Although the deep pit was nothing remarkable here, their surprise faded quickly.
But the sight within the deep pit left all twelve of them astonished.
At the center of the pit stood a plant—a huge, strangely shaped plant. The entire plant stood more than thirty meters tall, its highest point level with the ground above the pit. This was why, despite the pit spanning a hundred meters, it could not be spotted from afar.
The plant's crown covered nearly the entire pit, leaving only a small stretch near its edges uncovered. From a distance, naturally, no one would be able to see that there was a deep pit here.
The plant was not only tall, but also quite thick, with a diameter of roughly a dozen meters.
However, its appearance was what puzzled everyone. Its leaves differed greatly from those of ordinary plants. They were clusters of fine, silvery-white threads. The threads hung from the plant in bunches, swaying gently in the wind like an old man's white hair, rippling like silver strands.
The main trunk resembled an ancient tree entwined with old vines, winding and coiling about itself. It was cyan gray overall and faintly glimmered. Within the pit, where the plant's crown blocked the light, it gave off a dim illumination like a half moon at night, bringing a little bit of light.
Other than this plant, there were no other plants in the pit. Only its aerial roots hung down, piercing into the ground at the bottom.
"This plant is no ordinary thing!" Qian Ying said to the others as he looked at the strange sight before them.
"Indeed. Those silvery-white threads might be the very threads that fought us earlier," Ma Sansing agreed with a nod.
The plant's appearance startled the dozen or so people, but