In a High Martial World, I Have a Million Combat Power from the Start

The protagonist, Bai Yu, arrived in the Hongmeng Space. There he saw a tree. It was no towering giant: its trunk was only about as thick as two people standing arm in arm, and it stood no more than ten zhang tall. Yet its presence was like the backbone supporting heaven and earth, so powerful it left one breathless. Its trunk was a warm, restrained dark gold, its surface flowing with minuscule, almost living, mysterious patterns. These patterns were extraordinarily intricate, seeming to hold every secret from the birth of the universe. Each glance made him feel as though his soul were being drawn inside. Strangest of all, the entire tree was enveloped in an exceedingly faint yet utterly real purple aura. It swelled and contracted like breathing, and every pulse sent visible ripples through the surrounding air, radiating an ancient, boundless, supreme presence. It was the Hongmeng Golden Tree.