The canyon was dark and eerie. The roadside was scattered with bones that emitted a faint green glow, and some bone piles even sprouted clusters of black mushrooms, like tumors on a diseased beast, making the scene all the more grotesque.
After nearly half an hour of walking, Luo Xiu and his party finally reached the end of the canyon.
At the end, beneath a steep cliff, there was a massive rock that looked like the skull of some mysterious creature from a distance. Atop this "skull" sat a strange, withered tree over a hundred meters tall with dense branches.
The entire tree was charred black, as if carbonized. It looked like an ordinary tree that had been burned in a fire many years ago—seemingly unremarkable, yet it gave off an extremely dangerous feeling.
Kuang Pi said to Luo Xiu, "Junior Brother, that must be the Thunderstrike Wood."
Luo Xiu nodded slightly, noticing three house-sized Bee Hives hanging from the Thunderstrike Wood, looking like three fruits the tree had borne.
