The Divine Wood, which hadn't moved for a thousand years, suddenly swayed slightly at this moment, and the ripples spread in the Bibo Lake below.
However, if you look closely, you can see clearly that the movement is not from the Divine Wood itself but from the vines clinging to it, wrapping around it like a giant python.
The vines stretch downward into Bibo Lake and upward to the top of the Divine Wood, yet they are shrouded in a powerful pressure, as if transforming the surrounding hundred miles into a Boundary Domain.
At the top of the Divine Wood, a short figure slowly materialized, holding a black vine staff. With white hair and beard, narrowly long eyes, the figure gazed northward with a slightly grave expression.
"Who dares to intrude into Bibo Lake?" Immortal Lord Shen Teng murmured softly, speaking in human tongue, heavy with suspicion alongside his gravity.
