【Prophet, We Want to See You】

In the haze of a light dream, Ian heard the voice.

He was keenly aware that the other party was indeed the spirit of the sea of trees that only gave oracles to the "chosen one" in the legend of the Sequoia natives.

Why was he chosen? Why was he, a white folk exiled to the South Ridge, being concerned by the sacrificial spirits of the redwood natives?

And listening to this voice, it seems that he is very familiar with him, and even knows the identity of Ian Prophet.

It was really interesting – Ian happily agreed, of course, and set off early in the morning to the sea of redwoods west of Port Harrison.

Although the Redwoods have been ambushed by Port Harrison, and the chiefs of the major tribes have sworn allegiance to Viscount Grant, the Great Redwoods are not completely occupied by the Imperials...... Rather, this pristine forest has contained everyone in it from the very beginning.

Did the Imperial people who inhabited the South Ridge conquer the land, or were they tamed by the land and became the new 'Redwood Natives'?

It's a hard thing to explain.

After all, even the self-proclaimed 'conquerors of all the earth's empires, when talking about the spirits of the sea of trees, would subconsciously use honorifics, rather than arrogantly treating these behemoths as their prey, as they did with the spirits of the tides and the spirits of the mountains.

Because they know it well...... Every grain he cultivates, every bit of vegetables and fruits he gets, and the herbs and sublimation plants he collects, are all gifts from the spirit of the sea of trees.

The sea of trees in the Great Sequoia Forest is with all the people who live on this land.

Therefore, Ian, who came to the sea of trees, did not aimlessly look for the existence of the spirit of the sea of trees, but patiently stood under the tall redwood trees, waiting for the other party to give him 'guidance'.

Moments later, a breeze stirred up the white mist, blowing leaves into Ian's eyes.

And Ian walked in the direction of the falling leaves.

The morning sun shone on the dense canopy branches of the dense forest, and the outside world was already bright, but the forest was still as dark as night, and the white-haired boy wore a waterproof cloak, and walked naturally on the pile of rotten leaves that only wild beasts would tread, and into the depths of the forest, which the natives would not go to at will.

In front of the boy, a few leaves that swirled forward in the breeze did not fall, and they were the guides of the spirit of the sea of trees.

Soon, after a long walk, Ian came to a small hill surrounded by forests.

Hunters who frequent the forest know that there are likely to be burrowing bears or beast dens around this area, and the redwood natives like to build this mountain pack as the nucleus of their tribe.

The mountain bag in front of him should have been the residence of a tribe in the past, and the reason why it is said is that they are now ruins, and Ian can see the fragments of the wreckage of a temple similar to a temple on the mountain bag, it is made of large rocks that are very rare in the sea of trees, and although half of the arch has collapsed, the remaining half is still towering and sacred.

It is said to be a ruin, but in fact it is a barren place, and there is nothing here except rocks, and no matter how greedy adventurers come here, they can't find a jar to kick here, so they can only leave in a huff.

But Ian is not a greedy adventurer.

He is a prophet of greed.

He didn't need to kick the jar at all, the treasure chest with the treasure would automatically appear in front of him!

So, the moment he arrived here, he raised his eyebrows, and said in some surprise, "It's actually here—"

And as the words fell, only half of the arches remained, and on the low mountain pack, the dense forest and shrubs were opened by a pair of invisible hands.

A portal with obvious artificial traces deep into the ground appeared in front of the boy's eyes.

[——This is it]

Ian now heard the voice of the 'sea of trees, "We who exist in this land are now waiting for you under this hub]

"It's a hurry

I didn't bring a gift, so don't think I'm presumptuous."

Ian strode into it.

He was certainly not afraid.

Not to mention that he has the strength to fight with the third energy level by using the ancient dragon heart core and essentia furnace heart, his hole cards also have the Dead Monarch, the double sublimation system, and the alchemy potion, as well as the alchemy bomb that he carries with him enough to blow up a hole in this small mountain bag......

Not to mention the early warning means of saying hello early and calling for Birch and Viscount Grant to come over if something goes wrong.

As long as he goes out, Ian will always be prepared with the utmost care to ensure that nothing goes wrong!

Not to mention, he could hear that Jukai was looking for himself, full of kindness.

It's just that Ian doesn't know where this kindness comes from.

The inner side of the mountain pack is not soil, only the outermost layer is a raised layer of soil, and the closer you get to the inside, the more strange and hollow structure it resembles the roots of petrified trees.

Obviously, this mountain pack is not a natural formation, but a hollow in the ground that has been built by the roots of some strange plant, which should be the 'hub' in the mouth of the tree sea.

And the closer you get to the inside, the brighter the light becomes.

Soon, Ian felt a sudden dawn in front of him, and the path that went straight into the cavity of the mountain bag disappeared with a single step.

What appeared before the boy's eyes was an open ground made of a large number of emerald green roots like vines, and a semicircular dome of petrified roots overhead.

