Gu Xi looked at the roots that looked like the branches of an ancient dragon tree. There was a gray fog spreading out, and some of the roots had already covered most of the roots. It was filled with an indescribable mystery.
"What is this thing? Why is it entrenched in the roots..."
The ancient giant tree and the gray fog did not share the same roots. He wanted to continue to see it more clearly, but his Divine Sense had only reached a depth of dozens of meters when an unprecedented sense of danger surged into his heart.
What he saw now was just the tip of the iceberg. Gu Xi had a premonition that if he continued to search, he might even transform into Dao and fuse with the tree, becoming the nourishment for the ancient giant tree.
Or he might be swallowed by the gray fog and die from it!
