"What kind of Spirit Root is this?"
Zhang Jian's gaze fell on the Treasure Tree emitting intense Taiyin Radiance.
Wherever he looked, the veins on the leaves of the Treasure Tree didn't resemble the legendary laurel.
With a flick of his hand, Zhang Jian had already collected the Taiyin Star Souls and Taiyin Divine Marrow below.
Not to mention this Treasure Tree, merely having these Taiyin Spiritual Objects was already a significant wealth.
They were Supreme Treasures that could enhance the soul and Yin Spirit, and such treasures were never too many.
Zhang Jian's figure came before the stump, gazing at the roots beneath the young tree.
The roots of the Treasure Tree were embedded in the cut of the stump.
The stump's cut was neat, as if severed by some terrifying blade. Zhang Jian's sensitive Primordial Spirit Divine Sense enveloped the surrounding void, and in a moment, his gaze locked onto the top, noticing a gap at the top of the insect's den.
