Strange
Some of the Sangling Clan's large and small tribes lived mostly in treehouses. These treehouses were scattered across towering Heavenly Mulberry Trees, and the Sangling Clan's daily lives revolved around them. Their settlements all carried an oddly lively aura. They lived wherever the water flowed—not because these Sangling tribes needed vast amounts of drinking water, but because these regions seemed closer to the aura of the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree.
The residence of the Sangling Clan's Grand Elder was also located in a lush stretch of Heavenly Mulberry forest. The moment Lu Xiaotian entered, he felt as though the heavens were spinning and the earth was turning, as if he had stepped into an entirely different world. With his understanding of spatial power, Lu Xiaotian could indeed sense how different this place was from the outside world. It seemed rather similar to the painting by the Withered Nether Silkworm Venerable, the one that encompassed heaven and earth.
When Lu Xiaotian looked at the surrounding Heavenly Mulberry forest again, it seemed completely different from when he had entered. It was as though the shadow of a tree had blotted out the sky and sun, its aura almost identical to that of the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree.
Lu Xiaotian immediately realized that the tree shadow before him was not the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree. No matter how identical its aura was, it still was not. From this tree shadow, he could not sense that surging, vigorous vitality.
Silver Element, who had originally been beside Lu Xiaotian, had vanished into thin air. Beneath the Heavenly Mulberry tree shadow, a somewhat gaunt old man had also appeared out of nowhere. He looked like an ordinary elderly man and sat cross-legged on a stone beneath the tree shadow. In his hands was an ancient