, Mangle-Root, and Tubby, upon hearing the news, were simultaneously stunned. This was because they had treated the golden boxes sent by the Sunstrider tribe with disdain; Mangle-Root and Tubby had even stomped one box flat and tossed it into the refuse heap….

Therefore, after much hesitation, Mangle-Root and Tubby went rummaging in the trash heap. Costa Rica and Quickbeam, however, picked up their respective golden boxes once more. They might not have taken the Sunstrider tribe seriously, but they could not ignore Treebeard’s reaction!

These two powerful Ents were also struck dumb upon opening their golden boxes. After a moment, the temperamental Mangle-Root roared loudly, his voice tearing through the autumn leaves and branches like a fierce, sudden gust of cold wind.

"How is this possible! This… This is impossible!!!"

Mangle-Root hurled the open golden box away again. It slammed heavily against the hard wooden wall nearby. The gold exterior, already battered, finally shattered. The exquisite craftsmanship meant the box’s resilience dropped exponentially, sending several shards of fractured emeralds and rubies scattering wildly!

From the cracks of the broken golden box, a small handful of grey-black soil trickled out. Mangle-Root fell silent for a long moment, then sighed mournfully before kneeling on the ground. He laboriously picked up the soil with his massive fingers, brought it to his mouth, and began chewing slowly, cherishing it as if it were the last morsel of his final meal.

Yes, the Mist-Song maiden—or rather, the seven golden boxes Fang Senyan had commissioned the Sunstriders to create—were all filled with soil! Soil excavated from the most severely leaked areas of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant!

This soil, of course, inevitably carried nuclear radiation, but it was merely the vessel; it served only to allow the recipient of the box to genuinely feel the "Holy Energy" contained within!

These seven golden boxes were nothing more than seven enticing lures, perhaps even sent to those like Mangle-Root precisely because they would refuse, intending to use their influence to draw out even more powerful, hidden Ents!

For example, the box Mangle-Root discarded was specially collected by a centaur-like half-orc and presented before a colossal cliff face, jagged and riddled with fissures.

The bearer of the box knelt in deep homage, then drew a dagger and slit the wrist of a nearby slave, allowing blood to stream profusely into the rock's cracks. As the wound clotted, he would strike again. When one slave died from blood loss, another was brought forward!

Only after the eighth slave had bled to death did a roar, like an earthquake, emanate from within the cliff. Then, as if struck by heavy artillery, earth and stone flew outwards, and several tons of massive boulders rolled down. Suddenly, a giant root shot out, and a deafening echo resonated from the depths of the mountain!

"Who dares disturb the long slumber of the great Dark Ent!"

The half-orc knelt prostrate on the ground: "My Lord! A legendary place of miracle has appeared, and this opportunity is fleeting. That is why I dared to risk waking you from your slumber."

"A place of miracle!!" The voice from the deep mountain grew more intense, and the fissures on the mountain’s surface widened terrifyingly! It seemed imminent collapse could occur at any moment: "Has the World Tree Noddrasil begun to wither? Is that why that place is being yielded?"

"No, my Lord," the half-orc’s voice trembled like a candle in the wind, but a colossal root tore through the rock and lashed out fiercely. He raised his hands high, clutching the battered golden box, the half-orc cowering as if a prisoner of fate, yet shouting loudly!

"My Lord, I have proof! Even Mangle-Root, despite his bitter enmity with those elves, could not resist the temptation within this box, crawling on the ground like a dog to consume the soil!"

The giant root suddenly lifted, swept up the corpse of a slave, and retracted back into the mountain's core, followed by the sound of chewing. Moments later, a tendril resembling ivy extended from the depths, coiling around the golden box and drawing it inside.

After several seconds of silence, a voice shrieked from the mountain's core: "This is absolutely not proof of any so-called place of miracle!!"

Hearing this, the half-orc’s heart instantly chilled, knowing his life was forfeit. But the following sentence lifted him instantly from hell to heaven!

"Even the soil from a place of miracle could not possibly harbor such refined magical energy!"

As this voice roared, the entire cliff face began an astonishing collapse, as if struck by a magnitude twenty earthquake! This Dark Ent, named Arian, who had narrowly lost a contest to Treebeard millennia ago and had since lain hidden, was now stirred by this small box!

On the sixth day after sending out the seven golden invitations, only two of the seven invited Ents had arrived!

However, five Ents who had not been invited came in droves! Even more terrifyingly, two of these Ents had forcefully seized the golden summonses they held! The corpses of Costa Rica and Quickbeam were currently rotting in the fierce current of the River Anduin.

The Dark Ent Arian's name was clearly not just for show.

This was the very ground Fang Senyan reveled in scheming upon. Less than twenty grams of Earth soil, and seven golden boxes that the Dwarves could craft in just an hour, were enough in a few short days to shake Middle-earth! In such a transparent, overt strategy, he managed to effortlessly manipulate these legendary beings—beings who could crush him with a single finger—with the utmost ease!!!

This feeling... was truly excellent.

By the last day before the spatial channel was due to close, powerful Ents from across Middle-earth had gathered at the City of Dawn—fourteen in total! The Elves, having moved past their initial surprise and excitement, grew composed. They provided each Ent with one kilogram of Chernobyl soil daily, no more, and allowed them to observe the evolving state of the Cindaro, which was enough to placate them.

After the Ents' aggressive spirit had been sufficiently tempered—mainly through their own fierce clashes and conflicts—the Sindorei Elves, following Fang Senyan’s directive, finally presented their terms.

Those terms were akin to indentures, or perhaps not much different from the humiliating treaties signed by the late Qing government, perhaps even more stringent.

Upon hearing the conditions, the Ents roared with even greater fury. They were accustomed to being venerated as ancestors; who dared to speak so insolently at this moment? Yet, even such a treaty was a limited edition! Only three would be allowed to sign!