A shimmering golden halo seemed to call out silently.
Wen Shu frowned slightly; she hadn't forgotten the oppressive feeling from the last time she touched the Divine Tree Leaves.
Yet, she wanted to leave, but her legs felt as if they were welded in place, unable to move.
This neglected leaf suddenly illuminated after her arrival; it must want to convey some information...
Wen Shu resolutely closed her eyes and followed the halo deeper into the palace.
In the vast, dim hall, only her footsteps echoed.
The water carried a faint scent of death, revealing swollen, unrecognizable corpses every few paces.
Wen Shu closely observed them, noticing their wounds were clean, only a few perished from toxins.
Did a battle occur here before it was tainted?
She sensed something was amiss but had no time to ponder it; the Divine Tree Leaves lay ahead, on a high pillar.
And here, too, was the place with the most corpses.
