Wizard: Starting from the Skill Tree

Duke took out the Spring of Life that he had excavated back then. It didn’t seem like much, but it was all pure Spring of Life concentrate.

Now, he needed to pour this Spring of Life concentrate into this small lake, increasing the concentration of the Spring of Life in the lake, making it even richer.

The concentrate was about the size of an adult man’s head, not just a simple liquid, but a viscous substance between liquid and gel. Inside, countless fine golden patterns flowed slowly; they were the ultimate concentration of Life Law and Natural Spirituality.

Duke’s heart thought stirred slightly, and with gentle and stable Spiritual Power, he lifted the concentrate, moving it above the Spring of Life lake before him.

As if an emerald star had fallen into the mortal realm, the previously calm and mirror-like lake surface did not create a huge splash upon contact with the Spring of Life concentrate but emitted a low, distant hum as if from the world’s core.

Amidst the humming, the concentrate did not disperse immediately but sank like a heavy yet gentle jewel, slowly into the depths of the lake, heading straight for the World Tree Seed.

When it finally touched the emerald halo emitted by the World Tree Seed, a loud sound full of joy and vitality exploded from the lake’s center, with visibly green energy ripples spreading like a torrent in all directions.

The originally clear lake water was quickly dyed a rich, almost liquid-emerald deep green from the depths of the lake and spread rapidly across the entire lake surface.

The lake water seemed to come alive, beginning to rotate slowly, forming a massive vortex centered around the World Tree Seed and the concentrate’s drop point.

The vortex stirred the overwhelming Life Energy, causing the misty spirit fog above the lake to surge instantly, transforming from a light green haze into dense green clouds, rolling upward into the sky.

Duke could clearly feel the entire Light God Court’s space seemed to tremble slightly.

The earth’s pulse became stronger and more rhythmic, as if a dormant giant beast’s heart was infused with new vitality.

The activity of Energy Particles in the air increased severalfold, particularly the Life Attribute energy, which was so rich it was almost condensing into dewdrops.

The spiritual flowers and exotic grass along the lake’s edge grew and expanded frantically at a speed visible to the naked eye; their leaves became thicker and glossy, flowers blossomed rapidly, colors several times more vibrant than before, and the fragrance was rich without being overwhelming, mixing with the scent of new soil and pure moisture to form a breath that made one’s soul feel comforted.

Initially distributed like veins, the streams became rapidly turbulent and abundant, with the sound of rushing water echoing through the space.

The stream water also carried a faint emerald hue, and wherever it passed, the soil on both banks became noticeably darker and more fertile, with some plants that were once ordinary weeds subtly showing signs of transforming into lower-level magical plants.

The land spanning over eight thousand square kilometers seemed to undergo a silent spring rain baptism, with all things burgeoning and flourishing.

The soil’s fertility, the spirit of the water source, and the energy concentration of the air all reached a new level.

The expansion speed of the Light God Court would inevitably accelerate, as this Spring of Life concentrate almost injected the entire space with stronger vitality.

The World Tree Seed was also absorbing the Life Energy from the Spring of Life, and the germination speed would increase somewhat.

Duke stood up, walked to the lake’s edge, and reached out to scoop a handful of lake water.

It felt cool to the touch, yet not bone-chilling, and instead, a gentle vitality seeped through the skin into his body, quietly dissipating a trace of fatigue within him.

The lake water in his palm maintained that enchanting emerald color, and upon closer inspection, there seemed to be extremely fine, stardust-like golden specks floating within.

All this lake water could serve as top-tier healing herbs, capable of healing both physical and Spiritual Power ailments.

After setting the Spring of Life concentrate correctly, Duke checked the status of the World Tree Seed again.

The seed seemed much the same as before, with no sign of germination.

This seed required an enormous amount of Life Energy to germinate; even after so much feeding with the Heart of the Insect Race and soaking it in the Spring of Life daily, there was still no sign of germination.

Duke knew well that he could not rush it, for cultivating something like the World Tree was indeed not something ordinary people could handle.

Now that the Spring of Life was richer, germination was just a matter of time.

The only concern Duke had was whether his own lifespan could wait until that day.

After all, for the World Tree, hundreds or thousands of years were merely a momentary flicker.

It possessed an almost infinite lifespan, but Duke did not.

As a Level 1 Mage, his lifespan was five hundred years, and even with the one hundred years gained from consuming that fruit, it totaled only six hundred years.

Six hundred years might seem long to ordinary people, but in the grand scale of the Endless Plane, it was merely an instant.

Leaving the Spring of Life lakeside, Duke’s heart thought moved slightly, and his figure appeared in another relatively open area within the Light God Court.

The ancient stone slab excavated from the Echoes of the Void relic stood quietly here.

Facing it once more, Duke could still feel a sense of aged and profound heaviness, accumulated over endless years, rushing toward him.

The stone slab was a hundred meters tall, with a width exceeding thirty meters, its thickness immeasurable, resembling a small mountain.

The material was neither metal nor stone, appearing in a somber grey-black, almost absorbing light, with its surface covered in mottled traces of natural weathering.

Duke closed his eyes, gathering all his mind, like a taut bowstring.

Soon, a wisp of exceedingly concentrated, almost substantial silver Spiritual Power thread slowly extended from his brow, gently yet resolutely touching a relatively flat area on the stone slab’s surface.

At the moment of contact, Duke felt as if his consciousness had been thrown into a raging torrent composed of countless noisy, chaotic, ancient, and intricate thoughts, images, symbols, and fragments of rules.

An endless stream of information surged into his mind at a speed that surpassed his processing limits.

It felt like trying to fit the ocean in a cup; in an instant, his mental defenses teetered, his head aching as if about to split, as if his soul would be washed, torn apart, and assimilated by this torrent.

The levels of these information flows were extremely high, with most content obscure and challenging to comprehend, filled with incomprehensible geometric structures, energy operation diagrams exceeding the current Wizard System’s understanding, and fragmented scenes describing some grand temporal-spatial transformations or rule changes.

Even the edge spray was more than a typical Level 1 Mage could withstand.

Duke groaned, his face turning pale instantly, refraining from forcibly interpreting those high-tier information streams he could not endure, relying instead on his formidable willpower and precise control over his Spiritual Power, arduously steering amid the information flood.