During the two days Lin Ming spent in secluded cultivation, the world-shaking information about the "Bodhi Ancient Tree" that had spread from the Space Trading Fair had already become like a prairie fire set ablaze.
With an unstoppable, almost terrifying speed, it swept across nearly the entire core region of the Middle Continent, and with unprecedented intensity, was spreading toward even more distant lands and those hidden factions entrenched in the cracks of space.
The "Bodhi Ancient Tree"!
Four simple words, yet the meaning and temptation they represented were enough to drive any top expert on this continent mad.
The vast and ancient land of the Middle Continent seemed, at this moment, to have been struck by a super bomb capable of shaking its very foundations, and it trembled completely and violently!
In the headquarters of all the major factions, whether originally calm or seething with undercurrents, the highest-level alarms and messages rang out almost at the same time.
The dust-sealed sound-transmission formations in their ancient halls lit up, space Jade Slips shattered one after another, and messengers moved between great cities and mountain ranges. On the face of every person delivering the news was excitement and shock that could not be suppressed.
In taverns and teahouses, in markets and on street corners, wherever cultivators gathered, heated discussions boiled over. "Bodhi Ancient Tree," "Vast Desolate Ancient Region," "Bodhi Heart," "chance to become a saint"... these words were mentioned again and again at the highest frequency, igniting the greed and ambition in countless hearts.
Even those Old Monsters who had long stopped caring about worldly affairs and secluded themselves in deep mountains, ancient caves, and space Secret Realms, single-mindedly pursuing a higher realm or lingering on while waiting for an opportunity, were forcibly blasted out by this "heaven-shaking bomb."
Their sleeping