As they walked out of the crisscrossing alleys, the view ahead gradually opened up.
Xu Zimo stared fixedly ahead.
In the open space before them lay a bottomless Devil Pool.
After perhaps ten thousand years of erosion by time, the devilish energy within the pool had already faded until it was almost invisible.
Clear pool water gently rippled around a great tree.
Everyone's eyes were drawn to that tree.
Its height was almost enough to rival the volcano itself.
It grew all the way to the summit of the volcano, its entire body pitch-black.
The thick trunk of the demonic tree was densely carved with the writing of the Ancient Demon Race.
The characters shimmered within the fiery volcanic magma.
This demonic tree was luxuriant with branches and leaves. Its branches nearly occupied the entire space here, as though the densely packed interior of the volcano had been hollowed out and filled by them.
The leaves of the demonic tree were oval, and every single one burned with a faint Black Flame.
Piercing sounds of struggle rose from within those flames.
It seemed that every leaf represented a life.
"Thank goodness, the Ancestor Tree is all right," the White Bone Demon said with a sigh of relief.
Xu Zimo stepped forward, crossing the empty land of magma ahead.
The Seven-Faced Demon General and the White Bone Demon remained behind and did not follow him.
As Xu Zimo approached step by step, the demonic tree seemed to have slumbered for a very long time.
Its branches, which hung straight down to the ground, began to tremble and sway little by little.
At a certain moment, all those branches erupted into motion, and every leaf on the tree began to radiate light.
Heaven-piercing devilish energy swirled around it, while the pool below,