In an instant, Yang Yi escaped the burning pain. Puzzled and dazed, he drifted slowly down through the air and finally landed on soft, lush green grass.
"Where is this...?"
Yang Yi held his forehead. His brain throbbed with pain, and he felt groggy, with the nagging sense that he had forgotten something...
Fortunately, the surroundings were beautiful. Bright sunshine bathed the land, quickly dispelling both his agitation and the pain in his head. He felt as though his soul had been healed.
Suddenly, several pieces of equipment fell from above, along with a clear, deep-blue gemstone.
Yang Yi initially thought they looked familiar, but after a closer look, he was certain they were all treasures!
"Treasures actually fall from the sky!"
He marveled, immediately picking up every piece of equipment without leaving a single one behind.
There was a heavy Greatsword, an exquisite Antique Flintlock, a brick-like shortsword, and a gemstone that looked valuable at a glance.
"This gemstone... tsk, tsk!"
Yang Yi held the gemstone and scrutinized it, feeling that it was worth a fortune.
Through the gem, he also saw the lush, towering tree ahead...
It was a tree, probably...?
In any case, it was so beautiful that he could not tear his eyes away.
Although it had no trunk, its branches were incredibly long, reaching straight into the clouds. They swayed gently in the wind, laden with dense foliage, brimming with life. What an enchanting sight!
Yang Yi could hardly wait to become part of it.
It was also thanks to this deity that warm, gentle light bathed this land, creating such a scene of endless life, with all things flourishing.
Warmth filled Yang Yi's heart. Even his blood seemed to grow warmer, flowing faster through his body.
"Thank you for your blessing, The Charred Tree!"