When everyone was still reeling from the shock of the beast tide, Lin Ming's gaze had already turned toward the depths.
For a moment, the others followed Lin Ming's gaze as well, looking toward the depths of the plain.
"That is..."
At that moment, Xiao Yan's pupils shrank, and an uncertain tremor slipped into his voice.
At the far end of the vast, desolate plain, there stood a giant tree that no words could describe.
It stood there alone, as if it had existed since the beginning of heaven and earth.
Its crown was like a canopy, covering a radius of thousands of feet. Its branches and leaves carried an extraordinary emerald hue, yet also a deep, ancient green that seemed to contain the endless starry sky.
The trunk was so thick that even a thousand men joining hands might not be able to encircle it. The bark was mottled, covered in mysterious natural patterns. Those patterns flickered between bright and dark, as though they were breathing.
What left people most astonished was the clear aura spreading above the giant tree.
That was no ordinary mist, but a kind of energy flow between illusion and reality. It coiled around the crown like ribbons of gauze, at times transforming into dragon shapes that circled it, at times condensing into phoenixes spreading their wings, at times scattering into lotus flowers, and at times gathering into ancient runes that floated and sank... fantastical and indescribably mysterious. Merely gazing at it from afar made one feel as if the soul was being washed, and all the accumulated violence, exhaustion, and tension from the journey gradually melted away.
An indescribably ancient, vast, divine, and pure aura crossed a distance of tens of thousands of feet and struck them head-on.
Everyone held their breath. Their gazes