Boost to cultivation

With the bestowment of the immortal herbs completed, his companions stood and bid their farewell.

Verdalor's verdant form stood at the heart of it, his branches extending towards his friends, a silent affirmation to act as encouragement.

Yet, as the companions basked in the Nexus' energy, a shift began to stir within Verdalor's very being.

It started as a subtle tremor, a whisper of something profound.

Verdalor now in his verdant form stood amidst the Nexus, his roots delving deep into the fertile earth.

As he focused his awareness inward, he began to sense the shift within his core.

His connection to the World Tree essence seemed to intensify, a surge of energy that flowed through his being.

Verdalor's eyes, or what could be perceived as his gaze, glowed with an otherworldly radiance as he delved into the depths of this transformation.

And then it hit him – a surge of realization that echoed through his essence.

His cultivation speed had accelerated, a profound change that pulsed within him.

His mind raced, calculations and possibilities flooding his awareness. Verdalor's treant form quivered with a mixture of awe and determination.

This was his starting point that increase his probability to become the first plant spirit beast's god!

As his inner world unfurled for him, there's multiple reasons for his increase in cultivation speed.

Firstly, the immortal herbs that were placed in his inner world, spiritual power that was cultivated by them will be 'taxed' by him.

Allow me to gently remind you that his Nexus also offers enhanced spiritual and soul cultivation for plant spirit beasts.

This will make his spiritual cultivation can be described as passive cultivation!

Secondly, the amount of herbs that cultivating in his Nexus had reached hundreds excluding the immortal herbs.

However, if given a little time, they will undergo an evolution into immortal herbs!

Finally, the remains of the dragon kings, possessing opposing powers, engaged in a ceaseless struggle for supremacy instead of annihilation.

These acts of struggle ventured into profound concepts such as Yin-Yang and Infinity, imbuing them with deeper significance.

Verdalor laughed with a sense of exhilaration as he began to cultivate not just his spirit energy, but also his spiritual energy.

He will meditate for his physical and elemental attribute power in the future as he still has things to ponder.

Nexus, Immortal Herbs and the remains of old dragon kings, convergence of these three essences within his being created a symphony of power that pulsed with untapped potential.

Verdalor's eyes, if they could be called such, blazed with determination.

The pathway to growth and mastery lay before him, an avenue through which he could ascend to unprecedented heights.

With each breath, each surge of energy, he felt the power of the Nexus brought him.

Time seemed to blur as Verdalor immersed himself in this accelerated cultivation.

The very essence of the Nexus seemed to respond, its energy infusing every facet of his being.

And then, the revelation hit him like a tidal wave.

In just five thousand years – a mere fraction of time within the tapestry of existence – he could reach the level of a two-hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast.

The enormity of this realization washed over him, a potent mixture of exhilaration and determination.

But Verdalor's quest for power was insatiable, he knew that spirit beasts cultivate slower due to the oppression of the Human Gods reside in God's Realm.

This was only his speculation because in other cultivation novels, what differentiate species is only talent!

This means that all of spirit beast that lived until this day may just a husk of their former self, the bloodline is so diluted that the cultivation speed become slower than snail!

Then Verdalor realized, 'What about me! I AM THE WORLD TREE!'.

This made Verdalor rethink again his overall situation, 'Hm, maybe I'm one of the last World Tree.

I don't have any cultivation tome, just gather spirit energy in the air and wait like a dog waiting for his master to reach higher cultivation.

As for my spiritual energy, it's as expected for my bloodline, I reached the peak Spirit Domain Realm with 50,000 points.

I also can perform Spiritual Avatar way before I reached 100,000 years old.

I'll think about this later, I need to break this snail pace cultivation, the plot will start in 20+ years as there's still no Qian Renxue the last time I check with the plants inside Spirit Halls.

That was such a pain, they're like toddler with most of them act like a baby.'

The path he had set himself upon was a grand one, but to him, the pace was still too sluggish. The surge of energy, the acceleration of his cultivation – they were steps towards his ultimate goal.

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The acceleration of his cultivation speed had opened a realm of possibilities, but to Verdalor, this was only the beginning.

As he delved deeper into his thoughts, a plan began to take shape – a plan that could further propel him on his path towards unmatched power.

His connection to all plants within the world granted him a unique advantage.

If there were more treasures to be found, he would harness this connection to locate them swiftly.

He began to reach out, his consciousness intertwining with the flora that blanketed the realms.

Like a symphony conductor guiding an orchestra, he directed his focus towards uncovering the locations of the remaining treasure bowls.

Images and sensations flooded his awareness as the plants whispered their secrets.

Verdalor's perception expanded, knowledges weaving itself within his mind.

He could sense the auras of the treasure bowls, distant yet tangible, waiting to be unveiled.

'Oho, so when they say three bowls, they means three wells...this...these wells is clearly the crystallization of their remains!

But where is the last dragon king, there's no plant that know its position...'

Verdalor retracted its roots, a determined glint in his gaze.

The treasure bowls were his next goal, a tangible source of power that could further enhance his journey.

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The path ahead was clear, yet its twists and turns were shrouded in the unknown.

But hey, that was part of the adventure, right?

With a nonchalant sweep of his branches, Verdalor dove into his musings.

Spirit bones – the coveted treasures that held immense power.

He knew the deal; most spirit bones formed post-mortem, usually when powerful spirit beasts bit the dust.

But, there were those special cases – the ones that defied the norm and produced these precious things.

As for those external spirit bones, well, that was a puzzle he was eager to piece together.

He tossed around the concept like a beach ball at a summer party.

External spirit bones – soul beasts developing their own custom-made power-ups.

Imagine that!

Verdalor shook with excitement.

But, you see, it wasn't all rainbows and sunshine.

There were roadblocks – the sticky notes on the path to awesomeness.

Spirit bones were about as common as a four-leaf clover in a field of daisies.

External spirit bones?

A bit more elusive than spirit bones, maybe like five-leaf clover in a field of roses but Verdalor was willing to tackle that challenge.

His "brows" furrowed as he pondered.

Spirit beasts needed a nudge, a push towards the precipice of their existence.

Grief – that was the trick.

They needed to shed a tear or two before making their grand exit.

Like a dramatic exit from a play.

Verdanth's treant form chuckled to itself.

It was a delicate dance, this business of spirit beasts and spirit bones.

A sip of water to wash down a complex dish.

Then, his mind took a more daring leap. Dark Devilgod Tiger, the big bad with a taste for his kin, I mean spirit beasts.

Man-Faced Spider, the one spinning webs of deceit and devouring its brethren.

A smirk played across Verdanth's "lips."

They were the perfect guinea pigs, weren't they?

A little bit of "encouragement" – maybe a splash of guilt – and voilà, a spirit bone in the making.

But hey, Verdalor wasn't about causing unnecessary suffering.

He was all about that symbiotic life, that give-and-take.

He'd nudge them, yes, but he'd also make sure they had a choice.

A choice to rise above their primal instincts, to become something more.

There's also the idea of spirit beasts formed spirit bones when they're alive.

That's more interesting outcome, human can't match us in the same level anymore!

The treasure bowls and the concept of external spirit bones – they were his playground, his chessboard.

The pieces were set, the game was on.

With a laid-back demeanor, Verdalor embraced the adventure that lay ahead.