"Tree Elder."
With Ning Wuxu's call, the tall and sturdy ancient Spiritual Tree that soared into the skies suddenly trembled.
Flap flap flap, dozens of Spiritual Birds perched on the branches were startled into flight, circling for a moment before, possibly sensing no danger, they finally settled back down.
A weathered face gradually appeared on the vast trunk of the tree, covered with dense wrinkles and a long, drooping beard.
This aged face seemed to have undergone countless years of vicissitudes.
However, beneath the signs of age, there was also a kind of vigorous vitality. It should have been quite contradictory, yet it felt incredibly natural, without the slightest sense of discordance.