The trees, ancient and towering, seemed to whisper secrets in a language he could not understand.
Ling Tian's heart pounded with a mixture of confusion and anticipation, but he pressed on, driven by the thought of saving the village from its sorrow.
Finally, after what felt like hours of arduous journeying, he reached a clearing bathed in an ethereal light.
In the center stood a massive tree, its bark shimmering with a faint, otherworldly glow.
Ling Tian approached it with appreciation, sensing the immense power that emanated from it.
"This must be the Heart of the Forest," he whispered to himself, he appreciated its beauty and majesty.
"This is truly a divine tree for the mortals, but it can't even be regarded as a spiritual medicine for Golden Core realm cultivators."
As he placed his hand on the tree's trunk, a surge of energy coursed through him, filling him with warmth and strength.