Lord of the Truth

"We need to talk."

Robin slowly opened his eyes and took a long glance toward the source of the sound, it was a random rendering of the same shape as the buds, the only difference is that this one is not entirely white because it was made of roots, then he half smiled, "Oh, Tree Father Hoffenheim is here in person, I'm fully surprised."

"Hmph, I know your soul force very well, you must have sensed my presence before the Root Body Formation started, but that's alright, your surprise wasn't what I intended." Tree Father Hoffenheim put his hand behind his back and spoke in a firm voice

"Haha, I actually felt the fragment of your soul approaching from over a few kilometers away, but I know that a body made so quickly wouldn't even be able to keep up with a random knight, and I know that your soul is too weak to harm me, so why should I forbid you to visit me?" Robin shrugged

Tree Father Hoffenheim's incarnation changed, "My soul is too weak?! Compared to whom? Wake up from your dreams, boy, I know you feel happy after that suicidal move, and you have the right to feel that way, you can brag for the rest of your insignificant life that you managed to inflict such damage on me." 

Then he added, "...It's my fault because I couldn't predict what you would do, but how can I expect when I don't know how you learned a technique to transform soul force into destructive power like that, even I can't do it! But it's alright, you had your share of injuries as well. Your soul force must be weaker than mine as well, after all the explosion happened within your soul domain not mine, I must even say that the fact that you are still alive amazes me!"

"Oh? Let's test this out." Robin said the least he can and then--

*VRoOoOM*

Waves of invisible energy rushed out from Robin's body like the waves of the sea, everything inside the tent started to shake and anything made of glass started to crack.

*Crack*

One second later, the waves got stronger and faster until they began to put pressure onto anything made of solid materials inside the tent, The stone timbers that make up the pillars of the tent began to crack and the metal silverware began to squeeze in a peculiar shape.

"Im-- IMPOSSIBLE!!" The incarnation of the tree father took Hoffenheim a step back

"Argh It seems his excellency is doing it again, prop up the tent! It's about to fall!" The six Sages in charge of guarding outside took a few steps back but started to pump all of their energy toward the walls of the tent from the outside, however, the cracks that were already widespread were still slowly opening up.

"NOO--"

*BOOM!*

The six Elders Sages sent flying outside for more than ten meters before they settled back on their feet, although none of them fell to the ground nor did they appear to be injured, their pale faces and sweaty hands were sufficient proof of what they faced now.

"Heh... Hehe~ His Excellency's Soul Force has increased again…" A Sage said with a smile as he placed his hand on his heart to try to regulate his impulses, then shouted towards the west, "Hoy, Have a few blacksmiths to come to repair the imperial tent!"

Then he turned back to look at the Emperor's tent with some fear, the roof of the tent and two of the walls were blasted away by that moment...

"There is no need." A quiet voice came from inside the tent, "I have company here at the moment, when I finish I will ask you to come and fix it, you all can step back for now."

"Yes, Your Excellency." The Sages bowed and jumped away at the same time

inside the tent--

Robin looked around with a satisfied smile, impressed with the effect of what had just happened, then turned back to look at the incarnation of Tree Father Hoffenheim before him.

The embodiment looked terrified as he took a step forward and extended his right arm towards him, perhaps to try to stop Robin's last soul wave.

But after that last soul wave took place, the Tree Father embodiment did not move, or in other words, he could no longer move, the embodiment of Tree Father Hoffenheim now became just a shell without a soul to move it.

*shh~*

A slight energy started rushing from beneath the ground once more into the Tree Father's embodiment before it finally started to move again and shouted, "Why did you suddenly do that, you crazy bastard!! You... your whole soul healed you? No, I got even stronger!"

"Haha, consider this your punishment for coming without permission." Robin laughed out loud satisfied with what he heard, then looked at Hoffenheim with a confident look, "Of course I got stronger, it's been four years already, what, does the injury still affect you?"

"This…" The Tree Father didn't know what to say

Four years? What is four years for a soul injury? Although he had not had a chance during the past years to treat himself, this would not have made any difference, as it was estimated that he would need a few hundred years to regain his pre-accident level, what difference would four years make?

After more than a full minute, Tree Father Hoffenheim had barely calmed himself down and looked at Robin with a complicated look, "...I have lived for more than 500,000 years. 300,000 years of them as an ancient Trent creature in which I understood everything related to life, plants, and earth and another 200,000 years I devoted to researching the affairs of the soul, yet you, with no more than 200 years of age, reached the same strength as my soul before my injury... Is there any justice in this world?"

Robin raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, Tree Father Hoffenheim had lived for 300,000 years before the Energy Cultivation Era even began. and now that he has reached this strength with energy training, how old is his average life? Millions of years? now This IS injustice! How could humans whose basic age did not exceed a hundred years win against such a being?

It is no wonder that the ancient treants immediately surpassed humans in strength after they discovered energy cultivation, and even discovered secrets that only they know, which made them race to destroy the living creatures on the planet!

Robin often wondered what made these creatures so special that they would take a different path once they learned about energy cultivation, but he understood something now... They were already monsters even before the energy cultivation.

And most importantly, did he just say that he has no more than 200 years of age? But his physical age is barely 50 years old, how did he know his real age? The physical change prepared by the All-Seeing God is perfect and undeniable, so what exposed him? ...is there a way to know the true age through the soul?!

Robin pondered, trying to extract as much information as possible from the Tree Father's words. 

Only after a few seconds did he heave his cracked bed, then went and put on a clean robe, and sat down on his office chair, "Okay, enough with the introductions, what do you want from me?"