Unbidden by any authority, the tra maiden spoke with a stammer, her words accompanied by an increasing flow of blood from her neck.

Yet, Fong Le's vitality proved resilient.

She still managed to move, gesturing toward her own heart.

Divine one, this heart of the tree is quite remarkable.

Suzi Han gazed intently at this entity, sensing the unwavering faith emanating from the young girl.

Such steadfast belief.

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Her memory pure to the utmost, fervent to the extreme, a pristine soul ignited with boundless faith, devoid of any distracting thoughts.

It was merely a matter of bestowing a name.

She seemed to truly regard herself as the sole embodiment of faith.

Sue Xihan released her grip.

The connection between the trant maiden's head and body swiftly healed, leaving only a ring of scars and a pool of pinkish blood that seeped out.

Her level diminished, plummeting two tears from level 8 to level six.

Her body grew frail.

Her visage lost some of its luster, becoming slightly withered.

Suzie Han observed the trant maiden, silent for an extended period.

Phone did not alter her attitude in response to Suzie Han's harsh treatment.

She knelt, lifting her gaze to meet Suzie Han's eyes.

Her expression radiated fervor, imbued with a profound sense of sacrifice.

Were it not for the palpable purity and integrity of Fong Le's soul, Suzi Han might have deemed the trant to be foolish.

Suzie Han extended her hand, gently resting it at top the trant maiden's head, her divine power cascading through the maiden's tresses.

The dark divine force was not gentle.

It surged into the maiden's being, simultaneously ravaging and healing.

Though it was undeniably painful, Fongless showed no inclination to evade or resist.

Wholly accepting all that Suzi Han offered, her unwavering faith allowed the divine power to permeate every facet of her being, both body and soul.

This was a form of divine descent.

Only the most fervent of zealots could selflessly and unreservedly open their bodies and souls to the deity of their faith, allowing the divine essence to blend and even fragment into themselves.

If Suzi Hon wished, with but a thought, she could descend upon foam l using her body and soul as sustenance to create a manifestation of herself.

However, Suzi Han held no interest in such divine descent.

She possessed an abundance of manifestations and had no need to utilize fervent zealots as mere cannifod.

Her focus in channeling divine power lay primarily in scrutinizing the origins of the maiden before her to discern whether she was a trap set by an enemy deity.

The destruction and healing wrought by the infusion of divine power were merely incidental.

If this transfaith was indeed as pure as she presented, Suzi Han would be rewarded with a fortuitous opportunity.

If not, she would perish within the confines of her own dark divine power.

The dark divine force permeated the entirety of the Trey Maiden's being.

Then it surged into her beating heart, the very core that the Triant maiden had endeavored to please.

attempting to offer as a sacrifice.

Upon the infusion of dark divine power, Suzi Han discovered a core within her, a structure reminiscent of a divine essence, yet merely a fleeting shadow.

Lacking solidified strength, it bore semblance to a half-step deity.

Suzi Han contemplated the notion of a false god.

By solidifying this divine essence, one could ascend the true divinity.

As Suzi Han's divine power made contact with this core, the trant maiden's complexion flushed, her entire form trembling.

Subsequently, Suzhan beheld a series of visions.

These were Foam Lee's memories, a tree seed imbued with consciousness, witnessing a middle-aged female trant planting it within a pot.

This was foam Lee's mother.

The woman made an incision in her wrist.

The pink sap cascades down, nourishing the saplings, which then transform into little tree beings.

The woman smiles with satisfaction.

This marks the early years of maple joy.

The remaining time is filled with the father's nurturing sunlight, spiritual water, and the enriching sap from the father.

Subsequently, the little tree being gains a brother and a sister.

The father is busily tending to his three children.

When no new tree beings are born, the mother is no longer seen.

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Radiant Red, having lost the nurturing care of her mother, the father grew increasingly frail, eventually fading away like a desiccated tree.

When a mother reappeared, she took them back home.

At that moment, Fongloo realized that her father was not a highranking tree spirit and could not enter the esteemed lineage of higher tree beings.

Only upon his death could the mother bring her children back to the family.

The mother had many offspring and the resources allocated to the three children were scant.

Nevertheless, Fonglu persevered, awakening remarkable magical talents, thus making a name for herself in school and acquiring substantial resources.

Fongl consistently tended to her younger siblings, becoming accustomed to the role of a father figure, providing them with unconditional care and support.

However, these days of happiness proved fleeting.

Soon the twists of fate struck.

The young girl lost her crystal, her name, and was stripped of her faith.

Various calamities unfolded one after another.

The mother was cold and ruthless.

Her fiance abandoned her, and her younger brother harbored resentment while her sister cast blame.

It was as if the girl had been struck to her very core.

There was no sorrow, no rebellion, only a numbing acceptance of her fate.

She fled, wandering in the wilderness until she encountered the avatar of Suzi Han.

In her memories upon first meeting Suzi Han's avatar, Suzi Han sense the tremors of the girl's numbed heart.

The deity descending from the heavens was breathtakingly beautiful.

This was her first encounter with Divinity.

Then the deity spoke, inquiring if the food was to her liking.

To her surprise, the girl felt somewhat withered.

Suzie Han was touched by foam Lee's recollections.

Do not keep me in suspense.

Tell me, where is the seed? The woman's tone was unyielding.

She understood that this seemingly youthful old spirit would not divulge the information without a fight.

You just promised to tell me.

Do not attempt to evade, she insisted.

Divine power surged forth, intensifying the pressure.

Stoya pointed at the girl who was glancing around aimlessly, demanding answers.

I fu maintained an indolent demeanor, her eyes flitting left and right.

This demagod, possessing dominion over more than 90% of the ocean's power, could not intimidate Fu into submission.

Yet this time she mumbled something under her breath, though was barely discernible.

Stoya mistakenly interpreted this as a concession, moving closer to listen.

Good sister, a kiss, and I shall tell you, indeed, indeed, oh dear.

Stoya listened for quite some time without grasping the crux of the matter.

A sense of frustration washed over her.

This individual was clearly toying with her.

Stoya could no longer afford a delay.

Detaining Fu here had drained her considerably.

Were it not for the fact that this was her divine domain, capturing this deity would have proven a formidable challenge.

If you do not speak, I shall immediately eliminate that individual.

she threatened, gesturing towards the attendant.

And you shall not leave.

If you dare, you may reincarnate again.

Upon hearing this, I see Fu rolled her eyes dramatically at Stoyo Lea.

You are truly volatile, sister.