bookpower Chapter 493 - 367 Primordial Qinglian_2
Chapter 493 - 367 Primordial Qinglian_2
Chapter 493: Chapter 367 Primordial Qinglian_2
Such secrets indeed broaden one’s horizons.
Zhou Yi said, “It seems that there is no inherent superiority or inferiority between worlds, only the distinctions of rise and fall, strength and weakness.”
“Indeed it is so.”
Yang Xuan said, “After the Heavenly Leak appeared, not only cultivators from the Immortal Realm came, but also visitors from many Otherworlds. According to the Witch God, each world floats in the endless void like so many big bubbles.”
“When a leak appears in this world, beings wandering in the void can easily slip in!”
Zhou Yi’s gaze narrowed slightly as he suddenly harbored a peculiar thought.
Perhaps the world of his past life was also drifting in the endless void, and once his strength was strong enough, he would be able to find it.
“But what then? A thousand years is too long; everyone from there has passed away. Compared to this world, that place has turned into a foreign land!”
Zhou Yi gathered his thoughts and said, “Fourth brother, may I observe the Heavenly Pillar? Such a Supreme Treasure that supports heaven and earth might allow me to comprehend its mysteries.”
“Of course.”
Without any hesitation, Yang Xuan took out a segment of the Heavenly Pillar from his sleeve.
Green and turquoise, the tree branch seemed alive, constantly emitting Spiritual Energy, not dissipated after absorption like Spiritual Medicine, but truly produced from nothingness.
Jianmu!
Zhou Yi immediately sensed that this was a piece of Jianmu, although it was not the root, and it was far from being as robust as that segment.
“Truly mysterious, but even if it grows for ten thousand years, we will not live to see that day.”
“Hehehe, that will depend on the fourth brother’s skills.”
Sun Changsheng chuckled strange, “Over the past few centuries, Peach Mountain has seen the birth of over a thousand descendants of the Witch tribe; after another thousand years pass, their number will surely exceed a hundred thousand, and spells can be used to hasten their growth.”
Yang Xuan was no longer the young boy of the past, having experienced much of life, he nodded seriously.
“This concerns the prosperity of the Witch tribe, I must continue to strive!”
Zhou Yi looked at Yang Xuan with admiration in his eyes; such a demeanor truly befits one who proliferates a tribe on his own. Fortunately, the Witch tribe is not like the human race, otherwise, he would be worn to death.
“Fourth brother, could you display your innate talent and give this poor Daoist a treat to the eyes?”
“Of course, this spell originates from the ancestral witch Ju Mang, it is said he is the Spring God, the Wood God, presiding over all wooden Spiritual Objects in the world.”
Yang Xuan formed a spell with his hands, his palm emitting a verdant divine light, condensing into a green, glowing liquid.
The juice merged with Jianmu, and the life force essence grew slightly more vigorous.
“This spell...”
Zhou Yi concentrated his senses, finding the verdant liquid to be very similar to Creation Dew; however, the former consumed Qi-Blood and the latter consumed one’s lifespan.
After brief contemplation, he immediately understood the origins of the Jade Dew Art.
Cultivators depend heavily on Spiritual Medicine, and after the Immortal Realm invaded this world, seeing the Divine Skill to hasten the growth of Spiritual Medicine must have been coveted.
After several reflections and modifications, the Divine Skill of the Witch tribe turned into the Jade Dew Art.
Unfortunately, the Jade Dew Art consumed lifespan; hastening the growth of ten thousand-year-old Spiritual Medicine was too high a price, making the skill rather underwhelming.
“Jianmu, Jade Dew Art, Witch tribe, Immortal path...”
Zhou Yi connected all the information and faintly guessed what the heavens wanted. However, since the so-called “Heaven’s Path” was an unconscious rule, it had to be used carefully.
He can’t just labor for nothing!
Several jars of wine were consumed, and the mood soon heated up.
“Drink up, drink up!”
Zhou Yi asked, surprised, “What’s wrong?”
The Spirit Ginseng Child sobbed, “I thought the celestial being didn’t want me anymore.”
“How could that be.”
Zhou Yi gently stroked the top leaf of the Spirit Ginseng Child, just like thousands of years ago, and said with a smile, “The day your lifespan ends, I will fish you out even from the endless cycle of reincarnation!”
“Giggle giggle giggle!”
The Spirit Ginseng Child, with the innocence of a child, swiftly transitioned from sadness to joy, bouncing around in front of the date and grape trees.
“Celestial being, Clear Wind and Bright Moon are about to return.”
“Hmm.”
Zhou Yi stood before the trees, sensing the familiar aura, and said, “Being trapped in this Cave Heaven, after all, means being cut off from the world, this has delayed your transformations. We’ll go to Qingyun Mountain now.”
Whoosh whoosh!
The branches swayed and the leaves rustled, as if laughing joyfully.
Zhou Yi then approached the great ancient tree, gazing at the towering wood god with silence for a long time.
Afterward, he performed the Jade Dew Art, consuming a thousand years of his lifespan to condense a fist-sized dark green crystal, mumbling to himself.
“If you agree to this trade, take this Creation Dew!”
Hum!
The core of the Primordial Qinglian radiated a longing desire, divine light manifesting strand by strand, wrapping around the Creation Dew and fusing it into the tree.
Zhou Yi gently caressed it, and the Primordial Qinglian exuded feelings of tenderness, closeness, and joy.
...
The Spirit Ginseng Child, overcome with emotion, jumped onto Zhou Yi’s shoulder and hugged his bag, crying noisily.
Zhou Yi asked, surprised, “What’s wrong?”
The Spirit Ginseng Child sobbed, “I thought the celestial being didn’t want me anymore.”
“How could that be.”
Zhou Yi gently stroked the top leaf of the Spirit Ginseng Child, just like thousands of years ago, and said with a smile, “The day your lifespan ends, I will fish you out even from the endless cycle of reincarnation!”
“Giggle giggle giggle!”
The Spirit Ginseng Child, with the innocence of a child, swiftly transitioned from sadness to joy, bouncing around in front of the date and grape trees.
“Celestial being, Clear Wind and Bright Moon are about to return.”
“Hmm.”
Zhou Yi stood before the trees, sensing the familiar aura, and said, “Being trapped in this Cave Heaven, after all, means being cut off from the world, this has delayed your transformations. We’ll go to Qingyun Mountain now.”
Whoosh whoosh!
The branches swayed and the leaves rustled, as if laughing joyfully.
Zhou Yi then approached the great ancient tree, gazing at the towering wood god with silence for a long time.
Afterward, he performed the Jade Dew Art, consuming a thousand years of his lifespan to condense a fist-sized dark green crystal, mumbling to himself.
“If you agree to this trade, take this Creation Dew!”
Hum!
The core of the Primordial Qinglian radiated a longing desire, divine light manifesting strand by strand, wrapping around the Creation Dew and fusing it into the tree.
Zhou Yi gently caressed it, and the Primordial Qinglian exuded feelings of tenderness, closeness, and joy.