This ancient tree, once lush and majestic, now looks in terrible condition. Its trunk, as thick as a dragon vein, is wrapped in strands of viscous, ink-like evil qi that exude an ominous aura.
This evil qi, like maggots on a bone, continuously devours the grand Essence Yuan of the Ancestor Blood Parasol, causing its branches and leaves to wither and its divine radiance to dim.
Chu Zheng's expression remained calm, without a hint of hesitation, as he raised his hand gently towards the Divine Wood tormented by evil qi.
A stream of clear light flowed from his fingertips, crossing space and time, landing precisely on the heart of the Ancestor Blood Parasol.
Hiss—
In an instant, the persistent evil qi entwining the tree trunk began to surge under the cleansing of this clear light.
In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black evil qi was expelled at a visibly rapid pace, dispersing and transforming into wisps of green smoke that faded into the void.
