Although somewhat abstract, the roots of the Holy Tree indeed do not lie beneath the earth but extend deep into the Earth Sea.

Regarding that Earth Sea Layer, akin to subspace, even the Barbarian Race knows little about it.

Only a very few, like Granny Anya, who can gain the favor of the Holy Tree, can follow those golden roots down to the middle layer, and take a brief glance at that world.

Therefore, no one yet understands how Li was instantly stabbed from the south to the west.

...

Holy Tree, inside that tree house-like prayer room.

Granny Anya sat back down on the wicker chair, whether relieved or resigned, she closed her eyes and quietly accepted Sister Wang's treatment.

Currently preparing Zhang Ze's descent ritual is Miss Di Zhuomala.

The paint, mixed from spices and blood, after being refined, presents a faint silvery hue. With Di Zhuomala's drawing and worship, the Holy Tree instinctively responded to her.

The heartbeat echoed in the ears of everyone who could perceive the Earth Sea, heavy, slow, like the ancient tolling of a bell, like the waves of a distant sea.

The Junior Sister and Xiangxiang, who rushed over but felt nothing, were giving Miss Di Zhuomala big and little eyes as she arranged the ritual.

In a way, their concerns were about Lao Di's bizarre name and his status as a backup.

[Junior Sister: I somehow feel this Saintess is much more reliable than Senior Brother.]

The Junior Sister, looking at the glowing, divine, solemn black-skinned Saintess, said to Xiangxiang with a small nut.

[Xiangxiang: Proper Holy Tree Main Priests are like this, Zhang Ze is an exception.]

[Junior Sister: Then what does this Main Priest usually do? Draw talismans every day?]

[Xiangxiang: Pretty much, once one becomes the Main Priest, unless there's something major, they generally won't leave the Holy Tree. The Main Priest enjoys absolute authority over the Barbarian Tribe, while also bearing all the obligations of the Barbarian Tribe.]

[Junior Sister: Then isn't this like being imprisoned?]

[Xiangxiang: It is being imprisoned.]

[Junior Sister: I bet this thing will definitely be blown up; I dare bet Senior Brother is surely considering how to avoid this once it's done.]

[Xiangxiang: Indeed.]

As the two kept murmuring, preparations continued there.

Everyone has their own opinion about whether being imprisoned.

But from a certain perspective, Di Zhuomala is much more qualified than Zhang Ze as a backup plan.

At least she is serious and full of admiration and respect for the Holy Tree.

Unlike some people, who have a bit of pragmatism.

At this moment Zhang Ze was sitting cross-legged on the ground, flipping through records of the previous Main Priests.

He was searching for content related to that battle at Central Continent.

But unfortunately, there are no specific records on the Barbarian Tribe's side either.

Like why the battle happened, what happened at the heart of the battlefield, no one knows.

The records only include scattered details, like who fell, which Barbarian Tribe was delisted, and other descriptions.

Zhang Ze closed his eyes, organizing the information left by both humans and Barbarians, realizing the closer it was to Xiao Jing-related information, the more thoroughly it was erased.

Except for that one event...

During the mid-period of the warfare, Xiao Jing personally led a raid, attempting to sever the Holy Tree.

Although the raid failed, it left a scar on the trunk of the Holy Tree, still clearly visible to this day.

And this event miraculously escaped the all-encompassing memory erasure technique, recorded in detail and passed down.

"Alas... it's a pity."

Thinking of this, Zhang Ze suddenly sighed.

And Sister Wang, with nothing better to do, asked casually.

"What's troubling you, young master? What's the pity?"

"It's a pity no one carved on the Holy Tree back then!" Zhang Ze slapped his thigh, with a face full of regret.

?

Granny Anya opened her eyes, Di Zhuomala also paused her ritual.

It seemed like an illusion, the heartbeat echoing in the treetop seemed to skip a beat.

And Zhang Ze, indifferent to the surrounding gazes, continued to lament.

"The existence of the Holy Tree is unaffected by that memory and history erasure magic.

"Just imagine, if someone had carved the happenings back then on the tree, wouldn't the truth have been revealed long ago?

"The Holy Tree is so big, you could pick any root to engrave many words, polish the bark smooth, micro-carve using Sword Sect swordsmanship..."

Zhang Ze grew more enthusiastic as he spoke, seemingly pondering how he would engrave eternal history on the Holy Tree if he became the Main Priest.

Di Zhuomala's face flushed, seeming to want to stop Zhang Ze's nonsense, but just as she was about to act, she remembered she couldn't win in direct confrontation, nor could she compare reputationally.

Helplessly, she could only mute Zhang Ze's voice alone, then continued the unfinished ritual. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

And Granny Anya suddenly felt, regarding the selection of the next Main Priest, perhaps it could be discussed further.

No need to rush to judge, she's only injured, not dying, actively receiving treatment, the probability of recovery is high.

She still needs to live well, think thoroughly.

Listening to Zhang Ze's plan for deep development of the Holy Tree, including but not limited to, writing, binding, and so on, the Junior Sister suddenly realized.

[Junior Sister: I think Senior Brother is doing it on purpose, he doesn't want to say he's taking away Miss Desk Cloth Kabuda's life.]

[Xiangxiang: I think you're right, but you got the name wrong, her name is Di Zhuomala.]

[Junior Sister: Oh? Is that so? Then who is Kabuda? Sounds so familiar?]