Ascension!

In the days leading up to the tribulation, Verdalor intensified his communion with the elements. He spent hours submerged in meditation, delving into the very essence of the world around him.

His consciousness expanded, bridging the gap between his own existence and the elements themselves. It was a profound union, showing his dep connection and understanding over the world.

Each element contributed to the refinement and enrichment of his spirit energy, fortifying him for the trials that lay ahead.

As the day of the tribulation drew nearer, Verdalor's thoughts turned to the heavens. He gazed upward, his senses attuned to the celestial bodies that graced the night sky.

The moon, with its gentle radiance, held a special place in his preparations.

With each passing night, he absorbed the moon's ethereal light, allowing it to infuse his spirit energy with serenity and clarity.

The moon became a silent companion, a source of inner peace as he readied himself for the challenges that awaited.

In the heart of his verdant sanctuary, Verdalor conducted intricate rituals, invoking the ancient powers that dwelled within the Verdant Forest. He sought the blessings of the spirits that watched over his realm, forging a deeper connection with the very heart of his kingdom.

The spirit beasts that called the Verdant Forest home sensed the impending tribulation of their king. They gathered around him in solemn reverence, their presence imbuing him with their unwavering support.

Verdalor, in his preparations for the impending tribulation, carried within him a deep-seated loathing for the Godkings that resided in the Divine Realm!

This resentment had been nurtured over centuries, fueled by the oppression his kind had endured at their hands.

In the Divine Realm, the Godkings held dominion over the laws that governed the cultivation of spirit beasts.

It was them who decreed that spirit beasts must undergo near-fatal tribulations every time they reached the milestone of 100,000 years in their cultivation stage, and subsequently at every 100,000-year interval thereafter.

This cruel mandate weighed heavily on Verdalor's heart. He saw it as a means of control, a deliberate mechanism to keep spirit beasts in check and prevent them from ascending to their full potential.

It was a cycle of suffering and sacrifice, a relentless ordeal that had persisted for eons.

Verdalor had witnessed countless brethren and friends that had fallen victim to these tribulations, their lives snuffed out prematurely in the pursuit of greater power.

The Godkings' rule had bred a culture of fear and submission among spirit beasts, making them prone to transform into human.

This transformation was filled with conspiracies! If the said transformed humans were not living in the human settlement, their progress will hit a stop.

If they were killed, they still produced a spirit ring and if they married with a human, their kid will have better talent due to the addition of the spirit beast bloodline.

All of this was aiming to improve the human as a whole!

He loathed the system that oppressed his kind, and he saw his upcoming trial as a chance to break free from those chains and declared he will not be defeated in their scheme.

In his heart, Verdalor carried the hopes and aspirations of countless spirit beasts who had suffered under the weight of the Divine Realm's tyranny.

He envisioned a future where spirit beasts could cultivate and evolve without the specter of these harrowing tribulations hanging over them.

With each passing moment, Verdalor's determination grew, and he channeled his resentment into a wellspring of inner strength.

He was ready to confront the trials ahead, not only for his own ascension but for the liberation of his kind from the oppressive rule of the Godkings.

Although, it will be still far in the future, a great ambition at this magnitude needed to be mentioned.

As he stood on the cusp of his tribulation, Verdalor's emerald form radiated with a fierce resolve.

The Verdant Forest itself seemed to echo his determination, its flora and fauna standing in silent solidarity.

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Amidst the ancient forest of the Spirit Beast Realm, the towering figure of Verdalor, the 199,999 year old World Tree, stood as a sentinel of his growing kingdom.

His massive trunk, adorned with countless branches and emerald leaves, cast a soothing shade over the lush landscape beneath him.

Verdalor had existed for millennia, but now he stood at the precipice of his 200,000 years ascension, ready to undergo the tribulation imposed by the Godking.

The forest seemed to hush in anticipation, as the breeze carried a hushed murmur through the leaves.

The spirits of the forest gathered, sensing the imminent challenge that Verdalor would face. It was a somber yet grand moment in the realm of Spirit Beasts.

Verdalor, with his wisdom and age, knew the magnitude of the tribulation that awaited him. His branches rustled softly, conveying an air of calm determination.

As the sun dipped beneath the horizon and the moon ascended, the tribulation clouds began to descend from the heavens. A radiant aura enveloped Verdalor, his leaves shimmering with iridescent hues.

The tribulation had begun.

The very essence of the Verdant Forest seemed to hold its breath, as if nature itself was witnessing this momentous event.

The spirit beasts that resided in his kingdom, from the wisest ancient beings to the tiniest woodland creatures, gathered in solemn silence, their presence forming an unspoken bond of support for their revered World Tree.

Verdalor's branches swayed gently in response to the celestial energy that encircled him, creating an ethereal dance of emerald and silver in the moonlight.

His ancient roots, firmly anchored in the earth, drew strength from the depths of the land, reinforcing his resolve.

The tribulation was an ordeal of immense power and cosmic significance. It was a test of not only Verdalor's strength but also his mastery to his elements.

As the tribulation clouds rumbles intensified, they surrounded Verdalor with tribulation energies.

They surged through his ancient form, illuminating him in a breathtaking display of celestial radiance.

Verdalor's thoughts were a mosaic of memories, wisdom, and determination. He remembered the several centuries that had passed, the spirits he had watched over, and the aspirations of his kind.

He knew that this tribulation was not just about his own ascension but also about challenging the oppressive rule of the Godkings, offering hope to spirit beasts everywhere.

Amidst the celestial energy and the hushed reverence of the forest, Verdalor's eyes, deep and ancient, glistened with unyielding resolve.

