For many years, even after the divine tree had lost its vitality, it had still stood tall beside the lake. Yet now it had strangely withered. This claim left every immortal family incredulous, and they all turned to look at the divine tree!
Sure enough, the divine tree's leaves withered one after another, drifting down like snowflakes on the wind. The pale leaves quickly turned transparent, then gradually withered from their edges until nothing remained but their veins. Clearly, after losing the power connecting them to the trunk, they could no longer maintain their original solid forms and instead became wisps of aura that vanished into the air.
The great tree's trunk was also constantly shrinking. Its enormous branches, nearly a hundred meters long, gradually contracted to several dozen meters, while the main trunk soon withered and twisted. It would likely rot before long, or disappear halfway like the leaves.
"Did the spatial rift destroy our divine tree?!" The island-protecting immortals' feelings toward this tree were, of course, obvious. Seeing it truly "die" left them grief-stricken beyond what outsiders could imagine, and some of the immortal families even began wailing loudly.
"The island master is dead, and the divine tree is dead too. Our Immortal Island is finished!" The island-protecting immortals were consumed by indescribable despair. Some fell to their knees, while others wailed, as if their emotions had finally collapsed at that moment.
Yet they had forgotten that I was still battling Dongfo Bunian fiercely in the sky!
Dongfo Bunian's stone-stele sword was as dark and heavy as a giant coffin, and its strength was so steady that ordinary people could never imagine it. Whenever he swung it or drew close to me, it also drained my vital energy and magical power. It was simply terrifyingly formidable!
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