Di Shen climbed onto the towering ancient tree, and the demon beasts gradually fell silent.
He leaned against the tree branch, slowly regulating his breath, attempting to restore the Primordial Power within his body as quickly as possible.
Perhaps due to extreme fatigue, he closed his eyes and loosened his grip on the Nine Dragon Chant, stained with blood.
The night grew even darker, like ink that couldn't be cleansed away.
A branch of the ancient tree suddenly moved, wrapping around the male sword Nine Dragon Chant and pulling it away.
A mass of dense branches and leaves shielded Di Shen, entwining his limbs and waist in layers. Within moments, Di Shen's figure was completely obscured.
The demon energy of the ancient tree soared, and the place where Di Shen had rested transformed into a large tree cocoon.
In deep sleep, Di Shen was oblivious to the changes happening outside.
"Heh heh, the blood and flesh of the Demon Ancestor are truly delicious."
