"We meet again."
The World Tree spoke for the first time, its voice grand and layered, resonating in one's eardrums.
Han Zhan remained silent, offering no response.
"Fate cannot be defied. Everything you do now will ultimately be in vain."
"Are you sure you still want to continue?"
The World Tree continued.
This time, Han Zhan spoke, giving an answer:
"Whether it can be defied or not, we'll know after the battle."
The conversation ended.
The World Tree revealed its true form, a mythical state, a gigantic tree stretching to the heavens, nearly filling the entire arena.
On its lush golden branches hung the corpses of four Radiant Black Creator Gods.
Each divine corpse, even in death, exuded an overwhelming presence.
Anyone of ordinary disposition would explode just by glancing at it, for the divine cannot be desecrated.
Divine blood, containing terrifying energy, was flowing down the branches, converging at the root of the tree.
