The World Tree

Fang Yang had long since given up hope. He was only persevering on the principle that since he was already here, he might as well keep going. This time, he was especially relaxed.

He had even managed to fish up a low-grade treasure like a magical artifact. He figured nothing could disappoint him more.

Whoosh!

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and another disturbance appeared on the Myriad Treasures Long River.

Whoosh!

Green radiance shot into the sky. Before the treasure even surfaced, the river's surface revealed the shadow of a Divine Wood.

The Divine Wood wasn't especially large. From the looks of it, it was still growing. And yet, even in its growing state, it had crossed the barriers between worlds and sent its aura into the Primordial World.

From Fang Yang's perspective, he saw a giant tree over a thousand meters tall rising upward. Without hesitation, purple lightning gathered around him. Divine thunder boomed again and again, its power infusing his arms.

Rumble!

The giant tree struggled and fought back, trying to flee. Fang Yang's power clashed with the tree's across the Myriad Treasures Long River, battling until the river overflowed and towering waves surged.

"Good, good, good! Another big catch. Immortal Demon God Art, activate!"

Fang Yang circulated his cultivation art. Mysterious runes covered his body, his muscles swelled in an instant, and his frame grew taller. He unleashed the full strength of his physical body.

The Immortal Demon God Art didn't just raise his limit for magical power; it also enhanced his Physical Body Strength and physical strength.

With his physical strength, magical power, and the power of his Innate Spiritual Treasure reinforcing one another, Fang Yang became a hero capable of moving mountains with a single pull.

With a roar, he reached out and yanked. The river exploded, sending a column of water three thousand li into the air. A Divine Wood emerged with it.

The Divine Wood was lush and verdant. Every branch brimmed with power, and every leaf was covered in Great Dao Runes.

When it landed in Fang Yang's giant palm, he could barely support it. It took all his strength to lift the Divine Wood, and even then, thin cracks spread through the space beneath his feet.

"This is the World Tree!"

The moment Fang Yang touched the Divine Wood, his eyes lit up. He recognized its origins: it was a World Tree, capable of bearing World Fruits.

According to legend, the World Tree was a wondrous kind of tree. Its fruit was both a spirit fruit and a world.

Even more astonishingly, once the World Tree had fully matured, it could spread its branches through the Chaos World and prop up a great world like the Primordial World.

Fang Yang gazed at the World Tree, his eyes burning with excitement.

He truly had no way to nurture it to that degree. For the World Tree to grow, it needed to be fed countless sources of World Origin.

You are what you eat—that was the basic principle of the World Tree. Still, the World Tree could absolutely bear the power of the four origins: earth, fire, water, and wind!

That was what Fang Yang liked most about it.

The World Tree's ability was exactly what Fang Yang wanted. Besides, its World Dao was the opposite of his Heaven and Earth Origin Dao.

Opposites weren't necessarily a bad thing. Opposing Great Daos could complement and nourish each other more easily. By observing the World Dao, Fang Yang could improve his Heaven and Earth Origin Dao with greater ease.

"Thank you, Great God Pangu, for your gift. Thank you, Heavenly Dao, for your protection. Thank you, Old Ancestor Hongjun, for your support from the shadows. And thank you, Master, for your blessing."

Fang Yang was a man of manners. He held the World Tree in one hand and half-raised the other in a salute, thanking his superiors in a rather awkward pose.

As for the Great Dao, he didn't thank it.

Great God Pangu and the Great Dao were rivals. What would Great God Pangu think if a living being from the Primordial World went and thanked the Great Dao?

Fang Yang had never believed that Great God Pangu was dead.

Great God Pangu's Dao was Heaven and Earth Opening. As long as the Primordial World existed, the Dao of Heaven and Earth Opening would endure.

If Great God Pangu's Great Dao hadn't perished, how could he have died?

He believed the Three Pure Ones, Empress Houtu, the Witch Clan, and even the Primordial World itself were all anchors Great God Pangu had left in the Present World.

Great God Pangu could return to this world at any time through these existences.

Fang Yang knew that those mighty figures had surely received his thanks. After finishing, he took out the Yin Yang Two Forms Gourd and stored the World Tree inside.

His cultivation wasn't quite sufficient to sustain the World Tree for long. Only an Innate Spiritual Treasure could lend him a hand.

With the World Tree in hand, Fang Yang's visit to the Myriad Phenomena Pavilion came to a perfect end. He had no idea when he would return.

Whoosh!

A streak of lightning shot through the air and out of the Myriad Phenomena Pavilion. Next, he would head to the Myriad Laws Pavilion to copy some texts.

He mainly wanted to copy Daoist scriptures written by Old Ancestor Hongjun and the Three Pure Ones themselves, as well as texts on cultivating and tending Immortal Plants.

The scriptures written by these great figures covered every aspect of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Studying them would greatly benefit his Heaven and Earth Origin Dao.

As for the texts on cultivating and tending Immortal Plants, he wanted them to help him grow Divine Rice. However, they could only serve as reference material. To learn how to grow Divine Rice properly, Fang Yang would still have to study at East Pole Heaven.

East Pole Heaven was the true expert in the Dao of plants and trees. Even Emperor Shennong couldn't match them in that field.

The Myriad Laws Pavilion was a world of books, filled with the scent of ink and paper.

Sect Master Tongtian wasn't incapable of recording texts on jade slips. He simply believed that texts written on paper could better convey Dao Charm and emotion. Jade slips could record complete images, but they lacked some of that Dao Charm and couldn't reflect the author's state of mind or insights.

The Myriad Laws Pavilion stretched as far as the eye could see. Countless bookshelves reached into the clouds, packed with immortal paper texts wreathed in rising Immortal Qi.

Fang Yang flashed into existence before a bookshelf containing records of spirit roots and Divine Woods. First, he wanted to see what other ways there were to cultivate the World Tree beyond the methods he already knew.

When Fang Yang entered the Myriad Laws Pavilion, a female immortal was writing a scripture deep in the library. She moved her brush, leaving behind lines of profound text.

"Burn my broken body; let the Holy Fire blaze. What joy is there in life? What suffering is there in death? Joy and sorrow, all return to dust. Pity the people of this world, burdened by so many woes."

This woman was Saint Mother Wudang. She hoped more Disciples of the Sect of Interception would encounter her ideals, so she had written many scriptures in the Myriad Laws Pavilion.

When an Outer Disciple earned merit, she would reward them with these scriptures.

Saint Mother Wudang was engrossed in writing her Immortality White Lotus Scripture, immersed in the Vacuum Homeland she described. She hadn't even noticed Fang Yang entering the Myriad Laws Pavilion.

Fang Yang had noticed someone writing, but he wasn't one to meddle in other people's business, so he simply pretended not to see her.