Haotian Enters Fangzhang, Innate Enlightenment Tea!

Hao Tian closed his eyes, his divine sense connecting with Feng Yin. A moment later, he opened them, a delighted smile spreading across his face.

"What is it, Senior Brother?" Jade Pool noticed his change in expression and turned back curiously.

"Feng Yin and the others found Fangzhang Immortal Island, and they even cracked the Concealment Grand Array on it!"

There was a hint of surprise in Hao Tian's tone. He had only sent Lingxiao, Youming, and Feng Yin to scout the East Sea periphery, never expecting them to actually discover the legendary Fangzhang Immortal Island.

This was naturally the best possible outcome, so he immediately sent a voice transmission to inquire about the specifics.

Feng Yin's reply came swiftly, his tone casual yet steady and composed.

"This Seat, we followed anomalous wind runes to find Fangzhang Immortal Island."

"These winds carry a faint trace of Chaos Qi, unlike the ordinary sea breeze of the East Sea."

"As they blow, they subtly distort the surrounding spiritual energy. I activated my Law power and chased this wind for a thousand years."

"Finally, above a submarine mountain range deep in the East Sea, I found the source of the spiritual energy distortion."

"Lingxiao tore a small fissure with Space Law. I slipped my Wind Law through the gap and mapped out the array's core nodes."

"Youming used Yin Attribute Law to gently disturb the spiritual energy at the nodes, preventing the array from counterattacking."

"The three of us worked together for three months before we finally unraveled the Concealment Array."

"There aren't many living beings on the island now, but there are plenty of Innate Spiritual Plants."

"Though its area is a bit smaller than Penglai Immortal Island, its spiritual energy is in no way inferior. It's suitable as a future stronghold."

After hearing this, Hao Tian's delight only deepened. Fangzhang Immortal Island was an Innate Immortal Island—if brought under control, it would become an important base for the Heavenly Court.

He turned to Jade Pool and said with a light smile, "Junior Sister, once I finish setting up Penglai's defense array, we'll go take a look at Fangzhang Immortal Island!"

Jade Pool's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded. "Great, great! Let's see what one of the Three Immortal Islands, Fangzhang, really looks like!"

The pale golden radiance of the Myriad Heavens Auspicious Cloud enveloped Penglai Immortal Island.

Hao Tian's fingertips traced array seals as he drove the final Space Rune into the Array Hub at the island's periphery.

Jade Pool stood nearby, her Ren Water Spiritual Qi circulating rapidly as she coordinated with Hao Tian to fuse the defensive Law of the Western Cloud Realm Banner into the array foundation.

With their combined reinforcement, Penglai Immortal Island's Protection Array could now withstand a full-force attack from a Late Golden Immortal of the Origin, enough to safeguard the Yellow Middle Plum and the Innate Spiritual Vein on the island.

"Alright, Penglai's defenses are secure for now. Feng Yin has stabilized the atmosphere on Fangzhang Immortal Island. Let's head over now."

Hao Tian's eyes flickered with satisfaction as he surveyed the completed Protection Array.

Then he reached out and grasped Jade Pool's wrist. Space Law surged around him, tearing open an Azure Fissure.

The next moment, their figures streaked into the space fissure like flowing light.

Passing through the space fissure, the outline of Fangzhang Immortal Island instantly came into view.

Though the island was nearly a third smaller than Penglai, it was wrapped in an even denser spiritual energy.

Misty spiritual energy drifted like gossamer veils. Exotic Flowers and Herbs glowing with spiritual light dotted the ground everywhere, and even the air was filled with faint Law Light Spots.

Jade Pool took a deep breath of the surrounding spiritual energy, her eyes full of wonder. "The spiritual energy here is so rich—no worse than Penglai!"

"Naturally. There's something good at the center of the island."

Hao Tian said with a smile. With a thought, he absorbed the three incarnations, including Feng Yin, back into his Primordial Spirit, then took Jade Pool's hand and walked toward the island's center.

The deeper they went, the denser the spiritual energy became, until they reached an open valley. Both stopped in their tracks.

At the center of the valley stood a towering tea tree, silent and still.

Its trunk was carved like jade, and pale golden Dao Rhythms flowed through its branches.

The leaves were translucent, with Law Runes faintly visible flowing within their veins. A gentle breeze stirred the leaves, and they trembled, emitting a subtle Dao Sound.

"It really is the Enlightenment Tea Tree!" Hao Tian's eyes blazed with ecstasy.

Even though he had heard countless legends of Primordial Wilderness Spiritual Roots in his modern memories, seeing it with his own eyes still stirred him beyond words.

This Enlightenment Tea Tree was one of the Ten Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Roots.

More mysterious than the Yellow Middle Plum, no living being in the Primordial Wilderness had ever openly claimed to possess it.

Yet legends said it bloomed once every Hundred Yuanhui, bearing only One Hundred and Eight Leaves each time.

