The moment he transformed back into a willow tree, Li Yun distinctly felt as though a fish had returned to the sea.
Within the vast forest of Wanqing Mountain, created by the Divine Tree, he seemed to be one of the forest itself, as though he had been born to belong here.
A wondrous perception spread out on its own.
He could effortlessly communicate with the flowers, grasses, and trees around him.
Yet when his perception attempted to reach toward the Divine Tree, he froze.
He was even frightened.
The Divine Tree, a Heaven and Earth Spiritual Root, seemed to have long since become a dead thing. It possessed not the slightest intelligence and could not be communicated with at all.
This was clearly wrong.
Before his willow-tree body, even a mere blade of grass beneath his feet could provide him with at least some information.
The Divine Tree was so lush and verdant, yet it was like a dead thing, utterly impossible to communicate with.
That should not have been possible.
If the Divine Tree was dead, how could it still be so flourishing?
But if the Divine Tree was alive, how could it be impossible to communicate with even in the slightest?
Could it be that his level was too low?
Did the Divine Tree's existence surpass the upper limit of what his Willow Transformation Divine Ability could communicate with?
Li Yun was somewhat unwilling to accept it.
He tried again, but the result remained the same. He could not obtain even the tiniest scrap of information from the Divine Tree.
Left with no choice, he transformed back into human form.
He sank into thought.
Yet unbeknownst to him, the Divine Tree was also trembling faintly. Within an indescribable special space inside the Divine Tree, a mass of