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The Pill Cauldron Sect.
The rear mountain.
The light barrier of the Strange Gate Eight Trigrams Formation slowly faded. Eight Formation Banners turned into streaks of light and flew back into Ji Yuan's sleeve.
He stood atop a hill, his gaze resting on the Heavenly Origin Tree ahead, long since drained of every trace of life.
A smooth hole bored by the Meteor Cannon pierced the center of its trunk.
Most of the aerial roots that had once hung like silver waterfalls were blackened and broken. Only a few sparse remnants remained rooted in the soil.
Its broad, canopy-like leaves had all withered and fallen, leaving bare branches reaching toward the sky, steeped in lifeless despair.
Ji Yuan swept his Divine Sense carefully over the tree. From its underground roots to its highest branches, its inner essence had been drained dry.
Even its vital core had been swept away by the Ancient Banyan King along with his Divine Soul essence.
That core was the key to whether the Ancient Banyan King could complete his possession and reshape his foundations.
Without it, this spirit tree, which had lived for forty-seven hundred years, was nothing but a lifeless shell.
Yet even as a shell, it was a treasure left behind by a Fourth-Tier Late Stage spirit plant.
Millennia of spiritual energy from the earth's veins and wood essence had seeped into every inch of its timber.
Whether used to refine a wood-attribute Dharma Treasure, build a spirit boat, or even ground up and mixed into a Spirit Field to improve the soil, it was a rare marvel.
A single piece cut from it would send Nascent Soul Cultivators scrambling at a trading fair.
Ji Yuan thought it over, then gave up on the idea.
It had, after all, been