[Ming Luo Tree Sea].
Lu Yang and Taihao True Lord stood in the air. Dressed in a palace gown, Taihao True Lord formed a hand seal with one hand and lightly pointed her verdant jade finger at the tree sea below.
"Rumble!"
In an instant, the originally pitch-black tree sea came alive, almost transforming into an ink-dark ocean. Endless grasses and trees collapsed inward toward the point indicated by Taihao True Lord's fingertip, carrying an intense muddy mire that tugged at Images. Even the intangible void and the light itself seemed to be swallowed by that tree sea.
A moment later, the tree sea vanished.
Only a single black tree seed remained, slowly rising from the earth before drifting lightly into Taihao True Lord's palm, casting a bleak shadow over her lovely face.
"This is all that remains of Master."
"Master poured his lifelong cultivation into this [Taihao Divine Wood]. Alas, he failed to complete it back then. Otherwise, it would have presented an entirely different spectacle."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Lu Yang, who had already set his sights on the Taihao Sect's lineage, immediately grew curious. "Why do you say that? Could this tree seed possess some other mystery?"
At this, Taihao True Lord reined in her grief and smiled proudly. "Senior may not know this, but although my Master was not among the Twelve Disciples, he was still one of the rare great cultivators of the Dharma Body Path. His wisdom's light was extraordinary. Otherwise, he could never have blazed a new trail and founded the lineage of my Taihao Sect."
"Even after becoming an undead being, Master never gave up."
"This [Taihao Divine Wood] was Master's attempt. He watered it with his own heart's blood and planted it in the Netherworld's earth, harboring the ambition to seize Creation