Today marks the second update! The third is being revised, and the fourth is being worked on arduously. "Let's head back first. Alas," Miao Huanyu sighed with resignation. "Another wasted effort. We'll have to wait at least another hundred years..."

"No! I'm not going back! I'll wait right here," Miao Miaomiao shook her head stubbornly. She stared devotedly at the spot where the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree had been, her eyes glistening with unshed tears...

"Silly girl, how do you know where Jun Ye will emerge? The appearance of the Sacred Tree is always erratic and unpredictable! Furthermore, the concept of time for the Sacred Tree Lord differs from ours." Miao Huanyu left the last half of his sentence unspoken: How do you know he will definitely come out? What if he can never emerge again, and you end up waiting here for a lifetime?

"I don't care. I'm waiting right here! I'll wait a hundred years, a thousand years, I don't care! If I can't wait for him to return, I'll die here!" Miao Miaomiao insisted, her expression resolute, not the slightest tremor in her gaze.

Miao Huanyu let out another helpless sigh...

Inside the Sacred Tree.

Jun Moye felt his vision suddenly black out, then immediately brighten, and his entire being had shifted, finding himself within the body of the tree.

Here, it was an even more bizarre space...

The air was thick with swirling mist, faintly emitting a seven-hued shimmer, and a hazy fragrance drifted over. Beneath him was ground that appeared exceptionally flat yet bore no discernible color, and numerous thin, root-like things drifted back and forth nearby...

Jun Moye smiled and settled down calmly.

He hadn't guessed wrong; the Wood Element was indeed a presence welcomed by every plant on earth, or perhaps it wasn't welcome so much as actively drawn in, rushing forward eagerly!

The recent actions by the young master Jun to provoke the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree were, in the final analysis, merely a method to distract attention.

The moment the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree first manifested, Jun Moye had already activated the Wood Element, letting a sliver leak from his palm. That was why the Sacred Tree had begun to tremble then, and so violently...

That was the Sacred Tree's inexplicable joy upon sensing the Wood Element, not the pleasure Miao Huanyu mistakenly believed the tree felt from being flattered...

Next, Jun Moye sent a thought transmission through his divine sense: Do you desire this thing? If you are interested, let's converse privately?

Since this tree could control its divine sense and imitate human voices, it could naturally understand human speech. Jun Moye was entirely certain the recipient would receive his transmission and comprehend his meaning.

Then came Jun Moye intentionally speaking extravagantly to infuriate it, and the Sacred Tree Lord naturally captured this fellow...

Otherwise, given the peculiar temperament of the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree, how could it have so easily spared Miao Huanyu and the other after becoming enraged? Would it not have simply driven them away?

Just as Jun Moye sat down, he felt the space shake inexplicably, and then a vague figure slowly coalesced from the haze, eventually forming a human-like visage before the young master.

It was a rather strange human face, covered entirely in tree roots, resembling an old man heavily bearded...

After witnessing that supremely divine and mysterious energy, the Sacred Tree Lord impatiently entered.

"Mortal junior, what do you wish to discuss with this Lord?" The Sacred Tree Lord assumed a lofty, condescending posture.

"We can discuss that later. First, bring me a chair," Jun Moye scoffed, curling his lip. With your lousy attitude, why the hell would this young master bother talking to you!

"A chair? What is a chair?" The root-covered face of the Sacred Tree Lord displayed confusion.

"A chair is... well, haven't you ever seen a chair?" Jun Moye widened his eyes.

The look in the Sacred Tree Lord's eyes grew more bewildered...

"Then just give me a place to sit. Don't you think we are too far apart? You are so tall, and speaking while looking up is exhausting. We can't converse comfortably, so perhaps there's no need to talk," Jun Moye tilted his head back.

"Oh." The Sacred Tree Lord blinked, and suddenly a hand materialized from thin air, which promptly plucked out one of its own eyeballs and tossed it down. With a thud, the eyeball transformed mid-air into a wooden stump: "Will this do?"

With a swoosh, the hand covered in fine roots vanished again. "This works too?"

Young Master Jun was genuinely shocked. Watching the eye socket gradually turn vague before a new eyeball reappeared, he couldn't help but be filled with awe! Damn, this is too fierce. As expected of an ancient monster millennia old, he certainly has some tricks up his sleeve. However, looking at the wooden stump before him, the young master felt a little uneasy: If I sit down here, I'll be sitting on an eyeball... That's too unsettling for the stomach... But after a moment's thought, he plopped down anyway. So what if I sit on your eyeball, huh?

The moment he sat, the tree stump that was once the eyeball suddenly shot up rapidly, lifting Young Master Jun high into the air, face-to-face with the visage.

