That was the brutal reality, the harsh decree of fate. At least, that was the case for those Treants who had already ascended to legendary status.

The reason only three slots were allocated was due to inherent limitations within the Sindorei tribe; spatial rules prevented them from bringing more powerhouses into the alternate plane. By the established regulations, considering the immense combat prowess of the Treants, bringing in even one old Sindar should have been the absolute maximum.

Fortunately, while Treants were devastating war entities, they could also serve as dwellings for the Elves. Thus, it was deemed reasonable for the Sindorei tribe to transport their private villas, complete with land use and ownership deeds. However, there were limits to exploiting loopholes, and securing three slots was largely attributed to Fang Senyan’s considerable influence.

Although being scrutinized and selected like mere commodities was extremely irritating, only five Treants departed with their heads held high in pride. However, the remaining nine, though determined to secure a spot, formed a temporary alliance, adamantly refusing to concede.

Regrettably, Fang Senyan had foreseen this exact scenario. Thus, when Mr. Farel, whose selection was already predetermined, sauntered forth, tore up the previously established offensive-defensive pact, and shamelessly trampled it beneath his rootlets while claiming one slot, all schemes and machinations were instantly shattered.

Contending for the remaining two slots, the eight remaining Treants had to cast aside all prior agreements. Among them, three Treants recognized their insufficient strength, or perhaps could not accept the excessively harsh conditions, and withdrew. But the remaining five high-tier legendary Treants were unwilling to let go, regardless of how severe the terms became.

Because time is the most unforgiving thing in this world! Even though the lifespan of a Treant surpasses that of an Elf tenfold, it still has an eventual end. If they failed to become a World Tree, they could never enter that magical realm, and their lifespan could not be renewed.

During the long ages preceding this, these five Treants had traversed almost the entire Middle-earth continent, hoping to discover another Sacred Land, but they ultimately ended in disappointment. They had even attempted to challenge the majesty of the World Tree, but the combination of the World Tree and the Elves was so overwhelmingly powerful that it drove them to despair.

The crucial point was that the magical energy of a Sacred Land could only sustain a single World Tree. This forced the Treants into solitary struggles, preventing them from uniting to challenge the World Tree’s authority.

In the end, the entire Sindorei tribe settled in with a full four immensely powerful, high-level legendary Treants. If these four legendary Treants stood united, forget about a Treant Elder—even the World Tree itself would have a genuine fight on its hands.

Looking at the long-term planning, even with terrible luck, at least one of the four legendary Treants in the Sindorei tribe was bound to advance to become a World Tree. Considering the origins of the current World Tree, Teldrassil, its pedigree was far less robust and its racial nobility inferior to these four veterans! A more normal estimation suggested that within a century, the Sindorei tribe would possess at least three World Trees. What kind of concept was that?

The divine kingdom constructed using three World Trees would, first, possess an astonishing capacity for housing its citizens. More importantly, when citizens died, they would have two methods of rebirth: the lower-grade ones would directly use reincarnation through seizing a new body, while the higher-grade ones would condense their forms directly around the World Tree.

Both methods of escaping death were intrinsically linked to the power of the World Tree. To speak in terms of quantifiable data, the rate of rebirth for members of the Sindorei tribe after death would be 300 times that of the Middle-earth Elves!

Next, it was naturally necessary to settle the ownership disputes over the Tunguska region and the Chernobyl region back on Earth. The best approach was for the E.S. Consortium to fund some sort of project. The Tunguska region was relatively manageable; the financially strained government was happy to earn some extra cash as long as forest resources were protected, but they were hesitant about the strict lockdown system demanded by the E.S. Consortium and kept delaying their approval.

As for Chernobyl, it was only 120 kilometers from the Ukrainian capital. Drawing up a strictly sealed zone for a foreign company in such a location presented certain concerns. However, this was where the Sindorei Elves stepped in. These Elves were masters of enchantment, and every single one was a striking beauty. Coupled with the financial might of the E.S. Consortium, their efforts were virtually unstoppable.

Once this series of cleanups was complete, Fang Senyan finally received another piece of excellent news: Three- had finally mastered a Fate ability. But strangely, the name of the ability Three- acquired possessed a unique designation: "The Butterfly Effect."

However, according to Three-’s account, there were indeed times when such phenomena occurred: skills learned by the chosen ones underwent unforeseen mutations. Whether this mutation was good or bad was extremely difficult to ascertain. The price Three- paid to master this ability was immense, practically exhausting all his Universal Points and Merit Points.

