The journey had been arduous.
Prince Sohan and the two princess nearly died once before reaching the roots of the World Tree.
Like everything else here, the roots weren't normal and didn't look normal.
Instead, each root, varying in color, silver, bronze, gold, red, black and green—looked like a giant road whose width surpassed a hundred suns put together.
Varian didn't dismiss them as just different colored roots. Instead, he used his extended senses and confirmed a hypothesis.
"Really now…"
There were eight roots, each pertaining to a path.
Life. Soul. Death.
Space. Gravity. Time.
Order. Chaos.
"I don't care about this anymore, but Maria said I can exit the 60th floor if I cross the roots."
Even when he raised a path to rank 6 and extended his senses to the limit, Varian couldn't sense the end of the roots.
"Hortus…" Varian bit his lip and the space around him distorted.