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Zhang Rui stepped into the hall of the Shadow League, his abrupt appearance and shabby attire immediately attracting numerous gazes. In this exotic space filled with various creatures, his human form and disheveled appearance stood out conspicuously. Some of the creatures shuttling through the hall cast curious and wary glances, seemingly appraising this new stranger.
However, these diverse creatures seemed preoccupied with their own affairs and soon dispersed, continuing their bustling activities. Zhang Rui wandered aimlessly in this vast hall, looking around. He saw fox people, with their graceful figures and fluffy tails; kappa with unique water basins on their heads, their skin a deep green color and their eyes lively; dwarves, small but sturdy, mostly busy repairing or crafting various peculiar devices; and the beastmen, appearing powerful and robust, covered in thick fur and exuding a wild gleam in their eyes.
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"Here gathers fantastic creatures from all corners, each with their own role in this mysterious organization, collectively maintaining a certain balance. Zhang Rui feels both amazed and curious, never having imagined being in such a diverse and complex world. His gaze wanders around the hall, trying to find a clue to establish himself in this new world. Every corner, every passerby, could be his new starting point, and Zhang Rui is filled with a desire for the unknown and an expectation for adventure.
Zhang Rui is awed by the grandeur of the sky-reaching giant tree, slowly approaching this vigorously vital tree. His steps seem to become solemn and solemn as he approaches, as if each step is a kind of religious pilgrimage. The roots of the tree are twisted and strong, deeply embedded in the ground, even drilling under the stone slabs of the Taoist temple, making the entire building look like it has grown out of the tree itself."
The branches of the giant tree soar into the clouds, and every leaf gently sways in the light breeze, creating a faint rustling sound as if telling ancient stories. The sunlight makes the light on these leaves particularly dazzling, each flicker conveying the mystery and vitality of the tree to Zhang Rui.
Zhang Rui looks up at the top of the giant tree, but sees only a layer of light mist covering the treetops, obscuring its true height. This tree seems to be connected to the sky, binding the entire Shadow League closely with the spirit of heaven and earth.
Carvings and symbols on the trunk seem to record the history and secrets of the Shadow Realm, each intricate pattern containing rich cultural and powerful symbolic meanings. These symbols shimmer with wisdom in Zhang Rui's eyes, guiding his thoughts through ancient legends and myths.
As Zhang Rui approaches the giant tree, he feels increasingly small, realizing that the tree is not just a physical giant, but also a witness of time and space, surpassing anything Zhang Rui has known. This feeling fills Zhang Rui with both awe and fascination, as his heart is consumed by the desire to explore the mysteries of this enigmatic giant tree.
Zhang Rui gazed at the giant tree, filled with curiosity and awe for this mysterious tree. He couldn't help but wonder, how tall is the true height of this tree? What role does it play in the Shadow League? The texture of the trunk seemed to be telling ancient secrets, fueling Zhang Rui's desire to understand the mysterious power of this tree.
Just then, a deep and powerful voice sounded in Zhang Rui's ear, with a hint of kindness and humor: "It's towering, isn't it? skyward tree?"
Zhang Rui turned around and looked at the old man with a calm and charismatic demeanor. The old man's robe was simple yet full of dignity, and his eyes were deep, as if they could see through people's hearts. What surprised Zhang Rui the most was that the old man had four eyes on his face. The extra two eyes seemed to have grown above the original ones, equally clear and profound, giving the old man's face a mysterious and solemn appearance.
"Yes, this is the skyward tree, the symbol of the Shadow League, and our spiritual pillar," the old man's voice was deep and powerful, as if each word contained profound wisdom.
The old man said lightly, "You don't know what skyward tree is, do you?" Zhang Rui nodded. The old man's words echoed slowly in the hall, as if carrying an ancient magic. "The existence of skyward tree has an incomparable significance for our world," he continued, his voice revealing deep respect for this ancient tree.
"The balance and harmony of the three realms - the heavenly realm, the underworld, and the human realm - are maintained by skyward tree. After the great war between the heavenly realm and the underworld, to prevent the conflict from affecting the human realm again, the gods planted this giant tree. It is not only a barrier, but also a bridge connecting different worlds." The old man's eyes shimmered with memories of this history.
"You are now standing in this place, the Shadow Realm, located right in the middle of the skyward tree. Here, it does not belong to the heavenly realm or the hellish realm; it is a unique existence. Many creatures in the Shadow Realm are closely related to the skyward tree. Its growth environment and the magic it emits are the core of the Shadow Realm."
Zhang Rui listened to the old man's words, and his heart was filled with shock. He had never imagined that a tree could hold such an important position and meaning. The skyward tree is not only a symbol of the Shadow League, but it is also the key to the entire Shadow Realm and even the balance of the three realms.
"This tree is our guardian and our guide," the old man said with reverence in his voice. His gaze once again fell upon the giant skyward tree, as if paying homage to this ancient tree.
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