And in the center of the ground, there is a depression like a small amber, that is the source of light, crystal clear, giving people a sense of sacredness in the lake water with a strong sense of life, it seems to breathe, gathering the power of all the roots in the entire underground cavity, condensed in its own body.

There is no doubt that what appeared in front of Ian's eyes was the 'Sacred Spring of the Sea of Trees' in the legend of the indigenous redwoods, a fountain of life that could heal all injuries.

"Interesting."

But Ian only glanced at the Sacred Spring of the Sea of Trees, and then turned his attention to the entire underground space.

The Sacred Spring of the Sea of Trees is indeed cherished, and the concentration and purity of the life essence it contains are so dense that it even surpasses the crystalline lake in the great labyrinth of the South China Sea...... Even the water quality at the bottom of Lake Xiahui is only comparable.

Of course, whether it is Crystal Lake or Xiahui Lake, the amount of water is much larger than that of Shuhai Sacred Spring, but Shuhai Sacred Spring can be directly used as a healing potion, and the other two are at most used as culture medium substrates, which is the difference in essentia types.

However, that's all, some kind of natural healing potion can't make Ian care too much.

What he was really curious about was actually the environment of the entire underground cavity.

"The composition of the air has changed, the oxygen is more concentrated, the nitrogen is slightly lower, the carbon dioxide is more concentrated, and it is a little more acidic...... The composition of this air is almost otherworldly......

Ian's eyes lit up with a silver glow, and he gathered information about his surroundings, muttering to himself, "No, this is another world—this is an 'otherworldly ecosystem,'"

"This is a 'small ecological garden' built underground by the spirit of the sea of trees!"

It is located in a cavity under the sea of redwood trees, isolated from the outside world.

Here, the composition of the atmosphere is very different from that of normal Terra, and in addition to the various elements, the air also contains some kind of materialized pheromones and a trace of spores, which are released by the vines that make up the sea of trees.

And this, in addition to being part of the ecological park, is actually a language.

The silver chip translates these languages...... At the same time, psionic fluctuations, which have the exact same linguistic meaning as these pheromones, once again communicated with Ian: "Prophet, we are very happy that you have come as promised]

[Moreover, for thousands of years, apart from the original leaders of the Redwoods, you are the only Terra human who has perceived the truth about the environment here]

Jukai's voice even carried a hint of relief.

With the sound of Soso, Ian saw vines bloom on the ground

Growing large expanses of green leaves, shoots, and rattans, these different plant tissues form a rather vague but vaguely visible female human-like wooden avatar in an instant.

The avatar is quite tall, like an eight-foot statue, and the shape is quite detailed, although it is composed of leaves, vines, and roots, but the face and the simple shape of the long dress can be seen clearly.

It was a rather holy and maternal appearance, which was in line with the subconscious humanized image of the spirit of the sea of trees by most people in Nanling.

No...... Rather, it was because everyone thought that the spirit of Jukai should look like this, that they chose this image to manifest in Ian's eyes.

"You are ......"

Ian looked at the wooden avatar in front of him, he knew that this was the human form condensed by the sea of trees to facilitate communication with him, and the spirit of the sea of trees also nodded slightly: [I am the spirit of the sea of trees of this land, that is, all the plants around the sea of trees in the big redwood forest themselves]

Prophet, since we became aware of your existence, we have been waiting for the right time to invite and guide you in ten years.

[But you grew up too fast, left too fast, and returned too quickly, which was really beyond my expectations, so I didn't have time to prepare completely, so I could only take this opportunity to communicate with you directly]

[So it's a little abrupt]

- Ten years? Isn't there something wrong with your view of time?

Hearing the other party's speech, Ian couldn't help but complain in his heart...... Can it be considered right away in 10 years? Is the plant spirit's view of time so outrageous?

However, this is not surprising. If the existence of the sea of trees in the great sequoia forest is the same as he suspected, then the difference in the concept of time is only the simplest difference.

"I'm glad I met you...... Or you, the spirits of the sea of trees."

Raising his head, Ian said to the Spirit of the Sea of Trees, "Come to think of it, you know my purpose. I want to foresee Futaba and see if it has the power to strengthen my prophetic powers...... If not, I'd like to study it."

"Since you can communicate, let's do it in the same way that we can—the spirit of the sea of trees, how can I get the foresight Futaba from you? What do you need? Or what do you need me to do?"

"You took the initiative to invite me over, and you must have something in demand for me. We all have needs from each other, and we should be able to cooperate."

[I can foresee Futaba directly for you without any cost]

The tall wooden statue of the Virgin smiled at Ian: "I wanted to call you, at first I just wanted you to help me predict the future direction, but then I just wanted to thank you]

[Thank you, Ian, for your new technology to expand the wilderness and make our realm deeper into the world, deeper into the realm of humanity]

Ian: "?"

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