Praying

After finally approaching it, she reached out a trembling hand and grabbed the seed.

The blood-stained kernel of the World Tree seed disappeared in the palm of her hand, and her palm, like Xia Yingluo's before, appeared with a gorgeous golden-green leaf mark, except that the leaf mark was broken and incomplete.

The seed of the World Tree melted into her palm, trying to drill down her belly with her bloodline, but it did not move an inch. It had long been clear of this result—who could give birth to it except the Queen? It only uttered an unwilling scream and stopped its futile attempts.

[Press the emergency bell! Quickly!] The voice of the World Tree seed echoed in Gu Jinxiu's mind, commanding her.