The bamboo as thick as a water barrel, not only its trunk but even its leaves are snow-white like jade, showered with Sacred Entity brilliance.
It thrusts into the sky, not like common bamboo that grows straight up, resembling a horned dragon instead, with its main trunk curving mightily, dense leaves glittering with a luster like mutton fat.
Accompanied by primal chaos mist, forming a pool at the roots, its white fluid fragrant and intoxicating.
However, all these sacred sights could not make Shi Hao enchanted; rather, they made his body feel somewhat cold. What do the ancient imprints on that purple-glowing stone wall beside him reveal?
The roar left by that immortal creature, undoubtedly filled with unwillingness, and even a sense of frustration and some despair. Is he searching for a way to decipher the bizarre and ominous phenomena? This is somewhat absurd!
