Chapter 270: Natural Reversal

Surprised, Donald released another spell of positive energy—Light of Heaven. This spell was usually used to combat negative energy and dark creatures.
He thought, “Since this unknown polluting force is a form of contamination, it’s likely similar to the Withered Lands created by negative energy. Let’s try using positive energy to see if it can purify it!”
The brilliance of Divine Light shone before his eyes, but the result was beyond Donald’s expectations.
Apart from negative energy, this sacred energy, which had strong purifying powers against various kinds of filth, evil, and even abyssal forces, could do little to this kind of energy—merely suppressing it slightly. Moreover, once accustomed to positive energy, the polluting energy even began to absorb and devour the positive energy Donald released.
“That’s impossible! I refuse to believe I can’t find a way to counter this. Everything in the world has its opposite—where there’s light, there’s darkness; where there’s cold, there’s heat. There must be a suitable solution!”
Undeterred, Donald continued experimenting. If fire and positive energy didn’t work, he would try water, wind, earth, and other magical forces.
By the time Donald’s magic was exhausted after trying most of the spells he knew, the problem hadn’t been solved; instead, the pollution had expanded by half.
Still defiant, Donald planted Wrath of Nature into the ground and took potions to restore his magic, determined to keep trying.
That’s when something unexpected happened.
At the spot where the spear was planted, a gentle yet vibrant energy burst forth, followed by violent forces such as wind, thunder, and fire. These forces converged, creating a green-lit area about ten feet in diameter beneath his feet.
The polluted black soil encountered this green light, which carried both vitality and destructive power. The pollutants dispersed rapidly, like mist in the forest facing desert winds, heat, and sunlight. At the same time, a sizzling sound, similar to burning grease, echoed as black smoke vanished into nothingness.
Soon, the force created by Wrath of Nature cleared a patch of land in front of Donald, restoring its normal color and creating a gap in the polluted area.
“What is this?”
Donald stared in awe at the astonishing scene before him, then slapped his forehead in realization.

“I’m so dumb! How could I forget the natural forces best suited for restoring the environment!” He wasn’t a druid after all. Though his elven bloodline gave him the talent of a nature mage, he hadn’t bothered to learn any nature-related spells. Holding dual careers as both a mage and a druid was different from the hunter-mage hybrid—after all, the two casting professions belonged to different systems and might conflict with each other.

That’s why he never thought to use nature spells to expel this kind of polluted energy. Even if he had thought of it, he wouldn’t have known how, as he originally only had the innate spell “Gift of Nature” from his elven bloodline—a passive ability that couldn’t be actively used. Only “Wrath of Nature” provided him with usable natural forces.

Earlier, it was merely the passive defense created by “Wrath of Nature.” Now, Donald reached out, took out his spear, stepped forward, pointed its tip at the polluted area, and channeled the natural forces within it. A surge of power filled with natural wrath erupted, purifying all the darkness wherever Donald went, restoring the land to its original color.

The power of “Wrath of Nature” seemed to be the perfect counter to this alien force—wherever it met such energy, it instantly expelled and transformed it, leaving no trace. At the same time, transforming this energy brought Donald a huge surprise: with each polluted force purified, a pure natural force from the surroundings flowed back into his body. Most of it automatically merged into “Wrath of Nature,” strengthening the spear’s energy density, while a small portion integrated into his own body.

As this power gifted by natural will merged into him, it not only amplified his high elven bloodline but also promoted the fusion of his divine bloodline with it, pushing him toward a divine elven bloodline.

Previously, he hadn’t dared to touch such a highly polluted force, so he hadn’t analyzed it with the Book of Truth. Now, without any reservations, he gathered a small amount of polluted energy and analyzed its composition, functions, and origin.

“It’s not from this world… Could it be from another dimension?”

The Book of Truth revealed that this force was highly aggressive, capable of devouring almost all elemental forces except natural forces to strengthen itself. However, the natural forces in ordinary environments were too weak, making them quickly polluted. In other words, if such energy leaked into the material world, it would inevitably cause an unstoppable catastrophe.

“But the weakness of this kind of energy is also obvious—it can corrode most substances, yet it cannot corrode spatial forces. In other words, unless a spatial passage is deliberately or accidentally opened, they won’t appear outside their original world.”
“Well, it’s finally done. I wonder what comes next after this trial?”
While analyzing this terrifying energy, Donald didn’t stop working either. After spending over ten minutes purifying the large area of contaminated land, he received considerable feedback from the natural will. Not only had the power of Nature’s Wrath grown by at least 30% compared to before, but his own bloodline constitution had also strengthened significantly.
Seeing this, Donald was in high spirits. Before he could examine things carefully, a powerful force that couldn’t be resisted suddenly appeared, and the scene before his eyes changed instantly. He was transported to an open area surrounded by forests.
A towering giant tree grew amidst the forests, with many houses around it that appeared intact and clean on the surface but clearly hadn’t been inhabited for a long time. These houses built among the trees and on them were very similar to the architectural style of the elves, making Donald think he had arrived in some elf tribe.
However, after casting a spell to investigate his location, he realized that the vast forest environment from before had disappeared. He was now in a real space covering at least dozens of square kilometers. His divine vision showed that everything around him was bathed in a strong divine glow—it was clearly the site of an actual totem, and he was right in its core.
“Have I completely passed the trial?”
As he pondered this, a majestic figure appeared at the core of the site. The figure was hundreds of feet tall, surrounded by icy winds, resembling a magnificent mountain standing in the snowstorm.
Seeing this figure appear, Donald was shocked, for he could sense that this was not some soul projection but a true divine being in physical form.
“Could it be that the Green Tree Goddess isn’t dead? Impossible. It’s said the Green Tree Goddess is a woman. Although true gods can freely change gender, aside from that legendary pervert, few true gods would do so. That means…” At this thought, Donald’s nerves tightened—fearfully, the situation he least wanted to see had already happened.

Donald, who was sweating nervously, had already summoned the Book of Subtruths, ready to reveal his ultimate trump card at any moment. He could find another way to acquire divine power if he lost it, but he wouldn’t get a second chance to be reborn if he lost his life!
As Donald grew anxious, the giant figure across from him spoke, “The guardian of prophecy, we’ve finally met. I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time, and so has Green Tree!”
The mighty voice wasn’t deafening, and as it spoke, the figure shrank tenfold amidst a burst of divine light, becoming ten feet tall.
“That makes talking much easier!” Donald was stunned for a moment before regaining his composure and asking, “God of White Mountain?”
The true god across from him nodded with a smile.
“This isn’t the place to talk. Come with me!” Without waiting for Donald to react, he waved his hand, shifting space, and the two of them appeared at the top of the giant tree.
Only then did Donald realize that this place was not the same space as the clearing they were in earlier. Seeing Donald seem to have realized this, God of White Mountain explained, “This tree is the true body of the God of Green Tree. It’s five hundred feet tall, with each hundred feet representing a different layer of space. The place we were in earlier was just the lowest layer. What we’re in now is the true core of the ruins.”