This chapter's content is based on Douluo II settings. Please don't take it too seriously. If anything is incorrect, just treat it as part of the setting.
It did not seem like much from afar, but when Zhang Yang approached that patch of emerald green, he finally understood what kind of existence was guarded by more than thirty Giant Squids, tens of thousands of piranhas, a Seabed Forest hundreds of kilometers wide, and hundreds of Demon Soul Great White Sharks.
It was a small, irregularly shaped island. Zhang Yang roughly estimated it to be only about one square kilometer in size.
And on this island, there was only one living being.
It was an extraordinary Willow Tree.
Its trunk was a full ten meters wide and nearly a hundred meters tall. At the ten-meter mark, the trunk split into two, while countless willow branches hung down into the sea, blotting out the sky and sun.
The willow leaves growing from the left half of its branches were lush and emerald green. In a daze, it seemed as though green light flowed along the veins and edges of the leaves.
The willow branches on the right half were an even deeper color, like black whips hanging straight down into the sea, as though they had already taken root on the seabed.
At the point where the two branches forked, there was a large hole wide enough for a person to enter, like a tree hollow dug out by some animal after the tree had decayed.
Naturally, that description was inaccurate, because not only had this Willow Tree not decayed, its vitality was exceptionally vigorous.
Zhang Yang did not land on the island. Instead, he hovered several kilometers away in midair, his First and Second Soul Rings glowing as he activated Observation