Whatever isn't taken seriously must be true, Lin Bai thought, looking towards the Qingmu tree a hundred li away, complaining inwardly as he braced himself for a battle against the tree spirit.
The Qingmu towered into the clouds, surpassing even many of the surrounding mountain ranges in height.
Even from a distance of a hundred li, with an expansive view, Lin Bai couldn't see the treetop. From two-thirds of the trunk upwards, it was veiled by clouds.
The branches of the Qingmu were thick and strong. Large wooden houses were built upon its broad leaves, and mist swirled among the foliage, creating an ethereal beauty reminiscent of an elven kingdom from fairy tales, or perhaps Jianmu, the legendary bridge between heaven and earth.
It's not surprising at all that such a Divine Wood would birth a tree spirit.
