In a Border Province of the Radiant Holy Tree Empire, behind a towering Barrier and in the center of a bustling city, the light of the Little Holy Tree was noticeably dimmer, no longer able to illuminate the night.
In this day and age, this blessing from the Divine Ancestor was no longer something Imperial Citizens took pride in, but a potential calamity that could erupt at any moment.
The constitutions of one Holy Tree and another could not be generalized. Many Little Holy Trees that could not withstand the Chaos Erosion had succumbed to corruption, but many more had resisted the Erosion and painstakingly survived.
But even for those that hadn't fallen, the locals no longer dared to openly accept the Little Holy Tree's blessing. A blessing that could detonate at any moment was no blessing at all—it was a Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads.
What's more, after the Radiant Holy Tree had been disconnected, the Little Holy Trees could no longer provide any benefits.
