200,000 Years Old Innate Abilities!

Verdalor's massive form stood resplendent in the heart of the Verdant Forest, surrounded by the spirits of the woodland, the creatures of the realm, and the loyal Spirit Beasts who had come to pay homage to their new sovereign.

The air was filled with an air of excitement and reverence as they gathered under the dappled sunlight.

One by one, the Spirit Beasts approached Verdalor, bowing or nodding their heads in a show of respect.

Verdalor, with a regal air, acknowledged each of them, expressing his gratitude for their support.

The entire forest seemed to hum with the energy of the new Fierce Beast and the promise of a brighter future for their kingdom.

After several pleasantries and promises of allegiance, Verdalor retreated to his lair, a secluded grove where his roots delved deep into the earth.

Here, in the quiet sanctuary of his roots, he could reflect on the profound changes that had occurred as a result of his successful ascension through the tribulation.

Verdalor's eyes slowly closed, and he focused his thoughts on the depths of his being. In that serene sanctuary within, a remarkable transformation was taking place.

He felt it, an electric surge of vitality that emanated from the very core of his existence, coursing through every fiber of his being.

It was as if the tribulation had awakened dormant energies, tapping more and more in his latent potential, and revitalized his ancient spirit.

With a deep breath, Verdalor opened his eyes and beheld the majestic spectacle of his own massive form.

The subtle yet significant changes he had sensed were now visible, thanks to his triumph of histribulation.

His leaves, once a lush and vibrant green, now shimmered with a lustrous, iridescent sheen that surpassed anything he had ever seen.

They glistened with an otherworldly radiance, as though they were infused with the very essence of life itself.

As he shifted his attention to his roots, the conduits that anchored him to the earth, he could sense their transformation. They had evolved into channels of immense power, drawing energy from the land in ways that transcended their previous connection.

They were no longer mere anchors; they were now had the abilities to connect with the lifeblood of the Verdant Forest, they were pulsating with strength and vitality.

Verdalor marveled at the upgrade he had undergone, not just in terms of physicality but also in the deepening of his connection to the world. 

His natural cultivation speed was even faster now compared to before, maybe this was a natural cause as the spirit energy requirement to reach the next stage, 300,000 years old, was truly huge!

Deep within the ancient core of Verdalor's being, his inner world had undergone a profound transformation that defied the limits of mere imagination.

It was a realm of boundless wonder and mystery, a place where the very essence of his existence converged with the energies provided by the tribulation.

This sacred sanctuary had flourished, sprouting with new life and energy in the wake of his triumphant ascension through the tribulation.

Within this inner world, the dragon king's remnants, once a mere ethereal presence, had transcended the boundaries of its former confinement.

Now, they were deeply integrated with the very fabric of this enchanted realm, their Fire and Water Law provided a harmonious undercurrent that pulsed through every corner.

This potent infusion had granted Verdalor a deeper connection with the spirit of the dragon king, bestowing upon him a profound understanding of ancient law.

Now, he was truly impervious to fire and water attacks that were below his cultivation as the aforementioned laws changed his barks to be more resistant to them.

But the most captivating transformation occurred within the enchanting meadows and lush gardens of this inner world, where a breathtaking spectacle unfolded.

The immortal herbs, which had already thrived in this mystical domain, had not only multiplied but had taken on an astonishing vivacity.

Their vibrant colors had become even more vivid, each leaf and petal painted with hues of iridescent greens, fiery reds, and celestial blues.

The fragrances that wafted through the air within this inner world were intoxicating, a heady mix of floral sweetness and earthy richness.

The delicate scent of the herbs now carried a subtle, mystical undertone, as if they whispered secrets of growth, resilience, and eternity.

These herbs were no longer mere botanical wonders; they had evolved into conduits of unique power.

They can be seen happily conversed with each other, satisfied by their choice to follow Verdalor. Now, they had reached 90,000 years old from measly 10,000-50,000 years old spirit beasts.

They can never imagined that they can achieve this results just by living inside Verdalor's inner world.

Verdalor promised to teach them to transform into a more humanoid form in the future if they reached 100,000 years old.

All of them were thrilled because they had never before walked or even considered traveling across the very Earth they had taken root in.

Verdalor chuckled at their antics and he felt a genuine concerns and feelings for them as they were rare creatures that were kind and innocent in this harsh world.

As Verdalor explored more of his improved inner world, he discovered that the enhanced vitality of these immortal herbs had granted him an extraordinary ability.

With a thought, he could call upon his new innate skill, channeling it will allow him to accelerate the growth and healing of plants in the Verdant Forest.

This new gift allowed him to restore life to withered trees, rejuvenate ailing foliage, and even accelerate the sprouting of new plant life, ushering in an era of unparalleled renewal for his domain.

But that's not the end of it, he can absorb them to heal his injuries. Plus, he can also shaped them into his armies of Treant.

Unfortunately, the Treants created from these skill were not a true living creature as when Verdalor retracted his spirit energies from them, they will turn back into a normal trees.

Nevertheless, it was a great skill because the artificial Treants had the strength of 50,000 years old spirit beast and their strength will only be stronger when Verdalor's cultivation increased.

Verdalor, as he delved deeper into his newly enriched inner world, unearthed yet another astounding ability.

This newfound power was unlike any other, for it allowed him to produce a second, unique copy of himself, effectively splitting his essence into two distinct entities.

With this extraordinary gift, Verdalor could be in two places at once, tending to the needs of his realm and his subjects in ways previously unimaginable.

But it came with a remarkable catch, each of the two copies possessed its own set of abilities and they can't shared the same skill.

For example, one copy bore the Nurturing Aura, enhancing the growth and cultivation of the Verdant Forest's flora and fauna.

While the other copy was endowed with all of Verdalor's other abilities such as his inner world and the capacity to command the forces of his artificial Treants.

With the new innate skill, this meant that one copy could venture beyond the borders of the Verdant Forest, extending his influence into distant lands, guiding and nurturing the Spirit Beasts that resided far beyond his kingdom.

The nurturing aura he radiated would quicken the pace of their cultivation, infusing the world with vitality, and inspiring foreign spirit beasts to reach new heights.

Then, they will likely to come and join his burgeoning kingdom! Which translated to more spirit beasts that will give him a free spirit energies from his domain's feedback.

Meanwhile, the other copy of Verdalor would remain within the forest, ensuring the safety, unity, and protection of his subjects, and serving as a beacon of strength that had always defined him.

This division of abilities represented a balanced approach, where Verdalor could be a king who both nurtured and defended, supported and guided, ensuring the Verdant Forest thrived in all aspects.

The accumulated spirit energies that he collected from his subjects will be stored, can be fused back into the original copy.

With this ability to be in two places at once and the capacity to influence the growth of his subjects, he was truly poised to lead the Spirit Beasts into a new era of prosperity, unity, and harmony.

The Verdant Forest, his beloved kingdom, would flourish like never before, and the legacy of Verdalor, the Last of its Kind and King of the Plant Spirit Beasts, would reach far beyond the boundaries of his woodland realm.

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Amidst the towering canopy of the Verdant Forest, Verdalor, the King of the Verdure and Felid, stood with an air of authority.

His massive form radiated a sense of power and purpose as he called for his loyal generals of treants, the guardians and stewards of the forest's heart.

His deep voice resonated through the woodland, echoing a solemn summons.

"Generals!" Verdalor declared, "I call upon you to gather before me."

With a rustling of leaves and the steady tread of their massive wooden feet, the treant generals emerged one by one.

These mighty beings, ancient and wise, bore the weight of their responsibilities with dignity. They assembled in a semicircle, their eyes fixed upon their officially crowned king.

The generals acknowledged their king with deep nods and expressions of profound respect. The eldest among them, spoke for the group, "Your Majesty, we stand at your command. Our roots run deep with your reign."

Verdalor nodded in acknowledgment and spoke with a tone of authority. ""Our realm has expanded, and with it, our family of Spirit Beasts has grown.

We must hasten our quest to gather more plant spirit beast tribes, to unite them under our banner, and nurture them as our own."

The treant generals, understanding the urgency and the significance of this mission, bowed their colossal heads in solemn agreement.

"My King, we understand the urgency and importance of this mission. We shall carry out your will with utmost dedication.

For the harmony of the Verdant Forest and the prosperity of the Spirit Beasts!" one of the generals declared on behalf of the group, their voices a chorus of unwavering loyalty.

The remaining generals rumbled their agreement, their collective presence affirming their unwavering loyalty. "We shall do this dutifully! Our might will be their shield, and our wisdom their guide."

Verdalor's eyes gleamed with pride for his trusted treants. "I have every confidence in your abilities. The Verdant Kingdom's future rests upon our unity and care for our fellow Spirit Beasts."

In appreciation of their dedication and to reward their loyalty, Verdalor reached out to a hidden branch, where glistening orbs of World Tree's sap hung like precious jewels.

These saps contained a nutrient that was immensely valuable for treants, for it introduced potent Life Energy into their wooden bodies.

It was a source of strength and vitality, a substance that would strengthen their Treant Physiques and empower them to fulfill their new mission with greater vigor.

"I offer you these precious saps," Verdalor said, extending a cluster of the glistening orbs toward the treant generals.

"May they nourish your spirits and enhance your strength. With this Life Energy, you shall become even more formidable protectors of our realm and of our new brethren."

The treant generals accepted the gift with reverence, each carefully taking an orb of sap and securing it within their massive forms.

They bowed once more, their wooden features exuding gratitude and resolve.

All of them, with a deep reverence, accepted one of the orbs of sap. "Your kindness knows no bounds, my King. This Life Energy shall make us even more formidable protectors of our realm and our new brethren."

"Your kindness knows no bounds, my King. This Life Energy shall make us even more formidable protectors of our realm and our new brethren," they rumbled collectively, their loyalty unwavering.

Verdalor, content with their commitment, concluded, "May you return with our new kin, and may the Verdant Forest flourish in unity and strength. You are the guardians of our legacy."

The treant generals, hearts filled with determination and reverence, bowed once more before their king. "We are honored to serve, Your Majesty. Our roots are bound to your vision, and our strength is your shield,"

As the treant generals departed to embark on their mission, Verdalor watched with a sense of pride. The steadfast loyalty of his subjects showed the strength and harmony that had been achieved under his reign.

With these loyal treant generals as his stewards and protectors, Verdalor knew that the Verdant Forest would thrive as never before, and its legacy would be boundless.