Lowering her gaze to the trant, which stood only slightly shorter than herself, she inquired, "Hey, trant, would you consider becoming my acolyte?" The emaciated trant furrowed its brow.
Seemingly perplexed by Shiao Xi Han's proposition, stammering, it asked, "What? What is an acolyte?" Scratching her head, Shiao Xi Han rephrased her offer for clarity.
Join me.
Believe in me, be loyal to me, and serve me.
In return, I shall provide you with sustenance, and ensure a better life.
Intrigued, she pondered the secrets that might lie behind the clean, unclaimed soul of this Trey.
In the midst of war, her avatar had approached with a disruptive intent.
Playing with the notion of an acolyte seemed harmless enough.
Teban gazed blankly at the divine being before her.
Sunlight filtered through the shattered city, casting dapple beams that danced upon the deity's flowing hair.
How captivating.
This beautiful, powerful, foreign goddess had extended an invitation to an unattractive, lowly, emaciated trayant.
As her dried and dulled eyes shifted, a glimmer of moisture appeared and her heart raced with new found significance.
Realizing her worth in this moment, her eyes sparkled with hope.
I I am willing, she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement.
However, I lack a name.
It has been stripped from me.
Now I am referred to as Teban.
In the trant tongue, it likely meant the ugly one.
Teban particularly difficult.
observing your unfortunate state.
It is indeed a struggle you endure.
Thus, I shall bestow upon you a name.
Let me ponder henceforth you shall be called no longer difficult.
However, that lacks elegance, I shall contemplate further.
Susie Han, being somewhat inept at naming, finds herself in a similar predicament with her doppelging.
Initially intending to casually designate a name like no longer difficult, she gazes into the bright eyes of the treemen before her and resolves to deliberate further.
She scrutinizes the treemen from top to bottom.
Your hair resembles leaves akin to those of a maple tree.
Thus, I shall name you Maple Joy in hopes that you shall embrace joy and laughter in the days to come.
This is indeed a melodious name.
Suzie Han feels she has surpassed her usual self.
How vexing it is that Defu and Jing Jing have not conjured such a delightful name.
This fellow has managed to seize the opportunity.
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Follow me upon finishing his words.
Xi Han consumed a modicum of divine power to perform a standard naming ritual.
My divine name shall be hung, he declared.
Subsequently, Suzie Han sensed the connection between his true self, his avatar, and this new acolyte.
Under the nurturing influence of divine energy, the withered form of the tree spirit began to flourish.
In no time, the grotesque figure transformed into a radiant and enchanting maiden.
Compared to the exquisite tree spirits that had intervened when Xihon wre havoc upon the city, she was equally captivating.
Xihon observed intently.
It seems fortune has smiled upon me.
The tree spirit known as Funla, having received a touch of divine energy and bestowed with a name, not only transformed into a beautiful being, but also experienced a significant enhancement in her abilities.
She ascended from level one, progressing steadily until she reached level 8, ceasing only because the divine energy provided by Isu Xihan was insufficient for further advancement from Lynelt before Xihon and bowed deeply.
She pledged her life, soul, faith, and unwavering loyalty to Lord Hong.
Her sincerity was palpable.
Both Xihon s true self and Avatar felt the fervent devotion she offered at that moment.
A divine seal bearing Zahan s essence was inscribed deep within her soul.
A testament to her zealous faith.
One second a fervent devote.
Can you believe it? Sufiang glancing at the display screen before him.
This information was provided by the power of the system for verification.
Acolyte fa ordinary divine naming race gem tree spirit level eight peak level 10 injured state attribute would age 19 gender female can reproduce both sexually and asexually skills praise when praising the deity accelerates the absorption of spiritual energy converting it into crystallized storage radiance a magical skill that emits light facilitating photosynthesis for plants Rain summoning, a magical ability to condense spiritual energy into mist, producing rain.
Nurturing strong reproductive capabilities with light, water, and vegetation can generate numerous new tree spirits.
Proliferation is a core belief of every tree spirit.
Traits.
Vitality is robust, can store spiritual energy.
The gem of a demagod level tree spirit can be transformed into divine power gemstones.
While the heartwood serves as an excellent alchemical gemstone, tree spirits are creations guided by the craftsmanship of the outer gods embodying nature and can produce gemstones that serve as a universal currency in the divine realm.
They possess genetic shackles, rendering their souls incomplete and preventing ascension to divine ranks, classifying them as a silver tier divine race.
With the divine hung now claimed, one may choose to sell or utilize.
Suzi Hon blinked, receiving the same information relayed to his avatar.
He gazed at the maiden before him, marveling at the unexpected intersection of divine technology and raw vitality from the outer gods.
Faced with limited spiritual energy stone minds, one could simply create their own.
Was this not a living embodiment of a spiritual stone- producing race? Cultivating a cohort of tree spirits would yield a bounty of high-grade crystals.
As the colossal city crumbled, a slab of stone plummeted toward the tree spirit and xihon.
"Follow me," he urged.
She swiftly grasped the collar of the treemen, and with a flicker, the barrier enveloped them both, reappearing high above the ground.
Through the translucent veil of the barrier, Foam Lu beheld the distant ruins of a once thriving city, her former home.
Faintly she could discern the tall tree tower where she had once resided, its pinnacle shattered and broken.
Throughout the city a chilling wind howled, and occasionally she caught sight of ethereal shadows flitting about, reminiscent of the terrifying demons from the tales of the cult.
How remarkably swift Alice was.
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Dazzling to the eyeshon casually remarked.
She could perceive the apparitions manifesting throughout the city.
a spectral army under Alice's command.
Alice was leading the undead to seize this metropolis in the realm of the outer gods within the central divine domain and the depths of the oceanic expanse.
A floating island was intercepted from the dimensional space.
This was an aerial divine island.
Dennis sat amidst a grove of flowers, meticulously arranging the petals in his hands, gradually drying them with divine power and grinding them into pollen.
Each of his movements exuded unparalleled grace, ensuring that any observer from any angle, would find it a visual delight.
His slender fingers, delicate and pale, were tinged with a hint of crimson pollen.
This hue was intended for his majesty, perfectly suited for crafting vibrant powders.
As the wind stirred, a somewhat cloying sweetness wafted through the air.
This excessively rich floral fragrance, if inhaled for too long, could induce a sense of lightadedness.
A young girl, seemingly lost in the flower grove, looked around in a mild panic, as if she were encountering such a foreign place for the first time, until she spotted the young man amidst the sea of blossoms.
Her alarm diminished, her countenance softened, and she cautiously approached until the youth noticed her gaze.
"Your Highness Dennis, we meet again," the girl said with trepidation.
"I did not mean to intrude.
I stumbled upon this place by accident.
I apologize for disturbing you.
" After speaking, she bowed her head, her hair cascading down, revealing a whirl at the crown of her head.
Dennis observed her and was reminded of the tender belly of a fish, which upon a gentle touch would reveal its flesh and blood.
It was curious how she seemed to perceive herself as a benevolent deity entirely unguarded before him, suppressing his peculiar associations.
Dennis, with his fingertips dusted in red powder, playfully brushed aside a strand of hair, leaving a faint trace of indifferent crimson.
He smiled and said, "Cassie Amy, it is a pleasure to see you again.
You have accompanied that esteemed individual this time as well.
" "Indeed, indeed.