The old figure of the Soul Eater stood on a grassy field, like an old man in his last years, but with a gust of wind blowing his white hair, revealing a pair of cold and ruthless pupils, but it seemed out of place with his surroundings.

He looked coldly at the Heavenly Divine Tree in the center of this world, and after muttering a few words casually, a huge divine thought poured out from his body, like a surging wave, rushing towards the Divine Tree without leaving any room.

The moment the divine thought left the body, the entire small world boiled, and the incredibly huge divine thought, like a dark cloud, covered the entire sky, and the breath released by the divine thought rose into a hurricane, sweeping the entire small world, like a scene of the end of the world.

The spirit beasts and spirit birds living here, where have they seen this kind of scene, they were suddenly frightened by this apocalyptic scene, and hurriedly returned to their lair, hoping that this scene could pass as soon as possible.

With only a trace of spiritual power, they had no idea what was going on, so they could only stay in their respective lairs and pray for the protection of the sacred tree.

As for the cubs, in the face of this sudden monstrous aura, they were even more frightened and did not dare to move, and their whole bodies curled up under the protection of their mothers, and let out a pitiful and helpless chirping.

The dark clouds formed by the divine thoughts spread very quickly, and in less than half an hour, they almost filled the sky, making the entire small world shrouded in thick dark clouds.

Under the sweep of hurricanes and the dark clouds in the sky, this small world like a paradise seems to usher in the day of destruction.

Seeing that his divine thoughts had occupied the entire sky, the Soul Eater stretched out his hands with an indifferent expression, and after pinching out a few hands in succession, there was a rolling thunder in the thick clouds in the air, and a devastating breath came from within the dark clouds.

Those spirit beasts that were already trembling with fright, after feeling this aura of destruction, were even more frightened, and they wanted to dig a hole and get into it.

Only those spirit beasts living around the Divine Tree, under the protection of the Divine Tree, were not affected by this breath, but even so, they who had already opened the slightest trace of their sanity seemed to feel something, raised their heads one by one, and stared at the dark clouds in the air with a confused expression.

The Divine Tree has a spirit, as early as when the Soul Eater had just entered this small world, it faintly felt something, the unimaginably huge tree body, emitting a little fluorescence, forming a green barrier around it to protect those spirit beasts that escaped under it.

For the sacred tree, these little beings born under its tree are like its children, and as a mother, it has to protect these children.

It's a pity that all the guards it raised before have been refined into array spirits by this person in front of them, and they can only communicate with them for a few hours a year, and they can't be allowed to come over to protect the small world at all, so they can only use their own strength to protect these weak children.

In the cold world, there is a magical race, their shape is a big tree, different from other trees, its size is too large, the tree is thousands of feet high, the leaves are as many as stars, it is no exaggeration to say, the body of the tree can accommodate a country.

However, such a huge sacred tree only has a small number of divine stellarities, and other creatures cannot communicate with it except for the creatures born under the tree.

They can't cultivate, they can't transform into shapes, and since the day they were born, they are destined to stay where they are, no matter the vicissitudes of life, the sun and the stars turn upside down, and they can't move half a minute by themselves.

Unless there is a Great Power Realm cultivator, who refines the land on which it is rooted, they can move it.

The names of their races are so ancient that no one knows them, and even the oldest texts do not contain any record of their origins.

The monks in the cold realm only knew that wherever it appeared, no matter how barren the land was, it would turn into a pure land, like a paradise.

Therefore, many monks would call them the Tree of Life, or the Tree of Life.

They have always played the role of mothers in the resource-poor cold world, and at the same time represent hope, and in general, the creatures in the cold world have great reverence for it.

But until one day, for some reason, a big war broke out between the two great powers, once the monks of the great power realm started a war, it can be described as earth-shattering, they fought the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon were gone, I don't know how many territories were broken, and how many living beings were destroyed.

At the end of the battle, the two great powers both hit the real fire, and the only remaining reason in their minds completely disappeared, and one of the great powers directly refined a space, forcibly uprooted a life god tree, and smashed it towards the other power.

Another powerful person is not an idle person, seeing the tree smashing, he instantly burst out with all his strength, and with a punch, the tree of life was interrupted, and with that punch, all the creatures living on the sacred tree were shocked into a blood mist by the aftermath, which can be described as a misery of life.

At the moment when the Tree of Life was interrupted, something fell out of the tree, and it emitted a dazzling light, and the scars caused by the battle between the two great powers were all restored at the moment when the light shone on them.

Seeing this, the two powers stopped fighting and looked at the items that fell out of the sacred tree with curious expressions, but their divine thoughts could not penetrate the light, and they couldn't find out what kind of treasure this thing was.

Just as the two great powers were about to snatch the object, a gap opened in the sky, and a pair of big hands poked out of the crack, and before the two powers could react, they were grabbed by a big hand, like two chicken cubs, and they were caught into the crack in the air and disappeared without resistance.

And the treasure that fell from the sacred tree was also grabbed by another big hand and pulled into the crack together.

In the end, the two big hands were withdrawn, and the space returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened, except for the broken sacred tree on the ground, which proved that what had just happened was true.

From then on, the tree of life could restore the power of the monks, and the news that there was a treasure in the tree spread throughout the cold world, making countless monks rush to it.

Later, several top forces in the cold world came out at the same time to refute the rumors, saying that the treasure in the tree of gods was just a ball of life essence, not a powerful treasure, and it could only be used to heal injuries, and it could not be used to improve cultivation at all, and obtain powerful power for monks.

These top forces spoke out at the same time, and they still had a certain influence, especially after they took out a dead divine tree, took out an object from the tree, and displayed it in front of the public, so that those who tried to break the tree to get treasure in the cold world would never have the idea of breaking the tree to get treasure.