Mo Lin stood within that expanse of pure white space, his sharp gaze fixed on the small Bodhi Ancient Tree before him, which radiated an emerald glow. From the illusion that had nearly caused him to lose himself just now, as well as the scenes of the others trapped before his eyes, he had already realized that there was a huge problem within the Bodhi Ancient Tree.
"You... didn't deliberately create those illusions to trap people. You were... forced to do it?" Mo Lin stared at the ancient tree and spoke thoughtfully.
He could sense that although the aura emanating from the tree was vast and ancient, it was mixed with a trace of profoundly discordant coldness and chaos, as though two utterly different wills were clashing and eroding each other.
The Bodhi Ancient Tree seemed to understand Mo Lin's words. Its emerald branches and leaves swayed gently, rustling as if in response. At the same time, light flowed across its trunk, and blurry, ancient images slowly unfolded before Mo Lin like shattered scrolls...
Within the images stood an enormous ancient tree tens of thousands of feet tall, seemingly linking heaven and earth, radiating endless life and wisdom. Yet then, a world-shaking battle erupted!
A black-robed expert with severe injuries and an overwhelming aura—possibly the legendary Dou Di—attempted to forcibly extract the tree spirit from the ancient tree to heal himself. The tree instinctively resisted and joined forces with the black-robed expert's opponent. In the end, it paid a dreadful price—shrinking from tens of thousands of feet to merely a thousand feet—to slay that black-robed Dou Di.
But at the instant the black-robed Dou Di fell, surging resentment, unwillingness, hatred, and other negative emotions gathered into a jet-black current like the most vicious curse and invaded the core of the