"Come... come to me..."

Lynch's figure suddenly paused, his brow furrowed instantly: "This voice...?"

He immediately released his spiritual power, spreading perception around him like an invisible radar. Quickly, he confirmed the source of the voice—it wasn't coming from a specific location, but instead seemed to emanate from the pulse of the entire island beneath his feet, eventually converging towards the center of the island.

There, it seemed that something existed, crossing the distance of space, sending a clear summoning to him.

"I... mean no harm... young holder of the Revival Rule..."

The voice sounded again, seemingly to dispel his doubts, conveying spiritual waves that were calm and sincere, devoid of any hostile or deceptive intent.

"Come to me... I have words for you... I... need your help..."

Lynch stood in place, a trace of hesitation flashing in his eyes. The unease brought by the external elemental anomalies still lingered in his mind, making him eager to leave.

Yet the direct call echoing within his soul, and the ancient calmness imbued in the voice, made it impossible for him to easily ignore.

After a brief weigh of options, Lynch's eyes sharpened as he came to a decision. No longer hesitating, his figure transformed into a stream of light, heading straight towards the center of the island, no longer following the safe path marked on the map!

His speed was extremely fast, and in just a few spatial flickers, he traversed the dense and strange forest, crossing the distorted terrain caused by elemental chaos.

Finally, he stopped at the edge of a relatively open area.

The sight before him made him, despite being prepared, let out a gasp of wonder in his heart.

Here, stood a tree.

A tree so enormous its accuracy in description defied words!

Its trunk diameter likely had to be measured in kilometers, towering like a mountain, piercing the clouds, and its canopy spread out as if it could cover half the sky. The bark was a deep ancient copper color, covered with crack patterns larger than a carriage, resembling dragon scales, each pattern seemingly engraved with the epics of time and the marks of laws.

A suffocatingly majestic life force, like an invisible tide, emanated from every part of the giant tree, where even the surrounding violent elemental streams appeared to become much tamer upon nearing it.

This constituted the foundation of the entire Strange Tree Island, a living legend—

The World Species, Vadorra!

The source of the voice calling him clearly pointed to this great life, as if it has existed since the beginning of heaven and earth.

Lynch collected the turbulent energy around him and slowly descended at the base of Vadorra, the World Species, which resembled a vast plain. His gaze quickly locked onto an unusual presence ahead—

At the unimaginably large base of the trunk, a tree about only three meters high stood out, appearing particularly "delicate" compared to the surrounding towering ancient trees.

However, this small tree was highly unusual. Its entire form wasn't solid but presented a semi-transparent, illusory state, seemingly woven together from numerous tiny, ever-flickering elemental light points, flowing with a dreamlike radiance.

On the trunk of this illusory small tree, the outline of an old human face was clearly visible. The tree bark's patterns naturally formed deep wrinkles, with sunken eye sockets, a prominent nose bridge, and lips with gentle lines full of the sediment of time.

Lynch immediately understood that this wasn't a real tree, but rather the personification of Vadorra's will, condensed as a projection or avatar from this vast ancient life for the purpose of communication with him.

Not daring to show neglect, he stepped forward a few paces, stopping a few meters from the illusory small tree, placing his right hand over his chest with a slight bow, offering a solemn and standard wizard's salute. His voice was clear and respectful, carrying steadily in the slightly noisy environment caused by elemental chaos:

"Greetings to you, great Vadorra. I am Saphiro, a wizard permitted by the Blue Realm Wizard Domain, holding a document from Dean Abbas, here to gather some necessary materials. I apologize for disturbing your slumber and seek your pardon."

Lynch spoke respectfully, simultaneously presenting the document signed by Dean Abbas, containing the unique magical seal of the Falan Council, with both hands to the illusory small tree.

The ancient face on Vadorra's trunk, with a serene gaze, rested on the document, as if invisible power was reading and perceiving the texts and seals upon it.

After a moment, he slowly nodded, the illusory branches swaying slightly, emitting a rustling sound reminiscent of wind brushing through an ancient forest, and a gentle yet aged voice directly resonated within Lynch's consciousness:

"Indeed, this is certainly an official document issued by the Falan Council, and the magic badge it bears truly is the spiritual power imprint of the Star Speaker Abbas, unable to be forged."

He paused briefly, with a hint of concern appearing on the kindly face formed by elemental light points, inquiring: "So, young Lord Saphiro, is your gathering of the required materials proceeding smoothly?"

Lynch replied truthfully: "Thank you for your concern, the other materials are all prepared, now only the last one remains—a Rule Fruit."

At this, Vadorra let out a gentle laugh akin to a pine wave: "A Rule Fruit, you say? That's but a minor issue."

With his words, the branches and leaves of the illusory small tree started producing a more pronounced and melodious "clattering" sound, as if playing a natural symphony. Subsequently, a crooked branch, like a human arm, elegantly and leisurely extended from the canopy, precisely reaching out in front of Lynch.

On the end of this naturally artistic branch hung a fruit. About the size of a fist, it had a chaotic, semi-transparent texture, its interior seemingly swirling with countless tiny rune-like laws, birthing and fading away.

Indescribable, dazzling glimmers occasionally swept across the fruit's surface, and merely gazing at it made one feel an empathetic resonance with the understanding of rules—this was the very Rule Fruit Lynch longed for!

Lynch took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart, extending his hands carefully, gently plucking the Rule Fruit from the branch as though handling a peerless treasure.

It felt warm to the touch, akin to holding a condensed essence of rules.

At this point, he had gathered all the materials required for his journey!

Lynch securely stored the Rule Fruit, again bowing deeply to Vadorra's avatar, sincerely saying: "Thank you for your generous assistance, Lord Vadorra."

The elderly face on the illusory tree showed a mild, gentle smile, the leaves lightly swayed: "No need to be so courteous, young Saphiro. Given that it was at the Star Speaker's command, providing some assistance within my means is but a duty."

However, as he finished speaking, a thoughtful expression appeared on the face formed by elemental light points, as if Vadorra was carefully "observing" Lynch, as if perceiving something. After a moment, he spoke again with slight uncertainty yet a hint of expectation:

"Young Lord Saphiro... from you, I perceive a very ancient and familiar scent. It's the rhythm of life sprouting and deadwood experiencing revival... Forgive my boldness, but do you perhaps... possess the Power of Revival?"

Lynch did not respond directly, yet his actions had spoken volumes. Calmly, he raised an arm, opening his palm.

In the next moment, a pure and gentle emerald green light slowly emerged from his palm, like the first bloom of spring, containing boundless vitality and a mighty force capable of reviving everything. This light was warm and sacred, starkly contrasting with the destructive energy created by elemental chaos around—it was the Power of Revival, originating from the essence of life.

As this verdant light appeared, Vadorra's illusory form visibly trembled with excitement, the rustling sound of the branches became urgent and loud, and the aged voice carried uncontrollable joy and urgency:

"Indeed, it is the Power of Revival! There's no mistaking it, this is the power capable of renewing decay and rekindling hope!"

He eagerly looked at Lynch, with a solemn tone even carrying a trace of pleading:

"Young Lord Saphiro, noble wizard possessing the Power of Revival... I, Vadorra, humbly beseech your assistance!"

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