Doomsday Roulette

The giant branches howled and provided an answer.

The ancestors of the three Gu Rui Star Clan advisors could never agree to such terms.

They were life forms of the wood element, with a singular and pure primordial power, and their strength stemmed from this.

Compared to other races, they possessed long lifespans, granting them an unparalleled advantage in time.

What others learned in their entire lives was merely a subject in their racial academy.

Utilizing this advantage, they became powerful individuals, respected and hailed as living history and the coordinates of civilization.

They gained recognition throughout the All Races of the Universe, holding immense power.

Yet, they were keenly aware that the shortcomings of the Gu Rui Star Clan were also quite evident.

Their learning capability was not particularly outstanding; in fact, it could be said that the vast majority of their kin were somewhat clumsy.

This clumsiness was not only physical at the start but also mental.

Their learning periods could be long, but the efficiency was extremely low; perhaps this was the fairness of the Creator.

In their long lives, unless they could live for over a thousand years, they might surpass other races with lifespans of only a few hundred years in knowledge.

The same applied to cultivation.

Other races had good talents, abundant resources, and could use various tools.

However, they were not so fortunate; there were far too few items that could enhance their abilities, and each discovery became a treasure for their clan.

Sadly, most of these items were consumables, resulting in the Gu Rui Star Clan having very few periods in history where they possessed such resources.

Until... they discovered the Wood Spirit.

No words could describe the emotions of these ancestors at that time.

Ecstasy followed by madness might express it somewhat.

They mobilized the entire clan's strength to locate the mysterious realm where the spirits resided, sacrificing countless kin to finally obtain the Wood Spirit, the source of their power.

In the subsequent years, the entire Gu Rui Star Clan made significant progress; many old monsters who had stagnated for years advanced, and numerous treants even raised their levels, greatly increasing the number of peak experts in the race.

They no longer had to transform into massive trees and root themselves on a planet, using slumber to absorb the planet's power—a clumsy method.

Previously, they might even have completely missed contact with the Survivor Fortress due to this method of cultivation, getting lost in the vastness of the universe.

The Wood Spirits had already been designated as symbols and totems of the Gu Rui Star Clan by these ancestors.

Now, when someone said to surrender the Wood Spirit, it was no different from asking for their lives.

Thus, they resisted.

Green mist spread throughout the space, and among this mist, the branches of the three ancestors swelled again.

They no longer sought to repair the space or escape by restoring it; they intended to break through with force.

This was a rebellion, and it aimed to show the Old Dean that he could never make the three Gu Rui Star Clan submit.

The spatial fragments were ethereal, yet at this moment, the giant branches struck, causing more ruptures,

making the illusion in this area even more severe.

The Old Dean raised his arm, watching as the three massive treants wildly resisted amidst semi-illusion, sneering coldly.

His arm moved back and then thrust forward, plunging that area into a darker, more terrifying abyss.

It felt as if some power was coming from a distant dimension, aiming to destroy and annihilate.

The three ancestors' tree forms suddenly ejected thick green liquids, which adhered to the edges of the spatial fragments.

Subsequently, these fragments slowly drew together, colliding with those nearby and merging into larger, more complete pieces.

These spatial fragments, shattered by their own actions, were no longer affected or controlled by the Old Dean and were reassembling together.