Fantasy: Start a Secret Pavilion

Chutian came out of the portal and was on an endless green grassland.

The green wilderness stretches as far as the eye can see. There seems to be a stream and sheep not far away, and a small tribe further away.

But the people living there are not humans, but people from the Night Clan.

Dark blue skin, pointed ears.

"Benefactor, let's start here."

Liu Chen walked over from the side and said.

Chu Tian nodded, then slowly sat down, and began to introduce the source of Heaven's Dao in his body into his brain bit by bit.

But with the inflow of those Heavenly Dao origins, and the one percent of Heavenly Dao origins that originally suppressed each other, the peaceful power of the void suddenly felt threatened.

He kept resisting, as if he was afraid that Chu Tian would use these heavenly sources to suppress him.

And Chu Tian could only endure the pain and continue to use the power of the origin of heaven to integrate the system.

The integration of the system is very slow, like an earthworm crawling across the road.

The power of the void continued to resist, causing waves of pain.

But the only thing Chu Tian could do was grit his teeth and continue the integration of the system.

As the system integrates bit by bit, Chutian seems to have slowly undergone some changes.

There were waves of sounds coming to his ears, including the sound of wind, the sound of grass, the sound of the river in the distance, and the sound of the Night tribe people talking in the farther distance.

All these sounds fell into Chu Tian's mind at the same moment.

It's like a big pot of stew. If you don't distinguish it carefully, you will just think it is a noise without logic.

Only by listening carefully to every sound inside can you distinguish the special features of each sound.

After five or six minutes, the source of Heavenly Dao in Chutian's body was exhausted.

Those heavenly origins are like adhesives, tightly sticking Chutian and the system together.

And when all this ended, the power of void in Chu Tian's head finally stopped stirring.

He calmed down and retreated into his own little corner, still interdependent with the one percent source of heaven, maintaining a balance that would not be broken.

After a few minutes, the pain slowly disappeared, and Chu Tian slowly stood up.

Opening his eyes, Chu Tian seemed to see something he had never seen before.

He saw in front of him that things were no longer things, but lines.

He stretched out his hand and pinched one of the threads with his index finger and thumb.

That's a line connected to the tree.

When Chu Tian pinched it with his fingers, he saw the life of the tree.

From a seed, it experienced countless winds and rains, slowly grew up, and then grew into the tallest tree in the entire forest.

But before long, its vitality gradually disappeared, its leaves fell off, and its trunk withered.

His roots no longer absorb nutrients from the earth, and his branches no longer sprout new shoots.

He was sentenced to death and headed for death.

Chu Tian let go of the line segment, and the line turned into a big tree.

A big tree in its prime looks to be almost ten meters tall. The trunk is straight and straight, like a chopstick.

Chu Tian didn't know whether this was what the tree looked like now, what it looked like before, or what it would look like in the future.

Because in the line segment, Chutian saw his future, slowly withering and dying, just like most trees in their lifetime.