The Radix World Tree fell to the ground and took root. Xian Xian’s spiritform looked fine, if a little fatigued. It was right next to Feiling's flower with Tianming, anxiously looking at it.

"Why did this happen... why...." It tried hugging the flower, only for the blood grudge to turn into a ghostly figure and slam into it, pushing it back and corrupting it.

"Ling'er!" Tianming approached the flower, prompting the same reaction when his arm approached it. The slightest touch of the bloody storm caused the flesh around his body to painfully rot. It could...