Without the need for the Millennium Corpse Ginseng to remind him, Fang Lin had already sensed the overwhelmingly dense corporeal qi around him, with ghostly winds howling by his ears. An ordinary person would probably be scared half to death here.
Fang Lin and the Millennium Corpse Ginseng were not here for the first time. They had visited years ago and had encountered many dangers at that time, as well as obtained great opportunities.
Returning here now, the dangers of this place seemed trivial to Fang Lin.
The Blood Lake had already dried up, and standing on the shore, one could see the withered and scorched trunk of an ancient magic tree underground, completely dead, devoid of any sign of life.
Beneath the Blood Lake, there were densely packed skeletons, all of whom were people who had ventured into Ghost Mountain Blood Lake in the past and ended up dying here, serving as nutrients for the ancient magic tree.
