At the same time, Ye Chen discovered that although the ice and fire energies had grown increasingly violent, his body stood like a mountain in the vacuum at the center of the vortex. He no longer had to worry about being swept away by the undercurrents.
At the bottom of the Bodhi Seed before him, countless white threads had sprouted. They seemed to be an extremely mysterious form of energy; even with Ye Chen's vast knowledge and experience, he could not discern their secrets.
Next, the white threads stretched outward like an octopus's tentacles, or like roots growing from the Bodhi Seed. Slowly, they tightly wrapped around two jade stones the size of infants' fists.
Even with Ye Chen's formidable composure, he nearly burst out laughing. Why did this image look so much like that treasure?
Before he could make a joke, however, Ye Chen sensed an intense energy fluctuation erupting from the Fusang Divine Tree within his world. Even Huang Yuan, who had been meditating cross-legged on one of its branches, was startled awake.
A massive amount of energy burst forth from the Fusang Divine Tree, seemingly crossing the barriers of space and directly forming a gate of light before Ye Chen.
The Bodhi Seed then carried the two strange jade stones into the gate of light and vanished.
Before Ye Chen could react, the scenery around him changed at a terrifying speed. Even with Spiritual Power that was nearly tangible, he felt dizzy and disoriented, even beginning to wonder whether he had entered some kind of Illusionary Realm.
The process continued without end. Ye Chen, caught within it, completely lost all sense of time. Perhaps a century had passed, or perhaps only an instant. When everything finally settled, everything around him had vanished. The Bodhi Seed, the mysterious