Meanwhile, Ye Chen discovered that although the ice and fire energies had grown increasingly violent, his body stood like a great mountain in the vacuum at the center of the vortex. He no longer had to worry about being swept away by the undercurrents.
From the bottom of the Bodhi Seed before him, numerous white threads extended outward. They seemed to be an extraordinarily mysterious kind of energy; even with Ye Chen's vast knowledge, he could not fathom their mysteries.
Then, those white threads stretched outward like octopus tentacles, or perhaps like roots sprouting from the Bodhi Seed, slowly wrapping around the two baby-fist-sized jade stones without leaving a single gap.
Even with Ye Chen's formidable self-control, he nearly burst out laughing. That image looked far too much like that treasure.
But before he could tease it, the Fusang Divine Tree within his world suddenly erupted with intense energy fluctuations, even waking Huang Yuan, who had been sitting cross-legged on one of its branches cultivating.
A massive surge of energy burst forth from the Fusang Divine Tree, seemingly crossing the barrier 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 disappeared.
Before Ye Chen could react, the scenery around him changed at high speed. Even with Spiritual Power cultivation nearing tangible form, he felt dizzy and disoriented, even beginning to wonder whether he had entered some kind of Illusionary Realm.
The process continued without end. Caught within it, Ye Chen 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 ice and fire energy stones, the two-colored lake, the Plant Soul Beasts