Chen Pingchuan listened to the village chief's account, his heart filled with mixed emotions. He hadn't expected such a terrifying truth to be hidden behind this seemingly peaceful mountain village. Using live humans for sacrifices—in his past life, such an act would have been condemned by gods and men alike.
Recalling the eerie silence of the village, Chen Pingchuan pressed on, "Why does that strange tree do this? What exactly is its purpose?"
The village chief slowly raised his head, his eyes full of fear and confusion. "I don't know what purpose the Divine Tree serves. It's like a bottomless pit that can never be filled, endlessly demanding life."
"You must know something," Chen Pingchuan insisted. "That strange tree wasn't originally the old locust tree at the village entrance, was it?"
