Bell rings atop the misty mountains

Yang Qing and the four judges who distinctively heard that sound, found their bodies trembling, as the black ball before them shattered instantly, while the five feathers dimmed out and phased out of existence.

In the place of the blackball now stood a red thorn tree that glimmered with a crystalline beauty surrounded with darkness and heavy stench of death, blood, and torment.

The tree despite being only 10 meters in height, seemed like it could extend to the heavens if it wanted, and the oceans and every other area around the continent if it so wished.