Thirty Thousand Years Ago, I Planted a Tree

As the saying goes, "Take one's money, undertake their troubles."

The scattered cultivators present were hired by Yushou An from the market at a high price.

With the emergence of the portal in the dragon whale's mouth, it became clear to everyone that Yushou An's ancestor's tomb was likely hidden within the whale's body.

The mutated Qingxin Wood, towering a thousand zhang high and with thousands of branches, drawing sustenance from the dragon whale's essence, was obviously a formidable entity.

Now was the time for them to earn their keep and escort their employer through this peril.

"Let's go," a tall scattered cultivator called out.

The others, gripping their mystical artifacts and some wielding talismans, prepared for battle.