Lu Xiaotian prided himself on his steady mind and powerful Primordial Spirit, yet after approaching this area, he could not help feeling a faint sorrow lingering in his heart. No matter how hard he tried to control the emotion, it did little good.
Elsewhere, ancient trees towered over the Heavenly Mulberry Forest, their colors vibrant and varied. But every Heavenly Mulberry tree before him had withered. Fallen leaves blanketed the ground; at a glance, it seemed like a world where all life had faded. Yellow leaves danced on the wind, and crows perched on dead branches.
The silk hanging from those branches had lost its former resilience, drifting helplessly in the wind. Nearly dried-out demon silkworm carcasses clung to the trunks, while others had fallen among the scattered leaves.
It was as though a bleak autumn wind had blown into his mind, howling. Lu Xiaotian was struck by an inexplicable shock. The scene before him was desolate and dead, yet a faint, indelible thread of vitality flickered on and off.
"Tears of the Mulberry Spirit?" Lu Xiaotian suddenly realized. After hesitating briefly, he stepped into the withered Mulberry Spirit grove.
The moment Lu Xiaotian took a step, he sensed that he had entered another world. The seemingly withered and lifeless grove began turning slowly, without haste.
"So it's an enormous formation. You couldn't even tell from outside." Lu Xiaotian's heart gave a jolt as he grasped what was happening. Since entering the immortal realm, this was the first time he had encountered anything like this, despite his attainments in formations.
Lu Xiaotian was not an arrogant man. Ever since entering the Heavenly Mulberry Forest, he had found himself surrounded by powerful figures. Now, he had to rely on the totemic power gathered by the wolf cavalry to contend with some