Jiang Changkong showed no fear and stepped into the divine hall.
In the darkness, the sound of chewing rang out without cease, making one's hair stand on end.
Jiang Changkong turned a deaf ear. He sensed no aura of danger; instead, he saw a patch of green light.
The emerald radiance was exceedingly dazzling in the darkness.
Before entering, he had not seen this green light.
The green light rapidly expanded, transforming in the blink of an eye into an ancient divine tree.
Thirty fruits resembling children hung from the divine tree.
Ginseng Fruit!
They looked much like the legendary Ginseng Fruits. Their fragrance permeated the air, making his mouth water and stirring an irresistible urge to pick one and take a bite.
But with those people having gone ahead of him, he did not act rashly.
Ginseng Fruits might be miraculous, but without Essence, Qi, and Spirit, he did not care for them.
Added to that were the beings who had entered before him and the screams he had heard, all of which told him this place was dangerous.
If he remembered correctly, the legends recorded that it took ten thousand years for thirty Ginseng Fruits to ripen.
Those immortals and gods who entered and saw the Ginseng Fruits would certainly have picked them.
Once they had been picked, how could there still be thirty here?
And that chewing sound—who, exactly, was eating whom?
Jiang Changkong circled the Ginseng Fruit tree once. Encountering no danger, he continued onward.
There was no road to be found in the darkness. He could only keep moving forward.
The divine hall seemed endless. Even at his speed, after advancing for an hour, he still had not reached its end, and darkness remained all around him.
Jiang Changkong came to a halt, and Chaos