At this very moment, inside the mountain manor.
Overhead was unseen darkness, as though they had been wrapped in a sparse layer of black liquid.
Lin Heng, Murong Ziyan, and the others all came awake amid violent shaking.
"Why did it turn into this?"
"Aiya! Lady Ziyan, you really were kept in the dark about everything. Isn't that layer wrapped around the outside the disaster that often erupts in Hedong Land?"
"What?" With Lin Heng's reminder, Murong Ziyan immediately understood, but her face was still somewhat shocked. "How could this be? Hedong Land has already become barren. How could that strange Black Mist appear here?"
Lin Heng shook his head slightly. "You've still been living too comfortably in the Eastern Continent, or else a secret of this level isn't something someone of your rank can know."
"My rank? Heh... I, Murong Ziyan, am at least a trusted aide of the Supreme. There's nothing I don't know."
The Plowman circled the Jade Origin Vine once, and only after examining it did he return to the two of them, his tone grave. "Lord Lin, this spirit wood of yours has already begun to decline. It should be because it absorbed that Black Mist."
(＾??＾) Supreme, I'm fine...
The Jade Origin Vine sensed Lin Heng approaching and took the initiative to send over a voice.
What exactly happened? How did you weaken into this state? That Black Mist doesn't affect you?
Boss, I rooted myself underground to search for that wood source power, but then I discovered the root veins of a Silent Parasol rooted below. I tangled with it for a long time. It wanted to devour me, and I wanted to devour it too... so...
Silent Parasol? Wasn't it the Eternal Mulberry?
Nope...
Lin Heng's gaze grew solemn. He patted its