Lear's gaze held a hint of delight.
"You can go rest now."
"In a few days, you can go in to plant the Magic Plants."
Once you get your hands on the Green Star Fruit that boosts strength, you can freely go inside to plant.
Or you can sow the Rock Fruit first.
After speaking, Lear's curiosity was piqued. He dismissed the crowd and then entered the newborn Plane through the Gate of Space.
The scenery changed, and a patch of green appeared in his pupils.
Ahead, towering Ancient Tree Guardians were swaying their branches, seemingly getting used to their current bodies.
After he took control of this nascent Plane, he engraved the Authority of the Swamp into its rules.
These Ancient Tree Guardians naturally became his subordinates without the need for him to imprint a Soul Mark on them.
Sensing Lear's presence, the foremost Ancient Tree Guardian immediately returned to its senses and knelt respectfully on the ground.
"Sovereign, your servants salute you..."
