"What's going on here?" Dearlando panicked and asked Levle what was going on, only to find that his voice was so low and long that it sounded very strange.

The little green dragon ignored him at all, and just pulled him forward, and soon caught up with the dome world that had become as slender as a rope. Looking forward along the long vines, it was green as far as the eye could see, as if there was a large forest in front of me, and I was falling towards the canopy at high speed.

"Ahh Dearlando was thrown straight out, and with an exclamation, he plunged headlong into the dense foliage.

He curled up in a ball with his arms over his chest, ready for the onslaught. But I didn't expect those trees to be just a phantom. He slid through it effortlessly, and then fell into a dark body of water.

Dearlando tried to wave his palm to make sure it was water, but there was light on both sides, and he couldn't tell where was above and where was below. He remembered that Lever had said that there would be a small gap that he could pass through, but there was no gap on the side.

He tried to swim in the direction he felt he had fallen, but when he came out of the water, he found himself at the foot of a large emerald green peak. When I wanted to turn around, the water under my feet was less than three feet deep, and the bottom of the water, which was originally deep, somehow turned into a cobblestone riverbed.

"There's no going back...... Could it be that the place that stretches the body just now is the gap between the evolutionary layer and the life layer? Am I already at the foot of the tree of life......? Where are the trees?" said Dearlando, who trampled the river less than five feet wide back and forth, only to find that the deepest part was only to his chest. Apparently he had passed through a one-way door and entered the back garden of the gods that Lever had spoken.

He stepped out of the water and looked at the peak in front of him, which was about a thousand feet high and had a perfectly symmetrical tower. The mountains are full of oval-shaped stones, large and small, and look like peaks made of eggs. Not to mention the trees in this place, I don't even see a single grass.

Diarlando scratched his head and decided to go inside and take a look, maybe there would be a tree on the top of the mountain. By the time he had walked the winding path that seemed so close, he had reached the first egg-like rock. Only then did I realize how outrageous my estimate was just now.

There is no other reference to this space. So what looks like it's close, it's actually very far away. Just now, I thought that each oval-shaped stone was about the size of a table, but I didn't expect to know that they were all the size of a large hall of the Golden Dome Palace.

Towering peaks stood in front of him, each ovoid boulder with slender slits between them. Therefore, you can climb up the rock walls on both sides. The highest point of the Jinding Palace is more than 800 feet above the ground. Every rock here is about the same height. Diarlando gripped the crack in the stone. It's a tough climb up the smooth rocks.

When he climbed to the top of the first rock, there was a door in the arc-shaped stone face. The door is embedded in the rock. There was a large ring-shaped handle, and the swarthy metal shimmered with a quiet sheen under the bright scattered light around it.

"Is there a door? Is it inhabited?" said Dearlandor at once, knocking cautiously on the door on the ground. In any case, if there are any local residents, ask the way down to find the Tree of Life.

A dull metal echo echoed under his knuckles, and after he knocked three times, there was no response from below, and finally he decided to open the door and take a look.

Hold the huge knocker with both hands and pull it up hard. He didn't pull it the first time, because it was too heavy. He stopped, took a breath, and rubbed his hands against his clothes, wiping away the sweat that had wet his palms from climbing the mountain at first.

This time he half-crouched down, grabbed the knocker with all his might, yelled, and jerked upward. The shrill figure of metal rubbing against metal rippled on the surrounding rocks, and even formed a little echo. This time the iron door was finally opened by him, and seeing that the dawn of victory was coming, Diarrando held the breath in his chest, his face was flushed, and the muscles of his hands were tense, and he used all his strength to continue to pull the iron door higher and lower.

When he pulled the door open at a thirty-degree angle, he began to push to the side, finally knocking the thick metal lid aside.

Diarrando was pulled by the lid and fell down, simply lying on the ground and gasping for breath. When I raised my hands, I saw that the palms of my hands instantly wiped off a little skin, and even if the skin was not broken, the skin moved slightly with the muscles underneath, and the whole body was trembling slightly, protesting because of the excessive force just now.

