Even the accomplished powers of the Divine Sect, free from any subjective bias, would reveal a flicker of astonishment upon witnessing the Head of the Unparalleled Institute evenly match their own Ancestor.
If mere observers were so affected, what more the Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch himself, immersed within his Dao Realm?
Even the grass and trees have their appointed times—they are the spiraling grains upon branches, the concentric rings within tree hearts.
The Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch, having uncovered the origin of vegetation, could grow a sapling into a towering tree within mere hours, with textures seamless.
He could even cause the so-called indestructible Divine Wood to wither in an instant. Such mastery, when applied to a mere peony blossom—could such skill falter?
