Mysterious Mysterious Palace

Taking advantage of the opportunity, He Ping carefully examined the Asura Non-Heaven Diagram before him. He noticed that its once mottled image was gradually becoming clearer. On the silk canvas stood a towering, colossal tree.

It was the Suzhi Daluobozhaluo Divine Tree, whose fruit had driven the Asura race and the celestial race into endless conflict. In the painting, the divine tree was golden from trunk to crown, as though cast from pure gold, radiating a thousand layers of light. Its roots ran deep and its foliage luxuriant; its branches were incomparably thick, countless boughs and leaves swaying in the wind, their golden leaves rustling softly.

The divine tree seemed to be the axis of the world, occupying the very heart of the painted realm. Around the Suzhi Daluobozhaluo Divine Tree lay other surrounding regions, inhabited by the various Asura clans born into this world through the methods of womb birth, egg birth, moisture birth, and transformation birth.

Asuras were also known as "Non-Heavens." Those born from moisture were slaves, those born from eggs were commoners, womb-born Asuras were ministers and warriors, while those born through transformation were kings.

The Non-Heaven race was combative by nature, prone to strife, wrath, and jealousy. Conflict never ceased even within their own people. The Asura world within the painting resembled an enormous battlefield, with flames of war everywhere.

A Daoist wearing a star crown and feathered robes was hidden in one corner of the image. This man was Wu Qingzu.

"So it was you?"

Wu Qingzu did not know He Ping's true identity, but He Ping's voice clearly belonged to that little thief who had stolen the Female Mirror of the Jade Ji Immortal Mirror long ago.

"I never expected to be captured by you! Little thief, you've stumbled into some damned good