Shi Wei shook his head, clearing his view of the surrounding landscape. Everything that met his eye was barren and completely drained of color. Inwardly, he praised his foresight in reading that book beforehand. According to the text, that black mist was no ordinary fog at all, but a wind—a wind born to fulfill the desires of others.
"Could that be... the Bodhi Immortal Tree?!"
Filled with inner awe, Shi Wei walked on while scanning his surroundings. Bathed in that gloomy, dim light, he spotted a strange tree not far away. Amidst this utterly desolate terrain, the tree retained a brilliant, vibrant emerald hue, every single leaf faintly radiating a dazzling radiance.
Chapter 137