Once the thick liquid condensed into spheres, the spheres shattered in an instant, and Little Ghosts sprang out from within.
"So this is how these Little Ghosts are created," Xu Zimo said with great interest.
"This is a Ghost Oak Tree. If the Evil Qi becomes concentrated enough, it can indeed create Little Ghosts," Seven-Faced Demon General said.
"But it shouldn't be producing them this quickly. These Little Ghosts are appearing one after another without end. That is rather strange."
The three of them stepped forward and inspected the area.
Seven-Faced Demon General looked at the soil beneath them, pondered for a moment, then spoke.
"No wonder. They used Sacred Soil to grow a Ghost Oak Tree. They really were willing to spend lavishly."
Many rare treasures of heaven and earth had extremely demanding requirements for their growing environments, and ordinary soil could hardly cultivate them.
Thus, special spirit soil, Sacred Soil, and the like came into being.
This kind of soil was exceptionally rare, and it was generally used to cultivate divine medicines. No one would waste it on a tree as insignificant as a Ghost Oak Tree.
Because of the Sacred Soil, this Ghost Oak Tree could produce one Little Ghost every minute.
"Let's take a look ahead," Xu Zimo said.
The three passed through the Ghost Oak forest and walked straight onward.
At last, an enormous valley appeared before them.
The valley stretched boundlessly, larger than any valley Xu Zimo had ever seen.
The valley floor plunged unfathomably deep, while only one kind of plant grew along its edges.
It was the blood-red West King Flower.
The darkness in the sky seemed to be gradually dispersed, and the pale white of dawn slowly emerged in the east.
As light spread, the Little Ghosts' attacks grew weaker and