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    Missing half of chapter:

    The terrible spiritual light was injected into his body and accepted by his soul and body. The five light-up abilities are connected together, but they are still not enough to form the "four-in-one" that Jenkins wants.
    [Four Seasons] originates from [Circulation]. [Circulation] is the harvest after listening to Jenkins' twelve murmurs, representing his encounter with immortal existence and his own understanding of time.
    If you want to rely on the four seasons to nourish the world tree, these strengths alone are not enough.
    "Blood source."
    He activated an ability again. His body was in a special state of instability under the influence of "blood". The use of blood's ability directly connected his flesh and blood ability hidden in his body because of absorbing the spirit of the monster on the third floor of the hospital.
    The bloody light lit up, and the strong smell of blood seemed to drip from the air, which made the old elf beside him frown.
    Jenkins' blood was boiling again. While the body temperature rose rapidly, every inch of muscles felt like being torn apart, as if the human Jenkins form, who could not maintain his body, was about to fall into a pile of meat.
    This feeling was very familiar, so he activated an ability again:
    "Malicious transformation!"
    This transformation is not to become a gray mouse, but to contempliate the appearance of the world tree that appears on the island in the heart of the lake in the "brain" in the mind.
    The four-color light completely blurred the sight of the people standing on the edge of the ceremony, and now they can only see Jenkins in the light.
    The powerful fluctuations of spirit and energy that seem to break space forced them to keep retreating. Vagily, the elf was the first to see the shadow of the world tree above Jenkins's head:
    "It's not enough!"
    The old elf wanted to rush into the ceremony to help Jenkins, but was pulled by Miss Audrey beside him. He roared loudly at Jenkins with almost all his strength, witnessing the growth of the world tree, which had an extraordinary effect on the life of ordinary elves.
    "It's really not enough. What's missing?"
    Yinlong muttered nervously.
    "Evolution!"
    Alexia suddenly said, and then everyone saw that Jenkins in the light and shadow seemed to hold something into his heart, and then gently turned--

    Click~ The lock was opened.
    As if time went backwards, the four-color light and the wind of the four seasons reversed to the four vertexes of the ceremony in the form of a concrete form, and then gathered in the center of the ceremony.
    In the hazy light, the lush tree stood in the center of the ceremony formation. The branches and leaves swayed gently in the wind, and the branches were engraved with the annual rings of time. The chocolate lay under the tree to rest.
    The breeze blew, and everything changed.
    When spring comes, the small tree grows new branches and new leaves, and the cat flutters butterflies under the tree;
    When summer comes, the crown of the small tree is lush, and the ground is mottled with shadows. The cat lies in the shade under the tree and dozes off;
    Autumn is coming. The leaves on the small tree are sparse, but the bottom of the tree is covered with golden leaves. The cat raises its claws and knocks on the crisp leaves to listen to the strange sound;
    When winter comes, the tree has no branches and leaves, but it is dressed in silver. The cat looks up obediently at the snow, looking forward to the arrival of another year.
    Year after year, the flowers wither and the flowers fail, the sun sets and the sun rises, and the moon is full and the moon is missing. A moment is a thousand years, and a thousand years seems to be just a moment.
    The light and shadow of the four seasons make the trees and cats a little illusory, and the aftergloom of the passing time and time gradually blurs them. The years have not left too many traces on them, because they have always been there and together.
    Obviously, it was only less than a second, like a unicorn turning into lightning through the cracks of the mountains, but Alexia, the old elf, Miss Audrey, Miss Bronions and Anastasia, who watched the scene, seemed to see the mottled of the whole years.
    They blinked their eyes, and the phantoms of those trees and cats disappeared, and the strange light gradually calmed down. In the center of the ritual formation stood Jenkins holding chocolate. He is still the same as before. His height, appearance, skin color and even pupil color have not changed.
    But looking at his elves, silver dragons and demigods, they can feel that if in their eyes, Jenkins was only vaguely separated and different from others, then after this moment, Jenkins would not be like a mortal at all. Looking at him is looking up to him. This strange feeling has only been experienced by Yinlong in the long years.
    As he breathed, the ups and downs of his chest seemed to be a natural rhythm. When his arms waved, it happened to be the same as the melody of the wind. The movements of the corners of his mouth reminded the old elf of the moment when the flowers bloomed forest. The way he walked made the two fortune tellers see the silk thread of fate being touched at will.
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