The anomaly dissipated, and everything returned to silence.
The Primordial Spirit returned to normal, and the golden raindrops in the inner world vanished.
The Immortal Tree had completely transformed.
It stood eleven zhang tall.
The branches and leaves stretched out, luxuriant and abundant, with a canopy like a curtain. The overlapping layers of branches and leaves shimmered with vibrant colors, with a flow of Dao rhythm intertwined amidst the brilliance.
The textures on the trunk were exceptionally clear.
Each line contained an indescribable, profound mystery.
At the tips of the branches, the distinctly colored Immortal Leaves occupied their places, each with a primary and secondary order, yet forming a seamless whole.
Looking at it as a whole, it truly was a magnificent tree.
A tree of incredible mystery.
"What a magnificent Immortal Tree!!" Observing the large tree within his inner world, Jiang Ning felt a deep sense of emotion.
