The colossal Buddha Spirit Root writhed, desperately trying to absorb the Great Sun Spiritual Energy, but the secret realm produced a tornado, devouring the energy like a whale swallowing water.
Suddenly, an unknown voice lamented, echoing incessantly within the secret realm.
"The relic holds life, guarding the treasure trove. No path leads to the Dan Ladder atop Yao Platform."
The Bone Desolate Taoist said nothing, but the murderous intent in his gaze was resolute. A palpable aura radiated from his entire being.
He noticed the colossal Buddha Spirit Root showing signs of decay and rot because it could no longer absorb the replenishing Great Sun Spiritual Energy.
The sword refining regressed instead of advancing.
Clang, clang, clang.