Unable to fully regain his strength, Diarrando rested for a moment before getting back to his feet, then looking down at the door he had opened. It was a well-like entrance, not much deep underneath, and the walls around it glowed with a warm orange glow. The walls were smooth and marble-like, without any steps or handrails.

Dearlando stood by the well, and could feel the warm air wafting from below with a little green smell of plants, but at the moment he had no tools to keep himself safe.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, sat down on the edge of the well, and then propped his feet against the walls on both sides and slowly slid down. As his body sank completely into the well, he finally tried the friction of his feet against the wall, and felt that he could still hold on, and finally let go of the hands that were holding the entrance.

With this propping himself on the glowing rocks around him, he slowly climbed down a bit. When he descended more than two of his own heights, his feet slipped suddenly, and instead of the texture of a solid stone, the wall became smooth, pliable like the intestines of some animal.

By the time he tried to control himself again, it was too late to climb back, and he couldn't focus on either foot, and finally involuntarily began to fall down the tube. As he slipped down, he pulled out the only weapon he was carrying, an invisible dagger that could be used in the Dragon Realm. Try to plug into the rock walls around you to help yourself stop.

The sharp dagger immediately sank into it, but the slide did not slow down. It was as if the dagger stabbed something fragile and could not provide support for the dagger in the slightest.

After falling like this for nearly a minute, Dearlandor finally felt the direction of movement change from vertical downward to diagonally downward. The angle grew slower and slower, until it became almost parallel to the ground.

Eventually, he saw an exit appear in front of him, and then it fell like a sack of wheat into a large pile of bushes. The plants underneath are fluffy and soft, like a large mass of cotton, but the color and shape are more like cauliflower.

He was bounced off by the soft cauliflower and finally landed on the firmer ground. After finally gaining a footing, he looked up and was stunned by the spectacular sight overhead. This is supposed to be the interior of the mountain, looking up from the bottom to the top, the delicate and ornate symmetry and repetitive structure peculiar to plants are superimposed layer by layer, until you can't see the end clearly.

Every inch of the surface of this huge space is covered with a variety of plants, strange shapes and colors, most of which I have never seen before. He finally understood why the Dragon of Life would say that he had never seen the tree it had.

It's a weird biome that grows inside a mountain, and although it has no trunk or branches, if you cut the mountain all through the middle, you'll find a silhouette of a tree.

Diarlando estimated that from here to the highest point, at least two or three hundred times the height of the main hall, each ovoid area looked like a small forest, and there were at least a hundred such areas on each level. It would be easy to find a trace of Fellen in such a large area.

With the sound of flapping wings, Diarrando rushed out from under the leaves of several huge ferns to see if there were any flying birds to control, so that at least he would not have to spend a lot of time climbing mountains.

He saw a bee the size of a cow fly over his head, shaking its wings and creating a wind that nearly blew him off the blade.

"Oh my God...... What kind of monsters are they here!" Dearlando felt like he was in a giant country, and everything around him was so huge. The cauliflower as big as a bed just now, the ridiculously big bee in front of me, and the snail the size of a house crawling slowly not far away......

But there was no time for emotion or surprise at the moment, and he ran for a while, jumped violently, and jumped on the back of another bee flying in front of him. The giant bee fell on it, and it didn't sink at all, but it continued to fly around the sweltering tropical spot in search of flowers.

"Get up on me!" Dearlando clamped his leg around the bee's thin waist and pulled its tentacles upwards with both hands. Although he didn't know if the bee felt pain, when it was so hard, the bee changed the direction of its flight and began to fly into the sky.

As Diarlando moved away from the ground, he looked down and realized that the rainforest he thought was the bottom was not the bottom, and there was a wider layer of different space below.

Large tracts of synoptic organisms grow underneath this layer, and underneath the layer of synoptic plants is an ocean. (To be continued......)