Restoring Order

Since the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation came to an end, he had broken free of the shackles the Immeasurable Calamity had placed upon him, then plunged headlong into his own dao field, entering closed-door cultivation and never showing his face again.

This was the first time in a thousand years that he had stepped beyond his mountain gate and appeared before the living beings of the Three Realms.

In the end, if Master had not personally issued a decree, he would never have interrupted his cultivation, much less traveled all this way for a few peaches.

Though peaches were top-grade innate spirit fruits, capable of extending one's lifespan, preserving one's looks, and granting longevity, to Daoxing Tianzun, who had long since reached the peak of Daluo and had one foot across the threshold of Quasi-Saint, they were no more than ordinary spirit fruits to chew on—

they could neither refine his dharma power nor shake his dao foundation, let alone help him break through a bottleneck.

At the root of it all, though the Peach Tree of Immortality was an innate spiritual root, it had endured the three great world tribulations of the world's opening, the Three Races, and the Witches and Demons, leaving it battered and drained of vital essence.

Its once-whole Ren Water origin had long ago been shattered to pieces;

its rank had fallen accordingly, from the "Ren Water Peach" that had once awed the Primordial Wilderness

to the damaged spiritual root now known only as the "Innate Peach."

The difference between the two was as vast as heaven and earth, plain at a glance!

Even Daoxing Tianzun could not fathom why Master had suddenly changed course, but a master's command was as weighty as a mountain and could not be questioned.

He had always obeyed