At the summit of the ancient island, the immortal divine tree stood shrouded in a faint golden mist, circulating the oldest primordial sacred force in the universe. It was as though it had opened up a universe of its own, evolving three thousand worlds.
Though it stood no more than six zhang tall, it appeared even more majestic and imposing than a sacred mountain ten thousand zhang high.
"Look, it's the immortal divine tree our clan lost..."
On the golden ancient war chariot, Si Tong patted Ye Fan and the other, pointing at the Golden Divine Tree with its astonishing Great Dao phenomenon. Her little face was flushed red with excitement.
Ye Fan did not have the heart to tell his chief disciple that, although the Sun Ancient Emperor had personally planted the Undying Fusang Tree and it had been the object through which he attained the Dao, the Human Emperor Lineage had never truly possessed it.
Once the Sacred Emperor died, it left Sacred Emperor Mountain and secluded itself in Tang Valley.
The Undying Fusang Tree had followed the Sun Ancient Emperor, not his descendants.
Qianqian, on the other hand, did not share her master's complicated thoughts. Her bright, lively eyes kept studying the Undying Fusang Tree, filled with curiosity.
Ever since they had landed on the island, the Undying Moon Laurel Tree rooted deep within her sea of consciousness had clearly grown restless, ready to tear through the air and fly away at any moment. She struggled to suppress that instinct.
Beneath the central sacred mountain, more and more cultivators from various sects gathered, yet not a single one dared to charge in alone. First, they feared being besieged by everyone else; second, the immortal divine tree was the formation's core.
They feared triggering some terrifying grand formation