In the depths of Xuanwei Island, shrouded in thick mist, black threads floated in the air, forming a large black sun above.
Seen from afar.
The mist was like the willow shade of a giant tree spreading its branches and leaves, swaying in the wind, gathering but not dispersing.
Xie Xuanyi stood wielding his sword in mid-air, watching this scene, feeling a sense of déjà vu. This giant tree covered in dense mist seemed like the Immortal Tree in the Primordial Swallowing Sacred Realm, and also resembled the great tree that appeared with the black-clothed Sword Holder in the Ancient Tree Cave Heaven.
"Is this the Immortal Tree?"
Xie Xuanyi turned his head and asked the Wangyou Island couple beside him.
"It is not."
Lord Duan shook his head: "This is an illusion formed by condensed Primordial Energy, not real."
"An illusion..."
Xie Xuanyi felt a bit disappointed.
But upon reflection, it was reasonable.
The Immortal Tree is so rare.
How could there be so many in this world?
