Huo Yuhao raised his head slightly. At the very top of the Golden Ancient Tree, there was a powerful Consciousness Entity. It seemed to be in a half-dreaming, half-waking state, and waves of sorrow and helplessness passed through his line of sight by some exceedingly strange sense and into Huo Yuhao's eyes.
Was that the Origin Consciousness within the Golden Ancient Tree?
Huo Yuhao continued extending his gaze but found nothing unusual. Only then did he sweep his eyes downward.
This time, the repeated cross-sectional images of the Golden Ancient Tree's veins finally changed. They were Golden Threads, threads growing deep within the Golden Ancient Tree's trunk, fused together with it.
Trying to remove these Golden Threads would likely be ten thousand times more difficult than purging the Dragon Pill Miasma from Mu En's body.
At first, there were not many of these threads. They appeared only sporadically within the Golden Ancient Tree's nutrient channels, yet merely looking at them sent chills down one's spine.
Soon, as Huo Yuhao's field of vision continued downward, the Golden Threads grew increasingly numerous.
Like densely tangled tree roots, they filled every corner in all directions.
They intertwined into networks of varying thickness, becoming thicker and sturdier the farther inward they went.
Crisscrossing in every direction, they were as intricate and complex as the blood vessels within a giant living creature.
Whether deep in the trunk or upon the Golden Ancient Tree's surface, these Golden Threads had already crawled everywhere, layer upon layer, even covering the tree like a membrane.
To use a somewhat inappropriate analogy, the Golden Ancient Tree was a grass carp, while these Golden Threads were the tiny bones and fishbones within it—densely packed and everywhere. Though they did not affect the Golden Ancient Tree's outward form, they were omnipresent, spread