The road at the bottom of the mountain ravine was initially narrow, but after walking about a mile, the view and the path gradually opened up.
But along the way, apart from broken stones and steep mountain walls, Ye Lingyue did not find any traces of people or Spiritual Beasts having lived there.
Just when Ye Lingyue thought this was just a desolate ravine.
Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind swept through the mountain peaks ahead.
A strange scene unfolded, countless leaves came rushing like a blizzard. Ye Lingyue squinted her eyes and reached out to catch a leaf.
It was a purple leaf, a kind she had never seen elsewhere on the mainland.
It looked like a Parasol Leaf, but its color was purely purple.
The wind calmed, Ye Lingyue looked ahead, and her pupils shrank suddenly with a feeling of suffocation.
So beautiful...
At the end of the mountain ravine stood a tree.
