Thirteen towering ancient trees, so vast that several people joining arms could not encircle them, formed a great ring. Their branches and leaves hung down, sealing off the center so tightly that not even a drop of water could pass through.
Not only was it impossible to see inside, even Soul Power could not penetrate the space enclosed by those thirteen towering ancient trees.
Filled with doubts, Ye Zhen pushed aside the dense branches and leaves.
The instant he parted them, Ye Zhen keenly sensed all thirteen ancient trees tremble inexplicably at once. They seemed somewhat displeased by his intrusion, but it was no more than displeasure.
After all, Ye Zhen had taken control of Tongling Hall and Huichun Blessed Land. That was no empty boast.
There was actually a hole in the middle!
A huge, pitch-black abyss, three or four hundred meters in diameter.
"Tree roots?"
Ye Zhen's gaze suddenly shifted. In the heart of that black hole lay dry tree roots tangled together like coiled dragons. From below, withered roots climbed upward, while boundless Yi Mu spiritual power rose slowly from the depths, lifting a great expanse of green with it.
Ye Zhen's Spiritual Sense extended toward those tangled roots, and his brow could not help but furrow.
Dead matter!
These tree roots were dead matter without the slightest vitality. There was no power within them at all; they were so decayed that a strong gust could rot them away.
With a casual flick of his finger, he punched a thumb-thick hole straight through the roots with a finger wind.
"Could the mystery lie deep within this underground cavern?"
After considering it for a moment, spiritual power surged around Ye Zhen's body. Fully on guard, he slowly floated deeper into the cavern.
The cavern was extremely deep, seemingly