Chapter 392

The Symbiotic Flower and Civilization's Choice As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the branches and leaves of the Tree of Symbiosis, ice-blue Symbiotic Flowers simultaneously appeared across all the Bronze Altars on Earth. Lin Yu stood atop the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests at the Temple of Heaven, gazing at the miniature human civilizations flowing across the petals—some were primitive tribes drinking blood and wearing fur, others were post-nuclear wasteland worlds, and some were dazzling civilizations of interstellar colonization. "These are all possible futures for humanity," the illusory form of the Ice Phoenix suddenly appeared on his shoulder. "The Tree of Symbiosis is granting them the right to choose." Holding Wuji in her arms, Su Yao climbed up to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, and when the infant's tiny hand touched a petal, the sky of a certain wasteland world suddenly burst with the light of hope.