As a forbidden island, the guards only patrolled around the perimeter and never ventured deep inside.
Having used dream manipulation to bypass their surveillance, Fu Qian soon felt changes in his body.
The closer he got to the islet in the swamp, the more intense the sensation of twisting and mutation became.
Even the itching of his skin reappeared, forcing Fu Qian to summon all his concentration, cautiously restraining the flesh buds writhing on his skin.
It took quite some time, but Fu Qian finally set foot on the islet.
The islet wasn't large, and Fu Qian quickly arrived at the white tree, examining the existence known as the Sacred Tree.
From this distance, the white tree was even more lustrous and dazzling.
Its bark was not like that of other trees, rough with textures, but was smooth and fine, akin to human skin.
And in the distance, not easily noticeable, the tree was actually made of two branches entwined with each other.
