A man and a woman walked upon an ancient world tree that had grown for countless years.
At first, the branches beneath their feet were as thin as chopsticks, splitting into countless forks, and their steps occasionally hung in midair.
As they gradually ventured deeper, the golden branches grew larger and wider, branches becoming trunks, trunks becoming golden mountains and earth.
From then on, there was no end in sight. As far as the eye could see were rolling golden mountains, as scorching and searing as the sun, incinerating all things.
Jiang Ding followed the Fusang Saintess step by step into the depths of the Fusang Divine Tree.
It felt less like walking within a great tree and more like walking through a Sun Secret Realm. The Sun Rules around them had nearly materialized, visible to the naked eye, like a furnace, like a prison of destruction. Most Celestial Beings would instantly turn to ash here, their spirits annihilated, with no chance of escape.
Yet neither of these two walkers had shed even a drop of sweat.
Indeed, Dao essence faintly swirled around the youth, and he had begun to comprehend the Dao.
Countless sparks of inspiration surged in like a tide and poured into his heart, pushing his Great Sun Sword Dao and his True Immortal Technique forward at a visible rate. In an instant, he reaped explosive gains worth ten thousand years of the past.
The Youth in Green Robes' steps grew slower and slower.
In the end, he stopped completely, standing dumbly like a puppet or a statue, all outward traces of life gone.
The Fusang Saintess paused.
She did not urge him, nor did she disturb him. She turned around and quietly watched the silent youth before her.
At this moment, he no longer possessed his