He would face this tribulation with unwavering strength, for he carried the hopes and dreams of his kind within his colossal heart.

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The air grew charged with energy, and the forest quaked in response, as if the nature itself held its breath in anticipation of the great tribulation about to unfold.

The first trial manifested as a deluge of celestial fire, which rained down upon Verdalor's majestic canopy.

The flames, bright and scorching, seemed like liquid sunbeams, casting the entire forest in a surreal and otherworldly radiance.

His leaves withstood the ferocious onslaught, shimmering with an emerald brilliance that rivaled the intensity of the divine flames.

Each leaf flickered like an emerald flame, pulsating with life and resilience.

The celestial fire tested his resistance to his most obvious weakness, yet Verdalor stood firm, a sentinel of unwavering determination in the face of divine fury.

'The remain of the Fire Dragon King is worth the effort!' he thought while winced a little due to the scorching fire.

The second trial materialized as colossal thorns, sharp as the divine swords of old, emerging from the earth around him.

These formidable thorns reached for his ancient roots, their malevolent intent clear. They threatened to sever the profound connections he had nurtured with the earth over countless centuries, the lifeblood of his being.

Verdalor's branches, thick and robust, entwined with one another, creating an intricate web.

With a forceful surge of his inner strength, he repelled the thorns, pushing them back with a display of raw power that defied the oppressive force of the sharp thorns.

In doing so, he protected the sanctity of his roots, preserving the ancient bond that anchored him to the heart of the Verdant Forest.

The third and final trial was an intense storm, an outpouring of intense gale, as if the heavens themselves wept tears of judgment.

The winds lashed at Verdalor's colossal form with relentless fury, their force akin to the cataclysmic tempests that shaped the world.

The storm's intent was clear: to divide Verdalor into pieces, to cast him into the abyss of the unknown!

His massive trunk swayed under the relentless onslaught, the verdant canopy above him quivering, leaves and branches dancing in wild disarray.

Yet Verdalor clung to the earth with unwavering determination, like a mighty anchor that refused to be moved.

His ancient roots delved deep into the earth's core, forging an unbreakable bond with the land that had cradled him for centuries.

Despite the tempest's mighty efforts, Verdalor remained resolute, a testament to his unwavering spirit and connection to the world he so profoundly cherished.

Hours passed like eternities, and Verdalor's leaves glistened with the sweat of his immense effort. Each moment stretched out, as though time itself had slowed to savor the transformation of this ancient being.

His heart pulsated in perfect harmony with the rhythm of the forest, a steady drumbeat of determination that echoed through the verdant expanse.

The spirits of the forest, once silent observers, now emboldened by his resilience, added their ethereal energy to his, their presence manifesting as soft glows among the foliage.

With a final, herculean burst of strength, Verdalor deflected the divine tempest, a declaration of victory over the formidable tribulation.

The tempest, the fiery trial, and the thorny ordeal had tested his spirit, his resolve, and the very essence of his existence, but he had emerged unbroken, a symbol of triumph over adversity.

As dawn broke, and the forest sighed in collective relief, Verdalor stood taller and more radiant than ever before.

The realm of Spirit Beasts, and indeed the entire Spirit Beast world, had borne witness to the ascension of a 200,000-year-old World Tree.

His wisdom had deepened, the wellspring of knowledge within him now deeper than the roots that anchored him to the earth.

His power had grown, radiating with an aura even more harmonious with the natural world.

The very air seemed to thrum with his newfound strength, resonating with the harmonious symphony of the forest.

Verdalor had transcended his own limits, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt that the indomitable spirit of the Spirit Beasts could withstand even the most formidable challenges imposed by the Godking's tribulation.

His branches rustled with a newfound strength, the leaves that adorned them shimmered with the wisdom of the ages, and the aura that enveloped him exuded a regal authority that only a 200,000-year-old World Tree could command.

With this triumphant transformation, Verdalor could now declare himself a king in his own right, a ruler among Spirit Beasts, and there would be no repercussions from others in the Spirit Beast world.

His ascension marked not only his own achievement but also a testament to the enduring spirit of freedom and resilience that defined his kind.

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"Well, Verdalor," he mused aloud, his voice carrying through his lair, "you've done it. You've really pushed your limits and come out on top."

A gentle breeze rustled his leaves, as if the forest itself were joining in the conversation.

Verdalor continued, "I mean, seriously, who would've thought a World Tree like me could withstand that divine tempest? Those fiery trials and thorny challenges weren't a walk in the park, that's for sure."

His branches swayed as if nodding in agreement, and he chuckled softly to himself. "I guess I've shown them all, haven't I? Now, I can go to the core of the Great Star Dou Forest and be welcomed!"

As he contemplated his newfound power, Verdalor couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. "The Spirit Beast world won't be the same anymore."

"With this strength, I can finally make a real plan to grab all those Heaven and Earth Treasures, MUAHAHA!"

Then, he made his voice to be heard through out his kingdom, the spirit beasts, the elders of each tribes, and his most loyal subjects, the Treant Generals all seemed to listen, as if sharing in his excitement.

"My subject! Now, I'm not just a World Tree that lorded over the Verdant Forest anymore!" his voice boomed through the forest.

"I'm Verdalor, the Last of its Kind, Symbol of the Auspicious Emperors, King of the Verdure and the Felid and Lord of the Verdant Kingdom!" Verdalor bellowed, the very earth trembling in acknowledgment of his declaration.

Verdalor continued, "The trials I've faced, the tribulations I've overcome, they weren't just for me, but for all of us. The future's looking bright, hehehe." 

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