The golden great sun streaked across the celestial vault.
Now, it's crucial to make a getaway.
Zhang Fusheng multitasked, steering the golden ancient war chariot while diverting his thoughts to the Ten Thousand Ridges Divine Statue connected to him, observing that eerie peach tree,
He had never dared to approach it. Every time the thought arose, his innate spiritual sense would issue a frantic warning, signifying great terror there—just as expected!
"Miss Ming Yue."
Zhang Fusheng lightly tapped the void with his five fingers, connecting with Miss Ming Yue through a method of prayer, hurriedly saying:
"The peach tree...has come alive!"
"Come alive? Young Master Zhang, don't be anxious. What does 'come alive' mean?"
The questioning voice echoed by his ear.
"Literally!"
Through the statue's perspective, Zhang Fusheng observed the peach tree. The eerie immortal tree seemed awakened, each peach branch like a divine chain, piercing forth into a vortex!
