Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 853

Chapter 853: Unwillingness!!! [Endless Battles With Natures]

[Ethereal Small World]

A day later, she was still grappling with the chaos unleashed by nature. If she didn’t know better, she might have thought she was dealing with a petulant child rather than the wrath of an ancient being.

Why, then, was this primal force directing its fury towards her? She hadn’t intended to provoke it.

"Don’t for a moment believe you’re blameless. You think yourself innocent, that you didn’t compel me to manifest here. But I, this Great One, have long dwelled in the Land of Paradise, alongside my kin. I am among the first ancient trees to awaken my spirit. Though I command immense power, I cannot leave this sacred ground," the Ancient Tree Spirit hissed, its voice thick with resentment.

In simpler terms, the Ancient Tree Spirit’s existence was bound to the Land of Paradise. If anyone were to forcefully uproot it from this place, its very essence would suffer irreparable harm.

"It’s not my fault," she replied nonchalantly, wielding her black scythe with dexterity to cleave the searing rocks that erupted from the active volcano. The weapon seemed to revel in its ability to morph into any shape necessary.

She swiped away the sweat trickling down her brow. The heat was unbearable. One stray ember from the volcano, and she could easily become a charred remains, and she had no intention of meeting such a fate just yet. Her father needed rescuing, and her enemies had to be dealt with.

The onlookers, who had gathered to witness her struggle, exchanged glances. Their master had a particularly vivid imagination.

What scenes were unfolding before them? Their formidable master wielded a black scythe that transformed into a colossal frying pan, battling the meteors cascading from the heavens?

And what in the world was the true extent of this Ancient Tree’s power? How could it conjure meteors in the Ethereal Small World?

"Great One, aren’t you a master of the seasons? How then can you summon these meteors?" Shenlian Yingyue gasped, barely evading a titan-like creature. Her robes clung to her skin, soaked in perspiration. She narrowly avoided becoming the first mortal in history to be crushed by a falling meteor in her homeland.

"Boom!!!!"

The deafening explosion reverberated in her skull, nearly shattering her eardrums. She instinctively shielded her ears with a layer of spiritual energy.

Days melted into nights as she engaged in relentless combat against the enraged ancient entity, enduring countless disasters and overcoming them through sheer tenacity.

Despite wielding the black sword as an invaluable asset against any foe, she still relied heavily on her intellect to strategize, her agility to evade, and her adept management of spiritual energy to navigate this hazardous terrain effortlessly.

Each prolonged skirmish drained her reserves of spiritual power from her Sea of Qi. Fortunately, within her Ethereal Small World, she could refresh her energy by drinking Spiritual Water whenever she ran low.

Five years passed in this realm...

Her continuous battles served a purpose: fortifying her foundation and honing her skills. In this space, she could freely unleash her most formidable spiritual offensive, martial prowess, and ancient incantations, unburdened by the worry of drawing unwanted attention.

So she never voiced her grievances, instead pouring her efforts into fighting and learning, undeterred by the countless wounds and the blood she shed along the way. Her relentless dedication finally bore fruit. She mastered how to wield the elements: the rain, thunder, wind, storms, ice, and the very essence of nature.

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