Nine Heavens Divine Spring? Primordial Ancient Tree?
The moment Zhang Tie heard Tang Mei utter those two terms, he was completely stunned.
He had never imagined that the Nine Heavens Divine Spring, capable of allowing a Saint-tier powerhouse to advance to God Emperor, had unknowingly been fed to him in nine consecutive cups just moments ago. No wonder the tea he had drunk felt so strange—it had been brewed with the Nine Heavens Divine Spring. As for the Primordial Ancient Tree, though he had never heard of it, it was surely no ordinary thing either.
Zhang Tie stared wide-eyed at Tang Mei's smiling face so close before him. Only now did he feel that the image of Tang Mei before his eyes had grown hazy. That face capable of toppling kingdoms and enthralling all beneath heaven seemed both near and far, misty and indistinct, utterly beyond his grasp.
For a moment, Zhang Tie could not even speak.
"Big Brother, you're not blaming Mei'er for making you drink the Nine Heavens Divine Spring, are you?" Tang Mei's bright gaze fell on Zhang Tie's face as she spoke softly. "But now that you've advanced to a Primordial Spirit general, if you hadn't drunk the Nine Heavens Divine Spring, you could never have broken through the barrier between mortals and gods. Without breaking that barrier, you wouldn't be able to sense the existence of the thought realm, nor could you condense your first divine wheel."
The barrier between mortals and gods? The thought realm? The first divine wheel?
The words from Tang Mei's mouth made Zhang Tie feel as if his head were about to explode. After several seconds, he steadied himself before speaking in a deep voice, "Did the Wa Emperor tell you to do this?"
Hearing Zhang Tie's question, Tang Mei