As the Soul Clan party's resentful presence vanished completely, the oppressive, almost solid gloom in the air finally eased a little.
But the hatred and vigilance in everyone's eyes had not dispersed. Instead, because of the Soul Clan's flight, a certain guess buried deep in their hearts grew even clearer, branding their experience in the illusion even deeper into their minds.
Only now did many people have the spare energy to truly begin sizing up the strange space they were in.
The space was not large. Strange stones grew thickly from the ground, dazzling to the eye, and the pure energy of heaven and earth was almost liquefied. Yet in the end, no one's gaze could avoid being firmly drawn to the ancient tree that stood in the center of the space, emerald and lustrous as peerless jade, exuding an auspicious and divine aura.
"The Bodhi... Ancient Tree?"
Someone hoarsely uttered that name, his voice trembling beyond compare.
If one said the Soul Clan was the source of hatred, then the Bodhi Ancient Tree, which had almost single-handedly caused all this, stirred in everyone's hearts a fear and dread that words could scarcely describe.
Nothing was more sorrowful and pitiable than dying in the most realistic of beautiful dreams, or the most terrifying of nightmares.
This Bodhi Ancient Tree possessed the power to manipulate hearts and weave fate. Its dreadful extent far surpassed powerful demons or savage beasts in any ordinary sense.
"Where is Lin Ming?!"
"Lin Ming!"
Several clear female voices, filled with doubt and alarm, rang out almost at the same time.
The gazes of Xiao Chan, Yi, and Yun Yun, when everyone mentioned the Bodhi Ancient Tree, suddenly fixed on the interior of that crystalline tree body, on the indistinct seated figure within.
Though the emerald glow