In the depths of this spirit realm, on the 'battlefield' of the spirit realm devouring the snow realm, Donnie can't use the eye of general knowledge now, so he can't see through these figures shuttling between the lights and shadows.

But if Donnie could see their true identities, he might have turned around and gone back immediately, choosing a different spatial passage instead of here.

As the three of them continued to go deeper, things unsurprisingly changed again.

The rhizomes of vines appear on the delicate trapezoidal platform, and there are many pores on them that release invisible gases, and if you look closely, you will see that this is not a vine, but the aerial roots of a banyan tree of unimaginable size. Of course, these air roots seem to be illusory, at least Donnie can't see them now.

If you follow the air roots, shuttle through the cracks of the city where buildings of different ages are stacked on top of each other, you may be able to find the real body of this banyan tree.

These air roots cling to each building, and they penetrate deeply between walls or stones of different materials, as if they are sucking in something, and as if they are releasing something.

Despite the importance of the banyan tree's aerial roots, it was not the rhizomes that attracted Donnie's attention at the moment, but the gradually solidifying figures.

Near a strange and bizarre building, a woman in a black robe sat under the porch, looking at Donnie with soft eyes and waving softly to him.

However, Donnie completely ignored the beckoning woman in black, and pulled Podil forward briskly like a snake and scorpion.

Now, everyone can see these figures that look like real people, but they can't be real human beings. But Podier had never seen this mysterious woman dressed in a mysterious way.

Donnie obviously knew who she was, and the temple lantern he had helped him save him many times was the spoils of war from the woman in black.

Like the original 'master' of the paper elves, they were all dead, and they all died at the hands of Donnie.

Now they reappeared, but not as humans, not even ghosts, not at all, but something else that had taken their form.

Although the method left in Cork's letter, which is to ignore anyone and get safe, still works, Donnie feels that the hidden danger here is likely to be higher than the snow, but he has not yet discovered it.

This sense of crisis had arisen not so long ago, and more than once, the last time when I saw the king of Shugol, Aru.

This is different from the Snow Fragment, which has been abandoned by Urrel and cannot be repaired by him, without the supply of Urrel's divine power, the Snow Fragment naturally has little breath of the true kingdom of God, and there is a deep spiritual realm outside the Snow Fragment that is constantly devouring everything about it, which makes the Snow Fragment look nothing special, and it does not bring Donnie the current sense of crisis.

"Could it be that there is a demigod level weirdness hidden around here?" Donnie thinks it shouldn't be, otherwise the other party will come out and swallow himself in one bite, so why bother so hard like now?

Just as Donnie was thinking about it, there was another change around them, and a faint but real voice reached Donnie's ears.

Everyone heard the soft music, which was like a breeze around everyone's side. Downey seemed to see the city in the cold moon in the midst of this beautiful music.

The blue bay envelops this jewel-like city, and in the music, the breeze blows the branches of the green plants, and the city's strange buildings, cloisters, and gorgeous mansions gushing from the clear spring seem to shimmer with phosphorescent light, and the music is sometimes mixed with solemn bells.

The honey on the surface of the music can be cleaned up, but what you get is a deadly 'poison'.

Underneath each syllable lies a murmur that resembles the sound of a plant's branches swaying, evoking the image of a huge tree towering into the sky.

Below the immature sky, there are colorful clouds around the towering tree, which looks like the most wonderful dream.

Donnie's mind watched everything in front of him, and as he drew closer to his own view of the wonderful scene, the distance between the ancient tree and him kept narrowing.

At this time, Donnie still didn't realize that there was anything unusual, but he didn't see that under this dream banyan tree, which was shrouded in colorful clouds, countless air roots passed through the cities and stacked them together.

Hundreds of meters in diameter air roots run through the city's pavement, steel cable-like air roots pass through the gorgeous, majestic buildings, and fine hair air roots penetrate deep into the interior of each building, or enter through doors and windows, or directly through the walls and ground, connecting to the body of every life.

Each floor of the city is inhabited by seemingly different beings, some of which are extremely similar to humans, while others are very different from them. They all have a smile on their faces, and every living being looks in the direction of the airroot with open eyes and a strange smile.

If Donnie could see this scene in a sober state, then he would definitely choose to turn around and leave, but he has ignored these now, thinking of the [Dream Banyan Tree] side, indulging in the kind of aura that can calm everyone down.

Just when Donnie was really about to approach the dream banyan tree, he suddenly felt a heat in his body.

Bursts of faint golden light spilled out of his body, falling like a rain of light.

Golden rains of light fell from the sky, and the moment they appeared, they were out of place in this seemingly beautiful world. The rain of light tore through the space, suddenly triggering bursts of heart-rending wails.

Downey naturally wouldn't be ignorant of such a big commotion, and the music full of attraction at the moment has turned into the wails of countless races and individuals, and it is painful to listen to it for a moment.

The camouflage of the fairyland was torn off, and a terrifying aura was released from the dream banyan tree in the middle.

Faced with this situation, it would be strange if Donnie couldn't wake up.

Almost instantly, Donnie came to his senses and walked away from the banyan tree that grew on the city of bones and civilization.

Donnie hurriedly shook his head and woke up from this series of dreams.

What appeared in front of Donnie was still the overlapping city, but at this time he found something different, that is, there were countless hanging aerial roots in the stacked cities.

But the air roots that Donnie found were nothing to the paper elves and Podier, and they couldn't be seen at all.