They saw the Golden Tree.
It was a towering giant tree.
Its crown pierced through the leaden gray clouds, roots sprawling to the edge of the horizon, and its branches flowed with molten gold-like veins, each crack bursting with starlight-like radiance. Its scale far exceeded mortal understanding, and even from perhaps hundreds or thousands of miles away, its golden silhouette still delivered a powerful visual impact.
Compared to the Golden Tree, those mysterious architectural groups that should have sparked a desire for exploration from afar paled in comparison.
But the most overwhelming feeling was the sense from the Golden Tree that could only be described as "holy."
The group gazed at the Golden Giant Tree for a long time, momentarily forgetting their dangerous situation, until Tepi finally broke the silence.
"The Dungeon, truly the most mysterious and magnificent existence, only a god could create such a miracle."
