The valley had clearly become a forbidden land. Under waves of terrifying, powerful auras, even a Rank Three Demon Spirit would have to think twice before entering.
Countless creatures couldn't understand what was happening. It looked as if they were guarding some peerless treasure that was about to emerge.
But after the devastating, frenzied bombardment of the deadly Celestial Tribulation, the valley had become a barren wasteland where likely not a single plant remained. What kind of treasure could possibly be there?
But soon, their questions were answered.
Beneath the massive, ancient tree, a light began to shine with increasing intensity, spreading outward. From within the glow emanated an incomparably cold aura, characteristic of the Snake Race. It was a chill like the dead of winter, piercing one's bones and freezing the very soul.
