Reincarnated as a Divine Tree

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Upon returning to the ancestral hall, Ji Yang did not immediately begin the next simulation. Instead, he stood quietly, gazing forward as if waiting for something.

But no matter how long he waited, no prompt appeared.

This made him feel increasingly frustrated—even his trunk darkened slightly in reaction.

So this time, he gained nothing at all?

He stared at the remaining number of simulation attempts—just one left—and without any hesitation, Ji Yang activated it again.

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You were born in a forest. In order to grow into a towering tree as soon as possible, you begin striving to grow!

Ji Yang remained unmoved as the prompt appeared before his eyes.

A forest, huh? Just an ordinary map—nothing interesting about it.

But just as he was about to give up on trying, something flickered in the corner of his vision. A familiar cicada took flight.

It wasn’t very large. Its head and abdomen were brownish-yellow, bearing the tree-ring-like patterns he remembered, while its broad, translucent wings shimmered faintly as if they had witnessed countless ages.

At the sight of it, a jolt of emotion surged in Ji Yang’s heart.

Wasn’t that the Autumn Cicada—the very same one he had seen during his first simulation?

Now it was perched quietly on a tree not too far from him, some distance still between them.

Ji Yang’s gaze, fixed on the cicada, held a complex mix of emotions.

He wasn't merely looking at a cicada. What he saw was the embodiment of a cultivation path he had once chosen but never followed.

Still, he quickly calmed himself.

In this run, he had entered the simulation using a single multiplier, meaning he had brought none of his abilities. Right now, he was just an ordinary tree.

No, not even a tree yet—just a sapling struggling to grow.

To attract the Autumn Cicada, he would first need to grow into a tall and robust tree.

But more importantly, there was no guarantee the cicada would choose to land on him again. It might never return. Still, Ji Yang knew he had to try.

And that meant one thing—waiting.

While waiting, he carefully observed his surroundings. He had no intention of dying before he’d even managed to grow.

Fortunately, the forest was calm. Shafts of sunlight filtered gently through the leaves, bathing the area in a warm and tranquil glow.

Most importantly, he saw no sign of that damned Black Gold Beast.

Time passed. Seasons cycled one after another.

Having witnessed countless changes between spring and winter, Ji Yang grew steadily from a fragile sapling into a sturdy tree with thick bark and wide-spread branches.

The entire process had been peaceful—nothing dramatic had happened. The Autumn Cicada, still perched on that distant tree, had not moved nor flown away.

That brought Ji Yang a faint sense of relief and hope. Now that he had become a flourishing tree, could it come perch on him already?

Unfortunately, that hope remained unfulfilled. The Autumn Cicada did not show any signs of changing its perch.

And what puzzled him even more was that so much time had passed, yet the cicada hadn’t even started to absorb any sap. Instead, it stayed motionless, as though sunk in silence.

Unease crept into Ji Yang’s heart.

Even though he had now grown into a full tree, his lifespan was still limited. If the Autumn Cicada continued to remain inactive, he feared he’d grow old and wither again—just like the last time.

If only he had entered this simulation using a higher multiplier—perhaps with abilities like reinforced roots or adaptive growth—then he could have drained the nutrients from every nearby tree and made himself stand out, or even become the only tree in the area, increasing the chances of drawing the cicada’s attention.

But without those advantages, all he could do was wait.

Time rolled forward. His trunk thickened further, and among the forest trees, he stood out more and more. Yet the Autumn Cicada remained unmoved.

Was it dead? Ji Yang found himself wondering. Otherwise, how could it resist a trunk as magnificent as his?

Slowly, his growth halted. Each year, fewer green leaves sprouted from his branches. Even his deep-buried roots began to loosen.

His lifespan was nearing its end. He was going to die of old age again.

Ji Yang could feel it with perfect clarity—but there was nothing he could do.

The opportunity was right before him, and he still couldn’t reach it. His heart filled with conflicting emotions.

Just when he thought he would once again fade into a silent and tragic tree death, a ripple of disturbance rose in the distance—and with it, a new prompt appeared.

Wild beasts are stirring in the forest. In order to resist the incoming beast tide, you choose: