World Tree

Dobroslav deftly wove an intricate pattern with his hands, the movements fluid and precise, as he began chanting in a commanding tone,

"Yami no kongen yo,

subete wo kowase, kurae, kuraitsukuse!

Makai no yami ni tsutsumare! Ideyo mashinju!

Madō no yonjū: World Tree Resurgence."

A colossal demonic tree erupted from the ground, its roots burrowing deep into the earth at the very spot where Dobroslav stood. As the imposing structure unfolded, Dobroslav couldn't help but indulge in a vile smirk, relishing the manifestation of his potent conjuration. Observing the arcane display, Xia approached her young master with a sense of camaraderie, signalling Pajojo to join them.

Pajojo, grappling with the reality of the situation, couldn't help but voice his concerns, "So, I suppose heading to Silverpeak University is no longer the wisest choice?"

Dobroslav met his inquisitive gaze with a gentle smile, "I always knew you were smart."

Although the news did not sit well with Pajojo, who had envisioned a safe haven within the university walls for cultivating his skills, he found himself reluctantly accepting the inevitable. Seeking clarity, he inquired, "What's the plan now?" Then, hesitatingly, he added, "And how should I address you, young master?"

Dobroslav's laughter rang through the air, "No need for such formality. I keep telling Xia the same, but she won't stop. We are companions now; just call me Dobroslav." The informal invitation to camaraderie echoed with a sense of unity, dispelling the formality that had once characterised their interactions.

As the demonic tree continued its relentless growth, the dungeon began to crumble, its walls collapsing upon those who had managed to survive the chaotic upheaval. Yet, under the protective aura of Dobroslav, who had summoned the tree, he and his party found themselves in a secure enclave, shielded from the perilous collapse. The towering tree thrived on the souls of the fallen, each one contributing to its ascent. It grew relentlessly until it reached an imposing height of over a hundred meters, finally ceasing its upward surge. The dark leaves shimmered with an otherworldly yin energy, hinting at an imminent and significant occurrence.

Dobroslav's gaze shifted, "Pajojo, establish some arrays around us. We might have guests." His words carried a subtle caution, anticipating potential intruders in their newfound haven. Simultaneously, the sky fractured above, as purple-pinkish clouds spilled into the confined realm. Observing the surreal scene, Xia recognised the significance, "So that's the meaning behind the colour of the sky that has lingered above us for a while now!" On the contrary, Pajojo, baffled by the unfolding events, sought clarification, "Could you explain?"

Dobroslav turned to Pajojo, his expression calm and explanatory. "This world is not the only realm in existence. In fact, there are many more worlds, each existing on different planes―some higher, some lower―where cultivation takes on various forms. Whether it's referred to as magic, sorcery, ninjutsu, techniques, or curses, the essence of cultivation pervades these diverse worlds. Our world happens to be one of the lower realms, and the boundaries separating these worlds have begun to weaken. That ominous pink sky we observed was an indication of these cracks in the fabric of our reality."

Gesturing toward the colossal demonic tree and the energy emanating from it, Dobroslav continued, "I utilised the energy gathered from the fallen in this trial to provide a final push, breaking through the weakening barriers. The guests I mentioned earlier will be invaders from different worlds, drawn to the breach we've created. But don't be overly concerned. In due time, a portal leading to another world will manifest in front of us, offering a pathway to new realms." The explanation held a sense of assurance, as Dobroslav unveiled the unfolding intricacies of the interconnected worlds that surrounded them.