Darkness was eternal—deadly still, silent, cold, devoid of any life. This was an abandoned place, as though it had been cast out beyond the world.
Only at its center was there a ring of light, like a bright lamp and yet like the sun, forcibly keeping the darkness at bay and carving out a radiant Pure Land that brought the only warmth and peace.
The source of that light was a divine tree flowing with gold. It possessed divinity—it was the Fusang Divine Tree.
The evil Sacred Physique personally imprisoned by the Sun Emperor had spent several years locked away within the Northern Sea Eye, never seeing daylight as he cleansed himself of his sins.
Though the Sun Emperor had passed away more than a million years ago, he had still imprisoned this Great Fiend for the Ziwei Ancient Star and saved countless living beings.
His greatness required no further words.
Over the past few years, Ye Fan had sat beneath the Fusang Divine Tree like a stone, utterly motionless. He had focused only on refining the Fusang branch, and his cultivation had risen steadily as a result.
The branch of the Immortal Tree that represented the Sun Dao could be said to be the most suitable resource for Ye Fan at his current stage. This imprisonment had not been in vain.
By this day, that section of branch had long since been completely refined.
At a certain moment, Ye Fan's aura suddenly surged. His entire body seemed to be undergoing ascension into a flying immortal, carrying a sense of endless transcendence, as though he had received some sort of baptism.
Unfortunately, that ethereal feeling quickly faded. Once that special state ended, Ye Fan found everything dull and tasteless, unable to summon any enthusiasm.
"Divine Taboo truly is wondrous." Ye