Boundless power spread outward.
A sigh from the soul pierced straight into the soul.
Sorrow, resentment, loneliness, desolation...
Upon the barren land stood a Moon Laurel tree, its branches lush and flourishing, rooted in the desolate ground.
The pockmarked earth released specks of silvery moonlight that drifted through the sky.
The woman in white sighed softly, cupping a cluster of moonlight in her hands as she gazed at it, entranced.
Jiang Changkong did not move, merely watching the woman in white in silence.
After a long while, the moonlight in her palm dispersed, and she slowly walked toward Jiang Changkong.
Jiang Changkong watched her quietly. The Spirit Controlling Formula could not discern the depths of her strength, nor could it tell whether she was real or false.
Just as when he had encountered the Hua Tianrui sisters before.
"You should fell the tree."
The woman in white spoke faintly, her voice devoid of any emotion.
The moment her words fell, specks of moonlight gathered and condensed into an axe.
Jiang Changkong looked at the axe without moving, his expression calm.
An invisible force invaded his soul. The Soul-Anchoring Tree swayed, dispelling the force and protecting his soul.
"Is this a tree, or a person?"
Jiang Changkong glanced at the Moon Laurel tree, his expression indifferent. "Everyone who came here was killed by their own companions. When they felled the tree, they were felling their companions, weren't they?"
Though it was a guess, Jiang Changkong's tone was utterly certain.
The woman in white lightly lifted her skirt. Beneath the gauze, her face could not be seen clearly.
An ice-crystal-like index finger gently tapped Jiang Changkong's body.
Buzz
A Bright Moon rose from within Jiang Changkong's body. The Soul-Anchoring Tree swayed, emanating gray light.
"Cold Moon Art, Soul-Anchoring Tree."
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