Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 1329 - 709: The Beauty’s Ocean_3

The true reason the Tree Spirits acted this way was due to their innate shyness and their fear of being hurt.

Because Tree Spirits are an immortal fae race, as long as their symbiotic trees do not die, they will not perish. Even when their symbiotic trees are on the brink of death, they can avoid such a fate by transferring their symbiotic spell.

However, once they fall in love with someone, it marks the beginning of tragedy. For their lovers are destined to die before them, and their deep devotion to love makes them unable to escape this shadow. They spiral into madness and withering—not death, but a dreadful darkness, living off destruction and reveling in tearing apart loving couples.

Thus, the simplest and most brutal method is to end things before attachment arises and shift all emotions towards a newborn, which becomes the most perfect choice.

When they discovered the unique aura of a Tree Spirit emanating from Gaven, they were naturally shocked. It completely shattered their understanding.

Gaven recalled his situation carefully and remarked that calling himself a Tree Spirit now didn’t seem wrong.

Because his soul consciousness was bound to the Dragon Oak Mother Tree, as part of her soul consciousness—albeit only half. After his death, he wouldn’t truly die; his soul would merely return to the Dragon Oak Mother Tree for rebirth. Instead, if the Dragon Oak Mother Tree died, he would vanish entirely with her.

Isn’t this the very symbiosis of Tree Spirits?

Even the druidic powers that he had just awakened were incredibly similar to those of the Tree Spirits.

Surely this wasn’t just a simple coincidence.

However, the mention of this "Child of Prophecy" seemed far more mysterious.

Where exactly did this prophecy come from?

In Felen, prophecies are not something to believe in completely. If you do believe them wholly, it’s very easy to fall into a trap, as they often involve tricky paradoxes.

Your actions could very well result in the prophecy’s fulfillment.

Even your inaction might become the critical reason for the prophecy coming true.

In the end, they leave you bound and paralyzed, making ignorance seem preferable.

Yet, if you disregard them entirely, you set yourself up for a severe strike from fate.

As for how unique his own origins might be, only he knew. It would truly be bizarre if some prophecy ended up aligning with him!

Even the God of Prophecy, Savras, likely wouldn’t dare take such a gamble. Speaking of which, that old man still seemed to be locked away in the Scepter of Savras.

Who cares!

Such matters aren’t his forte in the first place. Whether it’s a misunderstanding or if he truly is that Child of Prophecy, the real trick was to fully leverage it—convincing these children of nature that he was one of them would be the key to success.

Planting the Dragon Oak Staff firmly before him, Gaven directly connected with the Dragon Oak Mother Tree. The Light of Dream radiated from him, enveloping the surroundings entirely. He proclaimed loudly, "This is the passage from the Dragon Oak Dream Realm. It will allow you to travel there and experience its unique scenery for yourselves. Do not resist this sensation."

The Dragon Oak Mother’s ethereal image once more appeared behind Gaven.

Gaven realized that his detailed explanation had been entirely unnecessary. These Tree Spirits were extremely sensitive to natural auras; they could discern his condition from afar—and now, with such a large invocation of the Dragon Oak Mother Tree’s power, his circumstances were unmistakable.

Not only did they not avoid it, but they willingly embraced the light, bathing themselves in it. Many who had originally been outside the Light of Dream’s range voluntarily leapt into it.

Seeing this, Gaven hurriedly sat cross-legged and followed the Light of Dream into the Dragon Oak Dream Realm.

In an instant, Gaven felt as though he had plunged into an ocean of beauties.

All around him were figures of unmatched elegance and grace. Their appearances were strikingly similar to elves—slender, refined, and with exquisitely enchanting features. Their eyes shone with hues matching his hair color, their shifting gaze brimming with an irresistible charisma, seeming to draw others into their world. Yet, their hair and skin varied in hue.

Some possessed long green hair reminiscent of Lord Virginia’s, paired with the sweetest and most enchanting smile. Their skin was a rich brown, evoking the spirit of spring at first glance.

Others had fiery red hair, lips like flames, and eyes that seemed to flow with allure, as if they could captivate one’s very soul—an embodiment of blazing summer.

Some bore golden-yellow hair, adorned in flowing garments of the same shade, evoking vivid images of autumn leaves. Their skin carried a slightly shadowed tone, emanating an aura of melancholy.

Others had snow-white hair, their stunning faces shimmering with an icy chill. Their skin was as alabaster as snow, radiating an aura of unapproachability—quintessentially wintry.

The most exceptional among them was the woman encircled at the center as if revered by the stars themselves. Her hair, skin, and eye color were not static but rather in a state of gradual transformation—spring to summer, summer to autumn, autumn to winter, winter back to spring, repeating endlessly in harmony.

One could feel her transitions, yet not as something fleeting or abrupt.

Staring at her for any length of time seemed to make the passage of seasons and the flow of time tangibly clear.

She was Radanaxi, the Queen of Arosh, the Tree Spirit Kingdom.

Most Tree Spirits chose solitary lives, though they were far from lonely. They were constantly surrounded by myriad natural creatures—other fae races, Half-Goat People, Treants, or Half-Centaurs. Occasionally, there might even be a revered Unicorn by their side.

Their hair and skin tones changed with the seasons, reflecting their symbiosis with trees.

A gathering like the one in the Tree Spirit Kingdom, with as many as eighteen Tree Spirits united, was exceedingly rare even in the Fairy Wilderness. Here, their hair and skin tones no longer shifted with the seasons but instead adapted to their emotions, showcasing their individuality and distinctiveness.

Their attire was sparse, often favoring gossamer fabrics. These were clearly not human-made textiles but unique creations of the fae.

Some garments were as light and cool as morning mist, translucent and ethereal.

Others mirrored a post-rain rainbow, shifting in color to match the hues of their hair and skin. Queen Radanaxi’s gown was crafted from just such material.

Some glimmered like a field of stars, softly twinkling with a steadfast light, drawing all eyes to them.

Others gleamed like the rising sun, casting a radiant glow over their entire being without overshadowing their innate beauty, serving only as an accessory to their brilliance.