Chapter 261: Chapter 199: Peach Tree!

“What… happened here?”

In the land of treasures.

The sky was dim and the ground appeared charred black. Far in the distance, one could see a collapsed gate and scattered debris…

“Ten vortices.”

Yu Chengzhong wiped off his sweat. Besides the vortex they had fallen through, there were nine more vortices in the sky,

each vortex absorbing mountains, celestial vaults, rivers, and more,

only for these things to be annihilated, leaving living beings unharmed, falling into the earth in all directions!

Wei Lingzhu, standing beside him, turned slightly pale:

“So, a full ten bubbles, ten subordinate cities, all got sucked into this land of treasures??”

“I don’t understand…”

Everyone exchanged confused glances, unclear about the mysterious happenings in the land of treasures!

Yu Chengzhong quickly estimated the size of the land of treasures and said in a calm voice:

“This place is bizarre. The mountains and rivers drawn in are annihilated to nothingness, as are the cities, but the living beings remain unharmed…”

“Not just people, animals too.”

After silently calculating for a moment, he continued:

“This place crosses over a hundred kilometers, and if it swallowed only small subordinate cities, there are millions of people trapped here.”

Meanwhile, the ten gigantic vortices in the sky gradually slowed down, clearly the devouring had come to an end,

Wei Lingzhu glanced at the sky:

“What about Master Bo Yang… did he manage to prevail?”

Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua exchanged a look, glanced at the little girl, but said nothing more,

instead making up their minds to protect her first should anything unexpected happen in a moment.

After all, she was Fusheng’s student.

In a sense… she was also their junior.

The vortices gradually subsided.

Millions of people were scattered over the vast and expansive land of treasures, chaos and unrest everywhere.

Those who first arrived from the smuggling camp had already begun silently digging the exotic soil,

the path ahead was temporarily unclear, and no one knew what would happen, so grasping some benefits first was the right thing to do.

But it wasn’t going smoothly.

“The exotic soil isn’t heavy, but it’s very difficult to separate from the ground, as if it’s a part of the earth itself.”

Li Qiuhua exhaled, struggling to dig out a piece of exotic soil the size of a fingernail, her face turning somewhat pale.

Not only her, everyone was the same.

Whether it was the Martial Arts Masters or Low-Refined Martial Artists like Wei Lingzhu and Wei Qingshan, they could only dig out a fingernail-sized exotic soil after much effort,

and each time they dug, their own essence, Qi, and spirit seemed to drain a bit, their faces growing paler.

Mining the exotic soil seemed to require human resources.

But fortunately.

“Essence, Qi, and spirit can all be replenished… it’s not a big problem.” Yu Chengzhong wiped his sweat and said casually, but then suddenly frowned and turned his gaze.

The old fisherman and others also looked over, their expressions changing slightly.

In the distance, among the vast crowd that also fell, from either South City or North City, a grandmaster rose into the air,

several grandmasters from the Divine Sect walking as they landed on the ground.

“Where’s Old Chen?” one of the grandmasters looked around, searching for the grandmaster stationed at the camp, but did not see him.

He asked indifferently:

“Before the incident, you were closest to the land of treasures, explain immediately, what exactly happened, and where did Old Chen go?”

A Martial Arts Master from the Mandala Lineage frowned:

“Do you take us for criminals? Behind us is…”

Before he could finish, his head exploded with a roar.

Blood splattered.

A sudden silence fell nearby.

The Divine Sect grandmaster slowly retrieved his hand, speaking with mockery:

“We’ve encountered a great change, whether we can get out is still uncertain, and you want to use your sect to pressure us?”

His expression was quite unfriendly. Before the world changed, various sects had gathered in Twin Cities Heaven and Earth,

and these members from the various sects were not very polite to the Pantheon, relying on their backing, they tried to unite to seize the land of treasures,

in the past, the Pantheon couldn’t say much, fearing a unified hunt by all the sects and sects—but now it was different.

The world had changed drastically.

