He was a Quasi-Saint, his primordial spirit capable of covering hundreds of millions of miles at will, yet he had to probe for quite some time before he could make out the full shape of the tree before him.
Its height could no longer be measured in feet. It was a continent in itself, a mountain, an independent world.
Had an ordinary creature stood here and looked at this Fusang Tree, they would only have taken it for an enormous mountain of unfathomable height, never imagining that it was actually a tree.
Only after a long while did Xuandu recover from his shock.
He turned to Yellow Dragon, his voice a little strained. "Senior brother, did you dig up the Fusang Tree?"
Of course he remembered the Fusang Tree on the Sun Star, an innate supreme-grade spiritual root nurtured by the star itself.
The aura of this Fusang Tree was remarkably similar to that one's, but it was countless times larger.
"That innate supreme-grade spiritual root, the Fusang Tree, is still rooted on the Sun Star." Yellow Dragon shook his head.
"Then this one is...?"
"I cultivated it from a section of the Fusang Tree's main trunk."
Yellow Dragon spoke casually, but the muscles in Xuandu's face visibly twitched at his words.
Growing another Fusang Tree from a cutting of its main trunk, then raising it into such a colossal, sky-obscuring behemoth—Yellow Dragon was probably the only person who could describe something like that so nonchalantly.
Xuandu opened his mouth, wanting to ask more. He wanted to ask how this Fusang Tree's grade had broken through its innate limits, how the structure of this world's laws could support such an enormous innate spiritual root. There were too many things he wanted to ask.
But Yellow Dragon waved a hand to