On the Divine Mountain, the enormous Divine Tree towered over the peak like a small hill piled upon a giant one, occupying most of the area.
At first glance, the Divine Tree did not appear very different from any other large tree. With its deep brown bark and lush, vibrant green leaves, it resembled a giant umbrella, casting a wide shadow under the sun. If it weren't for its hill-like size, this was completely different from what Chen Pingchuan had imagined. Of course, the mysterious patterns on the bark revealed its extraordinary nature; they were identical to the ones on the roots he had cut.
"Hey, where is Lord Divine Tree?" After observing for a long time and finding nothing unusual, Chen Pingchuan decided to just ask.
Meanwhile, Lan Duoduo stood with his eyes closed, his expression devout, and did not immediately respond. Chen Pingchuan was in no rush, as he could tell the follower named Lan Duoduo was likely communicating with the Divine Tree.
