The Sacred Tree Race Twisted to Death, a Tiny Crucial Clue

Qin Yang sped along the route from his memories, but much of this place no longer looked the way it had in his recollections.

When he had come here before, the air had always been filled with indistinct whispers. He could not make out what they were saying, but listening for too long would drive a person mad.

Now that the Black Shadow had left, those whispers had vanished as well.

Yet some of the aberrant creatures that had once appeared here still remained. Their strength had grown greater, but before Qin Yang now, they had no use beyond being stuffed into his gourd to be refined into poison.

Qin Yang bulldozed his way forward. When he reached a trap-filled region he had passed through before, he finally saw something different.

Ahead lay a stretch of black mire, where black six-petaled flowers bloomed. Countless venomous insects living here rushed toward those black flowers in an endless stream, like moths flying into flame.

Yet the moment they touched the black flowers, the poisonous insects fell into the black mire like rain, carpeting its surface in a dense layer.

At the center of this field of blooming black flowers stood the largest one of all. Its blossom stretched outward, each petal several miles across.

Qin Yang walked through the air and arrived above the enormous flower. At its center was an empty hollow, as though it formed a passageway. Qin Yang plucked out a strand of hair and tossed it down. As the hair drifted through the air, it transformed into a clone and fell into the flower's center.

Half an incense stick later, the clone shattered and sent information back.

Qin Yang frowned and looked toward the Sacred Tree's direction.

Below was an unimaginably massive plant. Its interior had become a