A vast expanse of undulating green mountains where a deafening explosion echoes from the depths, sending a massive surge of golden light soaring into the sky, shaking the earth and mountains, faintly mixed with the sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.
Deep within the mountains, Zhou Yunlang, Wu Qian, and a woman in a red dress stand on a clearing. Not far away lies a towering tree, with a large number of broken roots scattered across the ground.
Holding a fist-sized green crystal core in his hand, Zhou Yunlang says, "To think there's a Tree Person of the Mahayana Realm here... Toasting not accepted leads to forced drinking, so you were slain."
"The Qin Taoist Friend from the Blood River Sect is an Alchemist. He will definitely like this Eighth Rank Wood Demon Crystal Core," Wu Qian says with a smile, his face full of envy.
Zhou Yunlang nods, about to say something when he frowns and his right hand emits a strong black light, striking the ground.
