Obtaining Treasures in Penglai, the Ten Great Spiritual Roots

The Three Immortal Islands of the East Sea are Penglai, Yingzhou, and Fangzhang. Penglai Immortal Island is the chief of the three and the largest among these islands that descended from the heavens, becoming the renowned Sacred Land for Honghuang Rogue Cultivators in later ages.

Each of the Three Immortal Islands possesses its own wonders, yet all are top-tier immortal islands. Mount Fang Island serves as a personal dojo, housing supreme treasures such as the Three Lights Divine Water and the Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus. Even if Penglai, due to the nature of the island itself, does not give birth to treasures of such quality, the opportunities within should certainly be no less significant.

In fact, the emergence of Penglai is an opportunity in itself, and East King Duke is unwilling to let it slip by.

Consequently, he held back even though he could have crushed Ao Lie, choosing instead to head directly in the direction of his intuition.

Although he had already felt the pull, Penglai Immortal Island was not close. With East King Duke's cultivation at the early stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, it would take quite some time to travel there using the Flying Rainbow Technique.

However, despite having sensed it, Penglai was still far from fully manifesting, so there was no need for haste.

Several days later, East King Duke arrived at the location he had sensed: a vast, boundless expanse of the East Sea. As expected, no island was visible yet, but the spiritual energy in the vicinity was in turmoil. Auspicious light poured down from the nine heavens, illuminating the entire surface of the sea.

Such a phenomenon was truly magnificent. Nearby cultivators had long been stirred, all assuming that a rare treasure was about to emerge. East King Duke swept his divine sense across the area; within ten thousand miles, many cultivators had arrived, including several Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals. However, the intensity of their auras was mostly at the level of that Ink Flood Dragon Clan Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal from before; none were even as strong as Ao Lie.

Not to mention, they were nowhere near a top-tier Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal like himself.

East King Duke did not mind this. He sat suspended upon the Yin-Yang Dao Lotus beneath his feet, refining spiritual energy to cultivate while waiting for the immortal island to emerge.

Pure Yang Energy swirled around him, radiating a powerful Innate Artistic Conception. It was clear at a glance that he was a being of great supernatural power, so the surrounding cultivators who had come to hunt for treasure dared not disturb him; many even deliberately kept their distance.

Several years later, the phenomena over the sea grew increasingly intense. The seawater surged and churned, accompanied by ethereal Dao melodies, as if something were about to break through from the depths of the sea.

The number of cultivators gathering nearby also grew. Aside from the rogue cultivators of the East Sea, the Dragon Clan, as the Hegemons of the Four Seas, naturally would not be absent.

East King Duke also spotted the Dragon Clan elder, Ao Lie. This time, however, he was following another high-ranking member of the Dragon Clan. The one leading them wore red robes, his face full of ferocity and his aura astonishing; he was already at the middle stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

Judging by his appearance, and given that there were very few in the Dragon Clan with such cultivation at this time, East King Duke roughly guessed the other party's identity.

The members of the Dragon Clan also noticed him. Ao Lie spoke a few words to the red-robed Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, who nodded repeatedly and cast a deep look at him, but did not approach.

Both sides remained at peace for the time being, which was something East King Duke was happy to see.

Another ten years passed.

On this day, ten thousand rays of rosy light descended, and auspicious clouds gathered, growing thicker and thicker until they slowly shrouded a large expanse of the sea, from which various immortal melodies emanated.

The clouds and mist slowly dissipated bit by bit. Within the haze, an island could be vaguely seen appearing—vast and boundless, with no end in sight.

When the clouds and mist finally cleared, Penglai Immortal Island, shrouded by a great array, appeared before them. Inside, immortal mountains stood in great numbers, filled with immortal energy. Every ten miles featured intricate patterns, and every hundred miles emitted treasure light. From time to time, exotic fragrances wafted out, refreshing the mind and spirit.

Thus, Penglai Immortal Island had officially emerged.

Seeing the immortal island descend, the cultivators present were in an uproar. Soon, some stepped forward, attempting to break the array and enter. Where there is one, there are two; in an instant, spiritual treasures flew everywhere. Under the barrage of countless attacks, even the Innate Great Array began to ripple.

