Within the vast, deathly silent palace, the bizarrely shaped Mummy Soul Tree stood quietly at the center of the hall.
On its twisted, charcoal-like trunk, within the eye sockets of that blurry human face, an ancient beast-hide scroll and a clay jar radiated alluring divine light.
Like a source of fire in the darkness, they drew every gaze.
As they looked at those two ancient divine artifacts, so close yet so unattainable, desire inevitably blazed in everyone's eyes.
At the same time, deep within their eyes lurked intense wariness and fear.
This Mummy Soul Tree was far too strange. It could devour the souls of living beings.
Even someone as powerful as Lan Jie, a Third Level God King, had suffered bleeding from all seven orifices and severe soul damage after approaching it for only an instant.
That showed just how extraordinary this tree was.
This bloody lesson kept them from acting rashly.
The injured Lan Jie slumped against the wall, his face as pale as paper, yet the unwillingness and greed in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.
He stared fixedly at the two divine artifacts, then suddenly struggled to raise a hand. Divine power surged within him as he tried to forcibly tear open space and seize the treasures from afar.
Not far away, Ding Han had somehow put that emerald-green branch back between his teeth. Seeing this, he sneered and drawled lazily, "Save your strength, Young Master Lan. The spatial structure here was sealed and reinforced by some ancient power long ago. It's as solid as divine iron. You simply can't break it open."
"If space could be torn open so easily, would it be your turn to act? I'd have taken them already."
As a God King proficient in the Space Rule, Ding Han's