At the moment of finding the historical imprint, Lu Yuan gently closed his eyes, and blurry images appeared in his mind.
Blizzard!
The terrifying blizzard was the wildest roar of nature.
The sky was covered by thick dark clouds, and the originally clear blue had long since disappeared, replaced by a chaotic gray and white.
The cold wind, like sharp blades, howled and swept in, carrying dense snowflakes, crazily beating the ground. The "Snowflake Tree" swayed precariously on the snow, its branches scraping against the air with sharp sounds.
Lu Yuan was absorbed in this information, deeply immersed, even feeling the temperature coming from the air, and involuntarily shivered: "So cold!"
The blizzard lasted long, and eventually, the snowflake tree snapped with a "crack," its life coming to an end.
Lu Yuan was jolted out of the illusion realm.
"Was this the last moment of the big tree? Hmm..."
