The tree’s branches flickered back and forth and exuded a verdant glow, resembling a laurel tree in an immortal paradise.

The spectators inside the camp stared in astonishment. The locals found it strange because the ancestral peak didn’t have a divine tree like this in the past.

The members of the Biandu felt the same way. They obviously knew more about this peak than outsiders. It didn’t have a tree like this at all. The place had no spirituality and energy...