Kapitel 199: Chapter 142: Black Mountain (First Update)_1

"Ancient temples in all directions are like demonic prisons."

"Seven-foot cold frost swords are like dragons."

This was the scene and the impression it made on everyone present.

Sword light stretched infinitely, weaving a domain of swords, casting light upon an expanse of darkness.

Within this realm of swords, amidst the darkness, lay an ancient and dilapidated temple, where boundless dark currents surged like tidal waves, surrounding a towering, sky-reaching tree.

This tree was a locust tree, yet not an ordinary one; it stood a thousand feet tall, with countless roots and vines hanging down, rooting themselves into the ancient temple, forming an eerie sanctuary where a myriad of phantom shadows wailed and shrieked.

It was the Locust Tree of Gloomy Yin-Yang!