Rare Mutated Spirit Plant (2,200 words, please subscribe)

There were no Spirit Fields here, only a stretch of dried corpses and bones. Countless traces of bloodiness and rotting stench spread out from within.

Even Ling Pengyun could not help frowning.

As his gaze swept about, he finally spotted a spirit plant in the center of this expanse of corpses that stretched for hundreds of mu.

It was a towering tree, its aura reaching the Third Rank Middle Grade. Its branches and trunk were exceptionally lush as well.

Yet its bark and leaves were both an eerie blood-red. Upon one of its thickest branches grew a blood-red fruit the size of a fist, brimming with an exceedingly dense blood aura. Its aura stood only a step away from the Third Rank Middle Grade.

In perhaps a few months—or even just a few days—that fruit would officially enter the Third Rank Middle Grade.

Furthermore, more than a thousand mortal and cultivator corpses lay scattered around the tree. Long blood-red roots extended from its base, piercing into those bodies and drawing out the blood within them.

Those drained dry became mummified corpses.

The souls of those corpses were also drawn out by the roots and absorbed into the tree.

Each time the blood tree absorbed a person's blood and soul, the aura of the single fruit it bore strengthened by a sliver.

Clearly, the tree absorbed countless quantities of blood and souls solely to nourish that fruit.

At that moment, the bizarre blood tree suddenly swayed. An odd roar carrying boundless killing intent rang out from within it.

Immediately afterward, as sounds like mountains collapsing and earth splitting rang out, the ground began to tremble.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The next moment, blood-red roots at least as thick as fists tore through the ground, whistling through the air as they lashed toward