Serpent Ancestor

Yuan Ming stopped his steps as he walked around a rock and came to a halt.

Beside a mountain wall in front of him, there grew a withered old tree. The bark had long fallen off, revealing a shriveled trunk with numerous decayed holes. It seemed to have died many years ago.

Yuan Ming ignored the other parts of the dead tree and looked towards the bottom. On a low branch of the tree, there grew a black Lingzhi mushroom the size of a palm. It had a silver pattern on the edge, clearly indicating that it was not an ordinary object.

”Sure enough, it’s the Yin Yuan Lingzhi!” Yuan Ming squatted down and carefully examined it, his face filled with joy.