"Is this acceptable now? Equal communication? Is it comfortable?" The Sacred Tree Lord asked with smug pride. The implication was clear: What do you think, mortal junior, daring to play hard to get with this Sacred Tree Lord? Have you seen the methods of this Sacred Tree Lord?

"It's acceptable, passably so," Jun Moye rolled his eyelids. No matter how powerful you are, your eyeball is currently pinned beneath my backside.

Thinking this, Young Master Jun suddenly recalled a folk saying: Bending one's rear to look at the sky means one is sightless! But now that this young master is sitting on an eyeball... doesn't that mean one possesses both sight and an eye?

"That strange energy of yours... show it to me closely," the Sacred Tree Lord commanded imperiously. Although it appeared intensely eager, it still maintained a haughty front, giving the impression that viewing his item was a favor bestowed upon Jun Moye, who ought to be grateful. Since entering this space, the Sacred Tree Lord had begun speaking like a normal person, unlike before when it communicated directly via spiritual power—it seemed only in this space was he truly omnipotent...

"I can," With Jun Moye's intellect, how could he not understand the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree's petty mindset? But it wouldn't hurt to show it a bit more. The more urgent you are now, the easier it will be to negotiate later. This young master will simply let you be a bit more desperate. Negotiating with this young master, and you still dream of taking the initiative? Still dreaming of maintaining that superior, high-and-mighty posture of the Sacred Tree Lord? Dream on...

Under the gaze of those eager eyes, the young master extended his right hand and shouted fiercely: "Power of Ten Thousand Trees Growing!"

It was originally the Wood Element, but this time, the young master deliberately yelled it out loudly, adding a few extra bombastic words to the title! But simply because of those extra words, this name alone caused the eyeballs of the Sacred Tree Lord to widen a bit more!

The young master had long since seen that the entity before him possessed an extremely deep foundation, reaching a terrifying level, but when it came to intellect, it wasn't much better than a child. This creature had been trapped here for over ten thousand years with no one to talk to; how intelligent could it be?

Simply put, this was a child possessing absolute foundational power. If there were no constraints, everything would follow its lead. If it was appeased, it might give away things it didn't value, perhaps even something exceptionally good. The Illusionary Mansion had employed exactly this method!

However, this approach was too passive and utterly unsuitable for Young Master Jun. Jun Moye possessed something the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree coveted enough to flock to—the Wood Element. It was like tempting that child with the most delicious candy; if the child wanted the candy, it had to pay a considerable price. Thus, the dynamic was completely reversed!

As for why the extra flair was added? He worried that simply shouting 'Wood Element' might not be understood by this entity, which clearly had a childlike mind. After all, the more imposing the name, the greater the shock effect on a child...

Under the scrutiny of those wide eyes, a ball of tender green light began to condense in the palm of the young master. This supremely pure Primal Yi Wood Power started to expand within the confined space...

It expanded, but absolutely none of it leaked out. That is, if one were only looking or admiring, there would be no problem at all. As for "savoring" it? Sorry, absolutely impossible—not even a hint of the scent could be perceived...

As the young master's cultivation advanced, his current control over the Primal Five Elements had become precise to a terrifying degree!

The eyeballs of the Seven-Colored Sacred Tree Lord were wide open, its gaze fixed on the cluster of green light with extreme greed, never moving. As the green light, which seemed imbued with the spirit of life, gradually grew larger, the Sacred Tree Lord's eyeballs protruded more and more...

Eventually, the green sphere grew to about the size of a standard football, and the Sacred Tree Lord’s football-sized eyeballs appeared to have completely popped out of their sockets!

It looked as if two massive eyeballs were suspended in mid-air...

The face of the Sacred Tree Lord was left with nothing but infinite intoxication. It instinctively stretched out a tendril and carefully stroked the green sphere...

This was the power of growth it had sought for countless eons, the power it dreamed of! My heaven, my earth, my god...

"Just this one green light sphere, if I consume it, I can increase my growth potential by at least ten thousand years..."

Then I can...

"Ah! This is true bliss!"

Saliva streamed from the gaping mouth of the Sacred Tree Lord, hanging down to the ground, glistening brightly...

Young Master Jun's world view expanded once more: The ancients spoke of 'drooling three feet'—I always thought that was exaggeration! But seeing this entity before me, I understand now; it was absolutely no exaggeration. This is not just three feet? It looks like over thirty feet... and it isn't even breaking!

Suddenly, the drooling, greedy mouth shot forward, its neck extending, intending to swallow the green sphere in one gulp...

Jun Moye flicked his wrist, and the green sphere vanished with a swoosh.

You want to pull a sneak attack on me, little brat? I'm the ancestor of ambush tactics!