Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1103, The Centaur Clan

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

An existence like the True Spirit of the Imperial Artifact, who had lived for countless years, spoke words that were always worth pondering. Especially when it came to teachings like these—they deserved careful contemplation.

“The world changes, people fade… Seas turn into mulberry fields…” Murmuring softly, Yu Zi Yu’s eyes couldn’t help but flicker incessantly.

[I suppose that’s the price of pursuing power. Not everyone can walk this path with me to the end. Perhaps after a single session of seclusion, a single cycle of cultivation… would be the last time…]

[Haaa… As the True Spirit once said, the world may change, people may vanish, but time alone endures. I must learn to adapt. I cannot be like the Half-Step Eternal of legend—the one who, in his fury, buried half the galaxy in the sands of time.]

[In his pursuit of Eternity, he entered deep seclusion for hundreds of thousands of years. But when he finally emerged, the vast Divine Dynasty he had built had long since crumbled to dust. His once-glorious Bloodline had withered to a lone descendant, struggling to survive. And that day, the world lost its color. The Sun and Moon dimmed, their radiance fading into oblivion. With the celestial bodies at his back, he raised the phantom of his fallen dynasty… and half the world was swallowed by the sands of time. The wrath of that Half-Step Eternal was beyond mortal comprehension!]

*Haaaa…* Heaving a deep sigh, Yu Zi Yu pushed aside the thoughts rising in his mind.

That was still beyond his reach. His seclusions were long, but not nearly as long as hundreds of thousands of years.

A few decades, perhaps a few centuries, were more than enough.

Even so, he needed to cherish his time in seclusion.

After all, one could never be too careful. If something truly unexpected happened while he was in seclusion, even the entire Western Sector might be plunged into chaos and bloodshed.

After all, he had never been a benevolent being.

In addition, he also had Evolution Points, which required slaughter to accumulate them.

If not for his concern for Nine Tails, Ling Er, and the others, he would have long let himself loose.

In the end, Nine Tails, Ling Er, and the others were not just his subordinates, they were the ties that bound him to the universe.

To have ties was to have restraint, to fear bringing calamity upon one’s ‘Family.’

However, if he were to lose these restraints, Yu Zi Yu might truly descend into madness, a beast released from its cage, falling completely into the Demonic Path.

…

At this point, narrowing his gaze, Yu Zi Yu began forming his second Divine Tree.

The Divine Lightning Tree was purely offensive, the most tyrannical among his creations.

Next, drawing upon his Innate Talent—Absolute Evolution, and with the Tree of Miracles as its vessel, Yu Zi Yu was planning to create his most mysterious Divine Tree, the Divine Tree of Myriad Forms.

The Divine Tree of Myriad Forms…the name myriad forms carried the meaning of ‘all-encompassing existence,’ derived from the phrase ‘endless and all-encompassing manifestations.’

It also signified ‘ever-changing, yet with constancy within change.’

If he managed to succeed in creating this Divine Tree, Yu Zi Yu’s abilities would become unfathomable and unpredictable.

At that point, he might be able to wield the powers of nearly every Divine Tree, perhaps even glimpse into the mysteries of countless races.

However, if he truly reached such heights, he would likely be on the cusp of Eternity itself.

For now, however, the most pressing matter was creating the prototype of the Divine Tree of Myriad Forms.

With this thought, Yu Zi Yu’s consciousness sank into his true body, and he once again entered seclusion.

As for the matters of the outside world or anything else, nothing else could shake his determination.

…

Time flowed like a silent river, decades had passed in the blink of an eye.

And during these decades, the Western Sector had undergone earth-shattering changes.

First, after the first Holy Light Conference, the five strongest Forces of the Western Sector began annexing countless smaller Forces.

In just a few short years, even the Demon Court’s territory had expanded immensely,

With their Prime Galaxies increasing to three.

A Prime Galaxy was a fully conquered galaxy, inhabited entirely by the Demon Court’s forces. All their resources now belonged solely to them.

And now, beyond the Milky Way Galaxy, the Demon Court had also taken control of the Elythos Galaxy, the home of Planet Elysia. Moreover, they had also seized control of another galaxy adjacent to the Milky Way, the Centauris Galaxy, home to the Centaur Clan.

Unfortunately, the Centaur Clan refused to submit to the Demon Court. Thus, in order to avoid violating the ‘Holy Light Agreement’, the Demon Court was left with no choice but to declare war on the Centaur Clan, albeit with great regret.

The Centaur Clan was not weak. Within the Western Sector, they were considered a third-tier Force.

Although the title ‘third-tier’ might not sound impressive, it was still a Force of significance.

They possessed dozens of Tier-5 True Gods, and wielded a Tier-7 Artifact—Cloudstride Boots.

However, just as many Forces were eagerly anticipating a battle between the Centaur Clan and the Demon Court, the Demon Court, this newly ascended top-tier Force, with undefeatable might, demonstrated to the world what it truly meant to be a top-tier Force.

That day, in the Centauris Galaxy, near the Milky Way, countless celestial bodies dimmed, as warships, as numerous as the stars, emerged from the farthest reaches of the void.

Amidst this vast fleet, a colossal flagship, as immense as a continent, slowly advanced forward.

At that moment, the flagship’s main cannon slowly lifted its barrel, and a deafening explosion shook the world, while the entire Starry Sky was engulfed in a blinding purple beam.

And the planet of the Centaur Clan, Centaur Prime, under the stunned gazes of countless witnesses, was swallowed whole by the purple beam.

And with that, the entire Centaur Prime fell into absolute silence, from deafening uproar to lifeless stillness.

And as everyone stared at Centaur Prime, each and every powerhouses’ pupils shrank to pinpoints, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

Even the envoys of the Angel Race and the Titan God Clan were visibly shaken, because in that moment, before their very eyes, the once-mighty Centaur army began to disintegrate.

One after another, Centaur Warriors, before they could even show any effort to resist, were melted by the purple light, before they were completely erased from existence.

What was even more terrifying was that as the countless Centaur Warriors vanished into thin air, the planet, Centaur Prime, itself remained untouched, as if nothing had ever happened.

That purple beam, which unleashed a destruction so absolute it drove one to despair, had not harmed a single mountain or river.

However, its lethality for the Centaur Clan was beyond comprehension.

And from that day forth, the way countless races looked at the Demon Court completely changed: Reverence, horror, even sheer terror.

And of course, the Demon Court’s legendary weapon, Annihilation Pulse, became a name known across the entire cosmos.