Near that nameless colossal tree, so many Dead Spirits had appeared. Qin Yang understood that he had sunk into the Yellow Springs for too long, and much had happened in the meantime.
The evolution had also progressed considerably.
There was no use hurrying now. Besides, he did not want to charge at the very front in everything. The map might not even have evolved yet, let alone anything useful.
Just as he used the exhaustive method to begin probing the settings related to the tree, several Dead Spirits near it had already started fighting.
Unfortunately, the battle was truly dull. Most of the techniques they had possessed in life could no longer be used, and they most likely did not possess methods suited to the World of the Dead.
Other than dead qi blasting against dead qi, they simply rushed in for hand-to-hand combat. It was not worth watching, so there was no need to mention it.
The only clues that had appeared regarding the tree were the sound of a bull's roar and its fragrance. Qin Yang focused his probing on settings related to those two things.
Yet before Qin Yang could uncover anything, a sudden change occurred.
The blood-soaked-looking canopy swayed continuously as dead qi surged forth. Snow-white shoots sprouted from its branches, while the residual waves from the surrounding dead-qi battles poured incessantly into the colossal tree.
The snow-white shoots rapidly grew into flower buds. A trace of deep crimson emerged at the tips of the petals, and in an instant, the giant tree's speed of devouring dead qi surged more than a hundredfold.
The dead qi turned into a whirlwind, gathering black clouds in the sky. Like a black tornado, those clouds spiraled downward and plunged into the giant tree.
Far away, Qin Yang, who was