This area seemed to already be the end of the Divine Palace of Creation.

Even though this towering divine tree that stood there was completely charred black, mottled, and damaged, yet it carried an aura of looking down upon all the beings in the world and standing through eternity.

The facts were indeed like this. Merely the strand of aura it emitted transformed into a terrifying restriction that enveloped every inch of space within this area, and it seemed as if once one trespassed by a single step, one would suffer a calamity.

“What spirit! You perished a myriad of years ago, yet still resolutely refuse to fall and are still standing towering here until today. If it wasn’t for the descent of the calamity of the three dimensions, you’d probably be standing proudly at the peak of the Grand Dao since a long time ago, right?” The tiny cauldron spoke with a voice that carried a trace of admiration for the first time.

“Senior, so in this way, that divine tree is the shell left behind by the Dark Parasol Divine Tree when it perished?” Chen Xi was shocked in his heart and asked with a surprised tone.

“Exactly. Unfortunately, the profundities of the world branded upon it have already transformed into everything within this Dark Parasol’s Abyss. Otherwise, merely this shell you’ve seen would draw over countless storms that would shake the three dimensions.” The tiny cauldron paused for...