Thirteen towering ancient trees, too large for several people to encircle, formed a large circle, their branches hanging down, sealing the center tightly.
Not only was there no visibility, but even the divine soul power couldn't penetrate the center surrounded by these thirteen towering grotesque trees.
With heavy doubts, Ye Zhen parted the dense branches and leaves.
At the moment of parting, Ye Zhen keenly sensed that the thirteen ancient trees inexplicably trembled simultaneously, seemingly somewhat displeased with Ye Zhen's intrusion, but it was merely displeasure.
After all, Ye Zhen controlled the Spirit Communication Hall and the Huichun Blessed Land, which was no small feat.
In the middle was actually a—hole!
A huge, pitch-black black hole with a diameter of three to four hundred meters.
"Tree roots?"
