Broken stellar debris floated at the edge of the divine temple. Taichu stood with a solemn gaze on the withered branch of the Chaos Divine Tree, which was stained with holy light.
This ancient tree, which should have been dead, had golden divine blood flowing across its surface, and tens of thousands of Nascent Souls of Eastern cultivators hung among its branches and leaves.
"This is already the seventh source of pollution."
Chapter 278