"It is me, I am back."
The Immortal Sword rang lightly, vibrating with dazzling white light, and flew up with a whoosh, spinning vertically around Zhang Huan as if the sword spirit were rejoicing from the bottom of its heart.
Zhang Huan threw the sacred fruit from the bundle to her, storing it within the divine treasure.
Generally, valuable items were placed inside imperial weapons and immortal vessels, where the internal space was nearly infinite.
Not only was it simple and immune to damage over the passage of time, remaining as new after ten thousand years, but it also could not be stolen, making it the best storage treasury.
He had already placed many immortal treasures inside the Immortal Sword, along with millions of jin of divine source liquid, which could be taken out at any time. He would not have to worry about resources for cultivation up to at least the quasi-emperor realm in the future.
Walking to the inner side, on the far left was the chaos soil, upon which grew an ancient medicine king. Having endured more than ten hundred thousand years, it was long comparable to a half-divine medicine, growing nearly as large as half a person with lush branches and leaves flowing with divine radiance.
The heaven and earth essence was astonishingly dense. Every exhale of the medicine king was a massive amount, which could be called creation, and mortals could prolong their lives by a century just by taking a single breath of it.
In the middle, a section of soil was separated off, within which stood an ancient tree, one or two meters high. Its old bark was cracked like dragon scales, vigorous and full of ancient charm.
The ancient peach tree, a true immortal medicine, had grown through endless years, ancient and