Penglai Island.
"What happened?"
Ling Feng reached the clone who had sent the message and asked directly.
The clone smiled and pointed in a certain direction. "True Body, I found an innate spiritual root."
At that, Ling Feng shifted his gaze and looked where the clone pointed. He knew that any innate spiritual root worth summoning him over for had to be extraordinary.
Not far ahead stood a towering tree roughly a thousand feet tall. It was truly remarkable, its immensely thick roots winding like wooden dragons, twisting and interlocking.
Above, its dense branches and leaves shimmered with silver light, like an enormous umbrella propping up the sky and shading a vast stretch of ground.
Most eye-catching of all were the fruits hanging among its branches.
Its flowers resembled lotuses, and its fruits resembled pearl-like flower hearts. Both bore the characters for "Yellow Central," seemingly formed by nature itself and containing traces of some profound, unfathomable Great Dao patterns.
There were only nine fruits, each perfectly round and plump. Already ripe, they gave off a distinctive fruity fragrance and rich immortal spirit energy.
Clearly, these fruits were anything but ordinary.
"It's actually the Yellow Central Plum, an innate supreme-grade spiritual root!"
Ling Feng's eyes widened at once. His treasure-hunting fatigue vanished, replaced by radiant enthusiasm.
The Yellow Central Plum was a treasure on par with innate supreme-grade spiritual roots such as the Flat Peach and the enlightenment tree.
However, the Yellow Central Plum was even better than the Flat Peach or the Ginseng Fruit of the Great Immortal Zhenyuan.
It flowered once every ten thousand years, bore fruit after another ten thousand, and needed yet another ten thousand years for the fruit to ripen. Even after thirty thousand years, it produced only nine fruits.
In other words, these mere nine