Qianye finally understood the source of the stony metal. Remembering the two holy trees aboard the Martyr’s Palace, he couldn’t help but want to capture a six-armed creature alive.

He dismissed the notion rather quickly, however. Even the weakest among the six-armed creatures was a glorious marquis, more or less a human divine-champion. Capturing such an expert was much harder than simply killing him. Besides, there was no telling if the creature could be subdued.

At this point, the six-armed creature produced yet another stony material and sprinkled his blood on it before letting it soak in the pond. After the material had absorbed enough of the sap, he began banging on it once more. This time, it looked like he was making a stone sword.

Things didn’t go smoothly this time. Growing impatient, the six-armed creature placed the stony material back into the water. He looked up at the holy tree before breaking off one of its branches.

The moment the branch snapped, Qianye also felt a vague pain from his body. His consciousness expanded involuntarily, allowing him to sense the holy tree to a greater degree and even merge into its consciousness.

The holy tree was...