“You, describe what happened.” The grandmaster of the Divine Sect casually pointed, and that person, trembling with fear, recounted the sequence of events in detail.

The ten or so grandmasters of the Divine Sect who had arrived here all gradually wore solemn expressions.

After understanding the cause and effect, and hearing that Old Chen stationed at the camp had been killed,

the eyes of the grandmasters turned towards the siblings of the Wei Family huddled in the corner.

“Zhang Fusheng’s disciple?”

A grandmaster shouted, reaching into the void, Wei Lingzhu unceremoniously floated towards the grandmaster!

Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua’s expressions changed, just about to speak.

’Boom!!’

Above, from the gigantic vortex that had swallowed the Twin Cities bubbles, a rumbling sound suddenly erupted.

The rumbling sound was like a thunder sea rolling, echoing continually, and suddenly it reverberated throughout the whole hundred-kilometer land of treasures!

The grandmasters of the Divine Sect, all sects and parties, and even the millions scattered in the land of treasures subconsciously looked up at the vortex,

these were the Governors of the cities, figures of great renown in their respective cities…

Under the gaze of countless eyes.

Light.

A brilliant golden light rushed out from within the vortex, followed by a great sun!!

Thunder rumbled, a shining great sun burst forth from the vortex, suddenly, dazzling light illuminated the entire dim land of treasures,

the shining great sun did not fall, but rather hovered high above, patrolling the entire land of treasures, a grandmaster strained to see, vaguely noticing that it was not a sun, but rather a golden ancient war chariot!

On the war chariot stood a blurred figure.

The golden sun patrolled all around, the wheels stirring up thunderous roars.

“It’s the Lord!” A grandmaster of the Pantheon shouted with joy, recognizing it as the carriage of their almost Divine Favor Envoy-level Upper Envoy!

Yu Chengzhong and Li Qiuhua were thunderstruck.

Since the ancient war chariot crashed in with such a hegemonic stance, overlooking all directions, was little Fusheng not…

Yu Chengzhong’s lips trembled, unconsciously slipping his hand into his bag, where a pre-sacrificed small altar was kept.

Under the terrified and respectful gaze of countless people,

the wheel of golden sunlight turned back, then dragged its splendid light as it descended from the sky.

“Lord!”

Many believers of the Pantheon shouted wildly, the grandmaster holding Wei Lingzhu high:

“This person is…”

His voice suddenly weakened.

As the golden sun drew nearer, the blurry silhouette on the golden ancient war chariot gradually became clear.

It wasn’t an adult.

It was a young man, with a solemn and venerable expression, like a celestial god stepping on the sun.

“Master!!”

Wei Lingzhu exclaimed in surprise, and the hand of the grandmaster holding her softened and let go.

The little girl fell to the ground with a thud.

“Ouch!”

The sun hovered above everyone’s heads.

The celestial god cast his gaze down.

Silence, silence.

Then one by one, the divine sect followers adorned with twisted tattoos suddenly disintegrated and evaporated, turning into clouds of smoke and mist.

As one of the bases of the Pantheon, how many Pantheon followers were lurking in the Twin Cities?

More than ten thousand.

Over ten thousand martial artists, several hundred martial arts masters, and dozens of grandmasters.

Not one was missed, all were precisely struck down in the same instant!

Zhang Fusheng, with his thirteen hundred years of spiritual accumulation, could extend his spiritual thoughts up to a hundred and thirty kilometers,

just enough to encompass the entire area of the exotic treasure!

Suddenly, his divine realm was filled with over ten thousand residual souls, which then transformed into over ten thousand grim skeletons,

the heavy pressure that had been pressing on his divine realm was now completely shared by the grim skeletons!

He had never felt so at ease.

“Master!”

Wei Lingzhu got up, respectfully performing a ceremony towards that dazzling sun in the sky, with unexpectedly standard and impeccable etiquette.

Somewhat resembling the ancient rites of Confucianism.

