One Pound Meat, One More Attribute Point

The scorching wind blew directly into the face, whipping up gravel that stung the skin with every gust. Su Heng squinted slightly and soon adjusted to the fierce light within the tomb. This was a desolate wasteland, the sky clear and cloudless, with a black sun suspended above, radiating light.

The surroundings were dominated by rising mountains, obscured by dust, and with the swirling heatwaves distorting the air, they appeared somewhat blurry, indistinct.

In the center of the secret realm stood an ancient tree looming high.

This large tree somewhat resembled the totems they had seen at the entrance. It was two massive trees entwined and fused together. Its dark, gnarled branches spread out in all directions, like a canopy, obstructing the sky and sun.

Green leaves and red flowers should have grown on the trunk, but now, tainted by the breath of the demon gods, all had withered, leaving nothing but a view of scorched yellow. Yet even so, this mountainous tree exuded an imposing aura, a vast presence that felt as if it upheld the heavens and earth of the entire secret realm.

"Leaves like mulberry, also with fruits, blooming red flowers. Two trees, intertwined from the same root, reliant on each other; hence, they are known as Fusang trees."

A look of awe was plastered on Qin Shunying’s face.

Recalling the records about this place, she turned towards Su Heng and spoke softly, "This is the legendary Fusang Sacred Tree, a pity that it has withered over the long years, devoid of vitality, leaving only a husk behind; otherwise, the spectacle before us would be even more magnificent."

"It indeed is a fine view," nodded Su Heng.