The Enlightenment Power contained in its leaves had miraculous effects on Golden Immortals of the Origin breaking through bottlenecks.

Even for a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, brewing leaf tea from it over long years could accelerate Law Comprehension.

Jade Pool leaned close to the tea tree, carefully reaching out a finger to touch a leaf. A warm, smooth sensation instantly traveled through her fingertip.

A faint Dao Rhythm flowed along her finger into her Primordial Spirit, clearing up some of her previously obscure insights into Ren Water Law.

"What an incredible tea tree!" She looked up in surprise. "Senior Brother, with this, your chances of breaking through to Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin have grown much greater!"

"Mm." Hao Tian snapped back to reality and took out a Jade Box from his Storage Spiritual Treasure.

Opening it, dark brown soil exuded a rich vitality.

It was the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil he had discovered earlier in the depths of Penglai Immortal Island's spiritual vein.

He carefully took out some of the soil and spread it around the roots of the Enlightenment Tea Tree, injecting Chaos Spiritual Energy from his fingertips to guide the soil's vitality into the tree's root system.

As the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil merged in, the leaves of the Enlightenment Tea Tree grew even more crystalline, and the flow of Dao Rhythm became noticeably more pronounced than before.

"I'll keep the remaining Breathing Soil for later use. Once I've refined the core of Fangzhang Immortal Island, I'll set up a spirit-gathering array for the tea tree."

Haotian put away the Jade Box, his gaze falling on a massive boulder at the center of the valley, glowing with earthy yellow spiritual light.

That was the core of Fangzhang Immortal Island. Once refined, he could completely control the entire island.

He sat cross-legged before the boulder, about to circulate the Primordial Heart Sutra and begin refining, when a voice that resounded across the Primordial Wilderness suddenly spread through heaven and earth.

"The Heavenly Dao above! I, Kunpeng, Demon Master of the Demon Race, have observed that our race lacks a unique written language, causing many obstacles in communication among our tribes."

"Now, by studying the tracks of stars and the footprints of birds and beasts, I have created the Demon Script, to convey the intentions of the Demon Race and pass down our lineage! May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

The moment his words fell, the sky of the Primordial Wilderness abruptly changed.

On what had been a clear firmament, Golden Clouds gathered from all directions.

Within the clouds flowed golden Merit Power, accompanied by rumbling thunder that carried no pressure, but rather the Heavenly Dao's recognition of the creation of writing.

Then, a Golden Light Pillar descended from the sky, landing directly toward the Sun Palace in the Demon Race's starry sky, precisely enveloping Kunpeng.

Kunpeng stood before the Sun Palace, feeling the Merit Power surge into his body. The bottleneck that had been stuck at Early Quasi-Saint instantly loosened.

His aura rapidly climbed, and the once obscure Law Comprehension in his Primordial Spirit became clear.

Though his foundation was insufficient to cut out the second corpse, he steadily stepped into Mid Quasi-Saint.

He opened his eyes, a flicker of excitement within them. The merit gained from creating the Demon Script was even richer than what he had earned from slaying several ferocious beasts!

"Congratulations on your breakthrough, Demon Master!" Dijun and Taiyi hurried forward, their faces full of smiles, and simultaneously produced two Mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures as congratulatory gifts.

"The Demon Master has created a written language for our race—an unparalleled achievement. These two spiritual treasures shall be the Demon Race's reward to the Demon Master."

Kunpeng accepted the Dragon Locking Buckle and the Star Splitting Saber, and some of his resistance toward Dijun and Taiyi dissipated.

Regardless, since they had come bearing gifts, he couldn't very well keep a sour face.

Besides, this time they had shown some sincerity, so he ought to play along.

With that thought, he nodded slightly, his tone growing a bit more respectful: "Thank you, Your Majesties. This old minister will surely contribute more to the Demon Race."

Hearing Kunpeng's words of fealty, Dijun and Taiyi both knew that Kunpeng had not fully pledged his heart to them—this was merely a bond of mutual benefit.

But that was fine. They had plenty of time; they could take it slow, no rush.

So after exchanging some pleasantries, they found an excuse to leave.

As for Kunpeng, he settled down to stabilize his cultivation.

Across the Primordial Wilderness, the great powers who sensed this commotion reacted in various ways.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches of the Witch Clan were drilling troops on the Central Continent. When they heard that Kunpeng had gained merit by creating the Demon Script, Gonggong let out a cold snort and slammed his Water God Staff heavily into the ground, but said nothing more.

The Demon Race now had a written language, greatly increasing their efficiency in communication. This was not good for the Witch Clan, but there was nothing to be done about it.

The Three Pure Ones resided on Kunlun Mountain. Laozi sat in meditation with eyes closed, ignoring the phenomenon outside his window.

Yuanshi furrowed his brow, lost in thought about something unknown.

As for Tongtian, he shook his head with a smile: "Kunpeng does have some skill. But this Demon Race... I fear they will only grow more restless."