The Dragon Clan also began to lead their forces in breaking the array. East King Duke knew he had to make his move as well.

He tapped lightly on the lotus platform beneath his feet. The Yin-Yang Two Qi vibrated, and East King Duke flew into the sky, reaching out to wave his hand.

"Hum!"

The Pure Yang Sword flew out, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot Sword Qi infused with Pure Yang Energy, hovering in mid-air.

"Break!"

The Sword Qi seemed to carry the force of a collapsing mountain as it slashed against the grand formation. With a sound of tearing, a gap was carved into the formation, and the East King Duke slipped through, entering the Immortal Island directly.

Penglai Immortal Island was rich in spiritual energy, not a whit inferior to Mount Fang Island. After landing on the island, the East King Duke traveled by stepping upon the Innate Yin-Yang Dao Lotus.

Several years passed in a flash. The East King Duke wandered through Penglai Island at a leisurely pace. Along the way, he encountered many spiritual roots and items; he collected those of high quality, though he found no Innate Spiritual Treasures. He was not disappointed, however, for Innate treasures were a matter of Destined Affinity and could not be forced.

One day, his Primordial Spirit, which had been as still as stagnant water, suddenly trembled. The East King Duke's face lit up with joy as he discovered an Innate Formation within a mountain valley.

Breaking through the formation to enter, he was greeted by waves of fragrance. A single whiff made his Dao body feel clear and unobstructed, and even his magic power increased slightly. His spirit stirred, and following the scent, he saw a hundred-foot-tall tree. Its entire body radiated a Mysterious Yellow Color, and the Dao scripts on its trunk were clearly visible.

The tree was in bloom, its flowers shaped like lotuses, and it had already borne nine fruits. The fruit bodies shimmered with brilliance, and upon them were the Dao Script characters for "Yellow Middle."

"Yellow Middle Plum!"

It was actually the Yellow Middle Plum, one of the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots. This spiritual root bloomed every ten thousand years, bore fruit every ten thousand years, and took another ten thousand years to ripen. It took thirty thousand years to produce just nine fruits. Ordinary beings could attain the Dao and become immortals just by smelling it, and consuming a single fruit could instantly elevate one to a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

The East King Duke was overjoyed. Even for him, an expert at the Great Luo realm, these fruits were useful for refining his magic power. It was truly a stroke of good fortune.

After picking the nine ripe fruits, he placed the spiritual root into the Chaos Bead, intending to plant it in his own Supreme Yang Dao Field.

Aside from this Yellow Middle Plum, there were no other treasures within the formation.

Over the next hundred years, the East King Duke gained nothing more than one low-grade and one mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.

However, having obtained the Yellow Middle Plum, his harvest was already great enough, and he was quite satisfied.

As a top-tier immortal island, Penglai Immortal Island was now formally revealed to the Honghuang Beings. It contained numerous blessed lands and Grotto-Heavens. However, as a Dao field destined for loose cultivators, no single faction could monopolize it. Even the Dragon Clan, the Hegemons of the Four Seas, lacked the power to defy the will of heaven.

There were many immortal islands in the East Sea, but most were occupied by the Dragon Clan. Now that Penglai had emerged, such a sacred place for cultivation was a godsend for the loose cultivators of the Four Seas, and indeed, the entire Primordial World.

As soon as Penglai Immortal Island appeared, many high-level loose cultivator experts arrived—some to explore and hunt for treasure, others to establish their own Dao fields on the island.

The East King Duke had wandered for a hundred years and encountered many Immortal Mountain Blessed Lands, yet he had no intention of claiming any of them. Mount Fang Island was already a top-tier blessed land, and he had it all to himself.

He had no designs on Penglai, but others flocked to it like ducks. Along the way, besides encountering powerful cultivators fighting over a spiritual treasure or a spiritual root, he saw many others competing for the right to establish a Dao field.

However, the East King Duke did not encounter any of the Great Powers of the Primordial World whose names would be known in later ages. The reason was simple: top-tier Innate Divine Demons were born with their own innate Dao fields, just like his Mount Fang Island, and most were currently in seclusion within their own domains.

After nearly two hundred years, he had finished exploring Penglai Immortal Island. Without lingering further, he transformed into a rainbow and flew off, heading toward his own Dao field.