The silver branches of the Chaos Divine Tree swayed in the wind. The once-radiant leaves were now dim and dull, and the Xuanhuang Qi within their veins was nearly exhausted.
Standing at the very peak of the canopy, Taichu lightly touched a dying bud, his brow furrowed in a deep frown.
"A century has passed, yet the silver branches have yet to recover. Master, there must be something strange going on here."
Chapter 285