In addition, on the Imperial side, Fang Senyan spared no expense in orchestrating his promotion to Major General. He tossed out his Thian Element Bar without hesitation, and finally secured concrete confirmation: he had engaged in fierce combat with the rebels in the Orion Nebula, taking down seven of their star cruisers, thus achieving outstanding military merit and fulfilling the prerequisite for promotion. The process was now officially underway.

Although Fang Senyan himself had no recollection of ever visiting the Orion Nebula or destroying seven enemy star cruisers, the merit record stated it clearly, so Fang Senyan naturally wouldn't object. This was a clear demonstration of Prince Pompalo’s absolute authority and his rapidly expanding power.

However, Prince Pompalo was still a prince, not the Great Emperor.

Thus, even though Fang Senyan’s case was in the procedural stage, Pompalo could do nothing further. If Prince Pompalo interfered, it might even backfire. The greater Pompalo’s power, the more enemies he made, and the more people would surface to check Fang Senyan’s progress.

Fortunately, the report concerning Fang Senyan’s matter was flagged with an "Urgent" marker and further marked with a "Special" indicator. Therefore, even following standard procedures, it was certain to be finalized quickly. And a critical point: once confirmed, Fang Senyan would be fine even if he was currently engaged in a Nightmare Space battlefield; he could immediately enjoy the benefits of the promotion.

Thinking of this, Fang Senyan couldn't help but take out the Blood-Soaked Major General Armor, stroking the light emanating from it, his eyes distant and deeply thoughtful.

Fang Senyan also had moments of uncertainty.

The Blood Battlefield, a high-intensity Blood Battlefield!!

Anyone who dared to underestimate this matter would likely be obliterated without even bone dust remaining! Especially fighting overwhelming odds!

Therefore, if he could don the Blood-Soaked Major General Armor even a little sooner… Fang Senyan was truly coveting the powerful escape capability of the "Unmatched" ability.

Just then, Reef suddenly walked in from outside, his brow appearing somewhat relaxed: "Do you know who just came to see me?"

Fang Senyan narrowed his eyes: "Came to see you instead of me? That’s rare. It seems this fellow is quite aware of the dynamics between us, has some friction with me, but is familiar with you. Aldaris, that bastard, must have caught wind of something."

Reef nodded: "Yes, Boss. What do you think?"

Fang Senyan laughed heartily: "He wants to join? Why not."

Fang Senyan was currently short-handed, and he knew Aldaris inside and out. If this guy sensed the shifting tides and wanted to join, it was a perfect match. Fang Senyan certainly wasn't so narrow-minded as to refuse.

Suddenly, a flash lit up on the table where the two sat facing each other, and an invitation card materialized. Fang Senyan waved his hand, and the contents were immediately displayed: "C4 Area, Number Fourteen."

Zone C was the rest area within the Space, Area 4 was the VIP section, and Number Fourteen was the room number. Reef also chuckled upon seeing the invitation: "It seems this upcoming battle has put immense pressure on everyone. Some restless people are still coming to look for you."

Fang Senyan looked at the invitation, hesitated for a moment: "I wonder who it is?"

Several names flashed through his mind, but he quickly dismissed them. Since Fang Senyan and his group’s strength had skyrocketed, Space Noah C rarely pitted him against individuals belonging to the same Space during his Nightmare world trials anymore.

Reef hesitated for a moment: "I suspect it's the leaders of other teams coming to discuss cooperation."

Fang Senyan nodded noncommittally, then slowly said: "Are you interested in accompanying me to meet this fellow?"

Reef immediately became interested: "Sounds good."

In another identical team reception room, the setting was arranged much like a medieval noble's receiving hall: a wide fireplace, glossy pelts of wild beasts spread on the floor instead of a carpet, and, most conspicuously, a wall covered entirely in skulls!!

These skulls belonged to Xenomorphs, Predators, Zerg, Elves, and even the metallic heads of Robots… all testifying to the owner's glorious military achievements.

The seating in the reception room was also extremely rugged, consisting of rough-cut wooden stools, clearly chopped directly from large trees with the bark still intact, the growth rings clearly visible. A wild boar sizzled and dripped fat onto the flames in the fireplace.

"Although we had a numerical advantage in this battle, Space C managed to recruit and bribe several powerful MTs—one who can control gravity, and a freak who can chew and consume equipment. If we are careless, losing is not unexpected."

The speaker was a man built as powerfully as a bear, and atop his head sat the pale skull of a bear!