The Divine Tree was ten thousand meters tall, shining with dazzling brilliance.
As the leaves of the Divine Tree breathed in and out, the heavens and the earth dimmed, and a black hole formed, absorbing spiritual energy and sunlight. No matter how much was funneled from the outside world, it was never enough.
In the end, this location, blessed with a third-order superior spiritual vein, even became a place with scarce spiritual energy—a land of weakened spirit.
Jiang Ding walked into the Sun God Wood, navigating through its branches.
It was as if he was riding the wind through the void, without knowing where to stop; as if he was isolated from the world, about to ascend to immortality, breathing in the mechanism of heaven and earth.
At this moment, the Taiqing Flying Sword, a treasure of the Primordial Spirit, had already attained such a grandeur!
"Request access to the fourth-grade superior spiritual vein."
Jiang Ding said softly.
