Xuan Yuan looked over the Fusang Tree and felt it was not particularly valuable.
The Blood Fire Fusang within the Spirit Pearl Space was not far from becoming a true Fusang Tree.
In Wang Daoyuan's hands, this thing was nothing rare at all.
Moreover, the Fusang Tree before them was only seventh-order high-grade.
If it had been an eighth-order Fusang Tree with a Golden Crow living on it for a long time, it could have served as a treasure for refining a fire-forged immortal body.
But at only the seventh order, it was useless.
Xuan Yuan walked over to the largest hall and stared at its walls.
Meanwhile, Wang Daoyuan was eyeing several small Fusang Trees nearby. Though these trees were small, they were still seventh-order low-grade.
If he planted them in the Spirit Pearl Space for a while, they would soon grow up.
Just as he was about to dig out one of the small Fusang Trees, Xuan Yuan shouted, "Master, come quickly! You underestimated this hall."
Wang Daoyuan immediately flew over. Xuan Yuan had already scratched many marks into the hall's wall.
The hall had previously appeared plain and unadorned.
Its walls were no different from those of an ordinary palace, as though they had merely been painted.
Yet beneath that layer of paint lay something extraordinary.
Several streaks of Sword Qi condensed in his hand and slashed against the palace wall.
A few crisp sounds rang out. The layer of paint was scraped away, while the wall itself bore only a few shallow marks.
Beneath those marks was golden metal.
Xuan Yuan stretched out a claw and touched it, then swiftly withdrew it as though he had touched fire.
He laughed loudly. "That's right, it's Golden Flame Divine Iron."
"Golden Flame Divine Iron? I have heard of