Inside the stone hall.

The heavy doors slowly closed behind them. Qing Muling looked around. It was quite spacious inside, except for a peculiar tree standing in the middle of the hall, there was nothing else.

"This is our ultimate goal for this trip!"

Yu Lingzhou's eyes sparkled as she stared at the not-so-tall peculiar tree. Although it was only three zhang tall, it emitted a strange and profound Dao rhyme, as if it were an unfathomable vast void, awe-inspiring. The tree crown, with a radius of about ten zhang, was shrouded in colorful clouds, radiating brilliant colors.