The entire area of the exotic treasure was silent.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

The celestial god nodded slightly, quietly gazing at the crowd below, gazing at the entire area of the exotic paper land, but inside, he was disturbed.

There were big problems here.

A moment ago.

Zhang Fusheng tried to pry the earth and excavate the vast vitality contained within the exotic soil using spiritual thoughts,

but he quickly discovered something was wrong; excavating even a trace of exotic soil would cause a trace of essence, qi, and spirit to dissipate,

if he attempted to move a thousand tons of exotic soil at once, even he himself might be instantly drained!!

And the exotic treasure land, covering thousands of square kilometers, how much exotic soil did it have?

He did not know.

However…

Zhang Fusheng stood on the golden ancient war chariot, his gaze falling towards the center of the exotic treasure land.

There, the South Celestial Gate had fallen, and a plaque of the Milo Celestial Palace lay on the ground, with a tree planted crookedly next to it.

The entire tree had an eerie, crimson color,

one could perceive that the essence, qi, and spirit drained from those who dug the exotic soil all converged onto that tree.

And on the branches of the large tree hung a small peach, along with a painting.

The painting depicted what seemed to be an immortal mountain in a sea of clouds, but the center of the painting was blank, as if something or someone ought to be there but had vanished into thin air—a painting that bore Miss Ming Yue.

Zhang Fusheng looked serious and dared not approach it closely—it exuded an intense sense of danger!!

What kind of tree was this?

And where was the slumbering celestial human?

Zhang Fusheng’s thoughts churned, and he quietly tapped the air with his five fingers, contemplating an altar.

“Young Master Zhang?”

Miss Ming Yue’s voice resounded once more in Zhang Fusheng’s mind.

He did not hesitate, briefly recounting what he had seen and heard.

However.

Miss Ming Yue fell into silence, not responding for a long time, as if she was pondering, or desperately trying to recall something.

Zhang Fusheng did not waste time either, maneuvering the golden ancient war chariot to land as he emerged from it,

and the one by one, those who looked at him couldn’t help but lower their heads.

He was too dazzling.

“I can only take a few people with me.”

Zhang Fusheng spoke calmly, his gaze directed towards the Ten Directions Vortex, where the outside could only vaguely glimpse the inside,

yet from within, the outside was clearly visible.

Outside the ten vortices, there were figures resembling blazing suns—the innate realm.

Clearly, the massive upheaval had alarmed the higher-ups of the Golden Province, some avant-garde had personally ventured, hesitating, not daring to enter,

under such circumstances, attempting to leave without being caught was extremely difficult.

One must use the Bridge of Helplessness to exit the exotic treasure land while evading those of the innate realm…

One must first become [Innate].

Which means, one must complete the ultimate leap here.

“But for at least three months, this place is safe and will see no major changes.”

Zhang Fusheng spoke as he raised his eyebrows, Miss Ming Yue’s voice coming through once again.

“Young Master Zhang, you have encountered a great opportunity—but also a great danger.”

The elegant voice carried a hint of gravity and urgency; Zhang Fusheng’s expression slightly tensed, posing a question in his heart through the technique of prayer.

“Please, Miss Ming Yue, enlighten me.”

After another moment of silence, Miss Ming Yue’s voice sounded again.

“This should be a corner of the human world from the old era, and the fallen object in the distance is one of the celestial gates of the celestial court from that era.”

“The celestial court can be understood as the dwelling of the myriad gods of the old era.”

“As for that tree…”

Miss Ming Yue’s voice suddenly tightened:

“I’ve been recalling for a long time and have some vague impressions. I once saw it with my master; if I’m not mistaken, it might just be a tree that fell from the celestial court into the human world…”

“The Peach Tree.”

Zhang Fusheng’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, a peach tree?

A peach tree twisted into such a sinister form??

He stared at the ancient peach tree standing on the charred earth, crooked, twisted, with wildly growing crimson branches.

“The Peach Tree…”

Staring at the crimson peach on the branch.

Zhang Fusheng swallowed.

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