Tang Dynasty's Li Taibai once wrote a poem about a tree:
There stands a lone pine south of the southern pavilion, its branches and leaves spreading thick and luxuriant.
The breeze never rests, drifting freely from dawn to dusk.
Shade breeds ancient moss, green as jade; its color dyes the autumn mist blue.
When will it soar into the highest clouds and rise straight up several thousand feet?
It was not difficult to sense from the poem how massive and straight the pine immortal Li Taibai had described was.
Yet compared with the gigantic golden tree before Luo Yan, it paled into insignificance.
Only after drawing closer could he see it more clearly.
The giant tree's trunk looked as if it had been cast from ancient bronze, radiating a golden hue deposited by the passage of time. It was heavy and steady.
The traces left by time upon its bark resembled ancient runes, recording the vicissitudes of the years.
Its branches and leaves were luxuriant enough to blot out the sky and sun. Its golden leaves shimmered with a faint halo beneath Guixu's gentle daylight, like the gorgeous, dreamy evening glow on the horizon.
When the wind rose, the branches and leaves swayed gracefully, producing a rustling sound like heavenly music, melodious and profound.
The golden giant tree stood tall and majestic, like a pillar between heaven and earth, standing firm for tens of millions of years without falling.
Luo Yan activated Divine Treasure and looked underground.
He saw that the giant tree's roots plunged deep into the earth, like a Dragon Vein, interweaving intricately and connecting the mountains and land.
They drew in the immense Primal Energy beneath the earth, providing the giant tree with an unending supply of vitality.
Looking again at the towering crown disappearing into