Three months later.
They arrived by a great lake. The mountains were clear, the waters beautiful, and birds and beasts roamed about.
Yet the most eye-catching sight was the ancient tree by the lake. It would take at least ten thousand people linking arms to encircle it. This place seemed not to have received the blessings of Heaven and Earth Sublimation, with only a vast stretch of grassland in sight.
Even the Yaohua Spirit Paulownias stood far away from this place.
Many distinctive wooden houses had been built in the tree, and numerous diminutive beings came and went from them. They were even shorter than Ke Ding... they were the Earth Spirit Race.
Their temperaments were gentle and mild. They lived on the leaves of this tree, as if they had dwelled here for generations, keeping apart from worldly strife. There were several thousand households, and their strongest cultivator was merely at the Nascent Soul Realm.
Yet if one did not seek Immortal Dao Resources beyond this place, it seemed that the upper limit of the Great Age's living beings was the Nascent Soul Realm.
This ancient tree was lush with branches and leaves, brimming with vitality. Merely looking upon it could calm one's mind.
A Silverback Giant Ape lay reclined beneath the tree. It propped its chin up with one hand, its eyes blinking at a remarkably steady rhythm, as though it bore some unspeakable secret in its heart.
This Silverback Giant Ape's cultivation was passable as well—Dao Integration Late Stage. Its vitality and blood were like a dragon's, and it still had a long lifespan ahead of it.
After finishing that cup of tea that year, Chen Xun had already learned of this place.
Yet there was nothing particularly extraordinary about it. Instead, it was tranquil and peaceful,