The tree, an exceedingly orderly tree.
It was the spitting image of a tree from the primer used by learned men to enlighten young children in the mortal world, and it perhaps more closely resembled a pine tree.
Upon its layered branches grew fruits resembling skulls that emitted a ghastly blue glow, flickering like will-o'-the-wisps.
Blue ripples spread out around it.
The waters, already transformed into a silver ocean, were frozen solid by this force, appearing still in motion yet having become solid.
The Silver Dragon lowered its head to gaze at the tree, a flicker of understanding flashing in its silver pupils.
"The netherworld."
Uttering so, it looked towards those Immortal Ascension cultivators standing amidst the clouds and spoke slowly, "You want me to purge the wrathful spirits of this place and forge a path with the merit golden light?"
"Exactly that,"
