Ling Ningzhi pinched the spell, sensing the Heavenly Secret, attempting to deduce the correct path. However, no matter how many times she calculated, the result was the same...
Both paths led to death!
"Since that's the case, might as well just pick one at random."
Ling Ningzhi lifted her foot and walked towards the small path on the left.
Just then, a refreshing and pleasant fragrance spread all around.
As the fog before her eyes gradually dispersed, a towering tree stood erect before her.
With a majestic trunk and winding branches, the vast canopy shaded the heavens and the earth. A pale red fruit hung on the treetops, exuding a rich vitality.
"Heavenly Primordial Spirit Fruit?"
"Did I end up in this Illusory World because the failure to obtain this object has been weighing on my mind?"
Ling Ningzhi shook her head, about to turn away when suddenly, a sigh reached her ears:
