Evolution Begins With A Big Tree

Chapter 1056, The Might of the Imperial Artifact

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

“You… truly have deep pockets…” With a sigh, the Imperial Artifact’s True Spirit could not help but remark.

In fact, this was not just a matter of wealth. Even in the Angel Clan’s huge treasury, such treasures simply did not exist.

What that meant was self-evident.

But then again, treasures of this caliber were not something one could obtain simply by wealth or power; only those with immense fortune and opportunities could hope to acquire them.

Though the Angel Clan boasted deep foundations, their fortune was thin, making it nearly impossible for them to obtain such supreme treasures.

At this moment, hearing the Imperial Artifact’s True Spirit’s sigh, Yu Zi Yu responded truthfully, “I came well-prepared this time…”

His voice held no concealment. With a casual wave of his hand, he extended an invitation once more, “May I ask, esteemed Imperial Artifact, would you be willing to accompany me on this journey?”

“Haha…” Shaking his head lightly, the True Spirit simply smiled without answering.

Yet, just as Yu Zi Yu started to feel uncertain, the True Spirit’s face suddenly turned cold and he warned, “This time… I’ll let you off the hook, considering your decent attitude and the gifts you’ve brought. Now, leave… This is not a place for you.”

At the drop of these words…

*Boooom…* Suddenly, pulsating flashes of light erupted behind the True Spirit.

Slowly, golden wings shimmered into existence behind him. They were sacred, majestic, so much so that at the very first glance, Yu Zi Yu felt his mind momentarily captivated.

*Boooom…* The oppressive aura grew ever more terrifying, plunging the entire Small World into darkness as endless tempests swirled around.

However, even amidst this chaos, the sixteen golden wings behind the Imperial Artifact’s True Spirit spread wide, unwavering against the storm.

In just a few breaths, they had expanded to the size of an island, blotting out the sky.

“The revival of the Imperial Artifact, huh…” Yu Zi Yu could not help but smile bitterly, and also understood. If such an entity could be easily swayed or deceived, he would not be worthy of the title Imperial Artifact.

In the end, only strength would decide the outcome.

Fortunately, the Imperial Artifact did not seem entirely hostile toward him. At the very least, he was still giving him a chance to leave.

More importantly, though the Sixteen Holy Wings was terrifying, he had yet to fully recover. In fact, he did not even at one-tenth of his former glory.

Looking closely, beneath the radiant holy light, the massive golden wings that veiled the sky were tattered and worn. So was the current state of the Imperial Artifact.

The restart of an era had left him with wounds that could never fully heal.

[It’s not an unwinnable battle…] With this thought, Yu Zi Yu slowly began to return to his True Form.

*Booooom, booooom…* Suddenly, the ground trembled violently as a Colossal Tree surged upward, leaving the True Spirit in stunned disbelief.

Its roots, like countless Dragons, pierced through the sky and burrowed deep into space, intertwining with the fabric of reality itself, drawing power from the depths of the Void.

The trunk expanded endlessly, towering beyond the clouds—as if holding up the world itself.

Yet, the most terrifying sight was its canopy. It unfurled into a vast, all-encompassing shadow, devouring the light and shrouding the Heavens in darkness.

Beneath the canopy, a pair of golden wings, spanning thousands of meters, radiated a dazzling brilliance. The entire sight gave the impression of challenging Heaven itself.

*Boooooom…* Suddenly, a deafening clap shook the world as their auras clashed, their clash even affecting the reality.

Visible to the naked eye, thick arcs of lightning, as wide as water barrels, naked across the sky, splitting Heaven apart.

This was a clash of Potential.

Their invisible Potentials manifested into something real and tangible.

Just the sight of those lightning arcs streaking across the sky, ripping through space, was enough to reveal the sheer terror of this clash.

It was merely an exchange of Potential, yet it was enough to shatter space itself. The unleashed alone was potent enough to even grievously wound a Tier-5 Transcendent.

Even the Imperial Artifact’s True Spirit could not help but be astonished at this sight.

[He… is ridiculously strong…] Amazement filled his heart. [It’s been only a few decades since the resurgence of Spiritual Energy. How is this possible? Even the greatest prodigies of the top-tier races have only reached Intermediate-Stage Tier-6 at best. Yet this guy is displaying is no weaker than a Half-Step Hegemon! His cultivation has already reached Sixth Order of Tier-6!]

[Damn it! In just a few decades, he has traversed a path that would take others thousands, if not tens of thousands of years! But… this still not enough!] With a faint smile, the True Spirit extended a hand, drawing upon the power of the Well of Light.

Immediately, before anyone could react, a shimmering phantom of a well took shape beneath the colossal golden wings. Its depths glowing with golden water.

The next moment…

The golden water within the well transformed into a golden torrent of water, surging upward and flowing toward the golden wings.

*Boooooom…* As soon as the golden water came in contact with the wings, the wings trembled and a powerful shockwave rippled through the air.

In an instant, they expanded once more.

Simultaneously, countless ancient runes flickered into existence, illuminating the space around them.

These were Sanskrit glyphs, ancient and magnificent.

These were Divine Sigils, terrifying and boundless.

And here, one thing was worth noting that the Well of Light did not exist within the physical world. It was a sacred well, woven from both reality and illusion.

It resided between Heaven and Earth, yet remained unseen.

Only beings like the Imperial Artifact—Sixteen Holy Wings could draw its power, the greatest legacies of the Angel Clan.

“Hmmm… how scary.” Gazing at the ever-expanding, seemingly limitless golden wings, Yu Zi Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly.

To the naked eye, these wings seemed to stretch across eternity. It seemed as though they had existed since ancient times.

The power they radiated was so vast, so mystical, yet so oppressive that even Yu Zi Yu’s True Body felt a heavy weight pressing down upon it.

This… was the power of a Tier-7 Hegemon.

Now, through the mysterious well’s power, the Imperial Artifact’s strength had soared to Tier-7, the Realm of Hegemony. Their power engulfed the entire world, causing storms across tens of thousands of kilometers.

At this moment, they had become the very center of existence.

Everything—everything—shuddered before them. The oceans roared, the earth trembled, and even the skies quaked in fear. For a fleeting moment, it was as if doomsday had descended upon the world.

And amid this cataclysmic scene… A voice, vast and ancient, echoed across all of existence. “Ant… do you still dare covet me?”

As those words fell, the sixteen golden wings slowly flapped behind him.

At the same time, boundless storms began to surge at the tips of the golden wings.

In that fleeting moment, it seemed as if every storm from the past millennia had been drawn together, waiting to be unleashed.

The Wind of the World — A tempest that had gathered the storms of an entire world. Once those wings flapped again, a thousand storms would transform into a thousand divine blades, obliterating everything in their path. Even the world itself would be unable to endure the devastation.