The once lush and verdant tree aged visibly before their eyes as specks of green light drained away from it.

The Ruomu Tree did not accept its fate quietly.

It trembled, spawning countless spirits and monsters that threw themselves fearlessly at the cultivators. Its branches lashed out like swords. But the cultivators who had arrived here were terrifyingly powerful, and every act of resistance was crushed in an instant.

Even the Ruomu Tree's final, mutually destructive act—wilting all the purple-golden fruits borne at its crown—was reversed by these people. The fruits were salvaged and restored.

Powerless, the Ruomu Tree could only watch as its life essence was siphoned away without mercy. 

Its leaves yellowed and fell like rain. Branches shattered....