A Look at the Summit of the Sacred Tree

The blazing sun scorched the earth. It looked nothing like the gentle spring sunshine, with not a hint of tenderness to it. A breeze blew across the lake, carrying away a trace of coolness. Floral fragrance drifted through the air, drawing swarms of bees and butterflies racing toward the flower fields. Their buzzing was somewhat irritating.

However, Wu Chu paid no attention to such details at the moment. He was immersed in the world of mortise-and-tenon craftwork, unable to pull himself free.

He had not expected Yibao to reconstruct videos of mortise-and-tenon handicrafts he had once watched. He himself had long forgotten which videos he had seen.

Because of this, he felt somewhat regretful, regretting that he had not finished reading Daoist classics such as the Tao Te Ching and the Yellow Court Classic.

If he had finished all those Daoist scriptures back then, then even if he had forgotten them now, Yibao could still dig them out of his memories and save them into the phone.

Even if his former intelligence had not been enough for him to understand those classics completely and thoroughly, he could at least have drawn some inspiration from them.

One only regrets having read too little when the need arises! That described his current situation perfectly.

Even with Yibao's help, Wu Chu still spent two days crafting a magnificent palace, every part of it constructed without a single nail.

When Little Moon Spirit returned from the circular hill and saw the tiny palace Wu Chu had made, she could not help opening her little mouth in astonishment. "Big Brother A Chu is amazing!"

Seeing Little Moon Spirit looking like such a country bumpkin who had never seen the world, Yibao could not help curling her lips.

Wu Chu ignored Yibao's little gesture and laughed heartily. "Pretty, isn't it?"

Little Moon Spirit nodded repeatedly, her eyes full of little stars. She clearly loved the small palace Wu Chu had made.

"Say, how about we build a large one like this for us to live in?" Wu Chu said temptingly to Little Moon Spirit.

There were even more little stars in Little Moon Spirit's eyes, and she nodded repeatedly again.

Wu Chu continued, "Then I'll be relying on you next, Little Moon Spirit. Are you willing to help me?"

"Mm-hmm! How does Big Brother A Chu want me to help?" Little Moon Spirit was a little excited, her eyes shining. "Where shall we build this house?"

"There's no rush for that. I'll look around first and see what place is suitable." Wu Chu chuckled. "By the way, have you adapted to the dragon's might yet?"

At that, Little Moon Spirit's excited expression faded slightly. She shook her head. "I'm not as scared as before, but I probably still can't stand before that dragon corpse. The Dragon Blood in that bloody mud has also all been absorbed by the Purple Jade Spirit Crabapple. Oh, and several new buds have sprouted from its top. It has begun to grow."

Little Moon Spirit, who had seemed somewhat dejected, revealed a joyful and optimistic smile when she mentioned the Sacred Tree sprouting. It was sincere and unfeigned, much better than Yibao!

"Oh? The Sacred Tree has sprouted? That's wonderful! Then has the Innate Guardian Formation that symbiotically coexists with it begun repairing itself as well?" Wu Chu asked delightedly.

But Little Moon Spirit shook her head. "Repairing an Innate Guardian Formation like this isn't so easy. The Purple Jade Spirit Crabapple needs more energy."

Wu Chu thought for a moment and said, "Yueling, can you take me up to the top of the tree for a look?"

"Okay!"

With Little Moon Spirit's help, Wu Chu stepped onto the cloud. It felt as though he had stepped onto a ball of cotton—soft beneath his feet, yet remarkably resilient.

The cloud drifted upward with the wind, not very quickly. Little Moon Spirit was controlling its speed.

Wu Chu looked down and watched the scenery below grow smaller and smaller. Before long, his little wooden cabin was no bigger than a fingernail.

"Yueling, just how tall is this Purple Jade Spirit Crabapple?"

"Um, using the units of length Big Brother A Chu mentioned, this Purple Jade Spirit Crabapple was originally more than nine hundred zhang tall. But not anymore. Its crown was knocked off."

Good heavens!

Wu Chu secretly clicked his tongue. Even if it was no longer nine hundred zhang and only had seven hundred left, that was still more than two thousand meters high!

At such a height, wasn't it cold?

Could it still bear fruit?

Ahem, ahem!

Wasn't this a mythological world, after all?

When Wu Chu saw the flecks of green emerging from the rough bark some dozen zhang below the top of the Sacred Tree, he naturally put away his inward complaints.

How could a primordial divine object be judged by common sense?

He really was too young!

The fierce winds around him sent his long hair flying wildly. Though the sunlight shone brightly, the temperature up there remained quite low. Of course, that temperature now felt refreshing.

The ground temperature was probably already over thirty degrees, while up here it was likely only in the teens. Even an ordinary person would find such weather pleasant, much less Wu Chu.

The only downside was probably the strong wind. It would be easy to bite one's tongue.

When the cloud reached the highest point, Wu Chu looked at the jagged stumps at the purple break, each like a sharp spear thrusting upside-down toward the heavens, and could not help revealing an expression of amazement.

After all, the broken surface of this giant tree covered at least twenty or thirty thousand square meters. What sort of concept was that? It was a circle more than two hundred meters in diameter. And those uneven stumps possessed a peculiar beauty, like a field of purple jade crystal ore.

Looking all around, the mountains and rivers throughout Purple Jade Mountain lay fully within view. As far as the eye could see, no mountain peak stood taller than this giant tree.

It was open from north to south, with an expansive view, backed by mountains and beside a lake, embracing a hundred rivers and gathering countless peaks beneath one's gaze. A place of ultimate scenery, and likewise the ultimate place for viewing scenery, priced at only...

Wrong! Let's try that again!

Wu Chu took out his phone and began snapping away. When he was done, he asked, "Yueling, were there any mountains in Purple Jade Mountain taller than this tree in the past?"

The surrounding mountains, rivers, and land had all collapsed and been destroyed, so Wu Chu had no idea whether Purple Jade Mountain had once possessed towering peaks and dangerous ravines. After all, this was the Primordial Land. Mountains several thousand meters high surely counted for nothing.

"Of course there were!" Little Moon Spirit nodded. "The place where Purple Jade Daoist once had his cave abode was much higher than this Purple Jade Spirit Crabapple! See that mountain behind us?"

"That place that looks a bit like a small hill?"

"Mm, that used to be the real Purple Jade Peak. It was ten thousand zhang high, and Purple Jade Daoist's cave abode was halfway up the mountain. My former cave abode was over by that..."

Little Moon Spirit pointed at a ridge on the right that seemed to have been chopped cleanly in half and said, "There used to be a small lake there, but it has been filled in now. The spiritual energy in Purple Jade Mountain used to be far denser than it is now, but it was all destroyed after that battle. Even some of the mountain's earth veins were affected. The Purple Jade Spirit Crabapple has been unable to recover for so long partly because those earth veins were damaged..."

Wu Chu was stunned upon hearing this. Then he thought of Immortal Zhen Yuanzi, who possessed the Innate Spirit Treasure, the Earth Book. His greatest hobby in the Primordial World seemed to be repairing earth veins. Since the earth veins here had been damaged, would he appear?

At that thought, Wu Chu began to look forward to it. Immortal Zhen Yuanzi also had a close friend, and that friend was widely acknowledged as one of the great good men of the Primordial World. If Wu Chu could ask him for some cultivation methods...

Wu Chu could not help happily imagining it, eagerly awaiting the arrival of those two immortals.

Though the possibility was actually quite small, that did not stop him from dreaming first.