Lu Xiaotian naturally wanted to get his hands on the Tears of the Mulberry Spirit too, so he wholeheartedly agreed with Yue Ze's idea of conserving their strength. If he had said it, hotheaded people like Chong Yun might have objected in their hearts. But coming from Yue Ze, a Celestial Immortal whose standing far surpassed theirs, it was different. Even if they had their doubts, they wouldn't show them so soon.
Withered mulberry trees stood everywhere, their leaves fallen, their branches bare. The desolate sight stretched as far as the eye could see. A heavy, mournful aura surged into the depths of everyone's hearts like a raging tide. Chong Yun, Chong Hai, and the other Black Immortals found it deeply oppressive.
At the Celestial Immortal level, however, the aura was far easier to bear. Carried within that profound sorrow was a trace of new life, a yearning for life itself. It seemed to infuse Lu Xiaotian with a boundless vitality. Yue Ze did not sense it as clearly as Lu Xiaotian did, but he, too, could move freely in this environment.
Fortunately, the aura here was nothing like the terrifying Deadwood Sea in the scroll of the Venerable Deadwood Silkworm. Otherwise, Chong Yun and the others would have lost control and gone mad before long.
"Senior, do you have a way to ward off the aura inside the Withered Mulberry Forest? Chong Yun and the others don't look well. If this continues, it could seriously affect the Mulberry Moon Battle Formation later." Lu Xiaotian looked at Yue Ze. He had a way to deal with it, but if he acted, he would display abilities far beyond those of a Black Immortal—abilities that even Celestial Immortals could only envy. That would hardly be a good thing for him.
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