Shen Luo and his companions had flown onward for only a short while when an enormous, hazy black shape came into view far ahead on the open plain.
The dark shape resembled a giant umbrella, its canopy covering an area nearly a hundred zhang across.
Once they drew a little closer, Shen Luo finally saw that the "giant umbrella" was indeed an ancient tree towering dozens of zhang into the sky.
Its trunk was thick and straight, its crown broad and dense, sheltering an area nearly a hundred zhang across.
"We're almost there..."
Only then did Yuan Yuan regain a little of her vitality, flying ahead with renewed excitement.
"Oh, Brother Shen, Sister Wuman'er, whenever Miasma Rain falls, sprites and monsters who can't get home in time take shelter in the tree and beneath it. At times like this, even natural enemies won't attack each other. But most of them are timid, especially around the Human Race and the Demon Clan. When we get there, remember to move gently so you don't frighten them." Suddenly remembering this, Yuan Yuan hurried to warn them.
Wuman'er and Shen Luo exchanged a glance, amusement in their eyes, then nodded in turn.
But just as they were about to fly down beneath the tree, a burst of fire suddenly erupted from its crown.
It was accompanied by a thunderous boom.
A ball of crimson flame the size of a human head exploded at the treetop. Countless sparks scattered across the crown, igniting clusters of scarlet fire.
The flames were clearly no ordinary fire. They burned fiercely and violently, tongues of flame lunging across the crown until its entire upper portion was ablaze.
Though Miasma Rain filled the sky, it could do nothing to extinguish the flames.
Shen Luo looked over with knitted brows and