Chapter 190

(I'm Sao Gang; lately I've been feeling off, so the story got a bit slack and many readers left—I can't afford to slack anymore, I need to write properly.) This is undoubtedly shocking news. Since the primordial ancient beings appeared, who would dare to openly oppose them? Everyone flees like from snakes and scorpions, trembling with fear.

These days, dozens of primordial ancient beings have been killed; even the weakest among them wielded formidable cultivation. Scanning the Eastern Wasteland, who could possess such godlike power and methods?

Could it be an ancient sage who acted? Yet heaven and earth have long since transformed—no ancient sage could have survived this long!

The cultivators kept guessing; someone proposed it was the deed of the human race's ancient sage, but that idea was quickly dismissed.

Apart from the long‑vanished Tianxuan old madman, humanity has never seen a second sage—and the attacker even brandished an imperial armament, making it all the more implausible.

That day, as I passed by, I saw that person—he was the Sacred Body Dao‑fetus, wielding the Heaven‑Swallowing Magic Jar, and later he even blew apart a primordial ancestor king!

Then a living fossil stepped forward and described what had happened.

The Sacred Body Dao‑fetus… he's come back from the Central Plains!

He can even kill a primordial ancestor king—it's hard to imagine how formidable his strength has grown.

As soon as the news broke, the Eastern Wasteland quivered; everyone was stunned, faces flushed with excitement, and they all felt a sense of relief.

If it were anyone else, they probably couldn't wield such overbearing power—but if it's the Sacred Body Dao‑fetus sweeping the Eastern Wasteland, there's no question.

Although he bears an imperial armament, he must also possess enough strength to wield it, to unleash its true power! In an instant, the Eastern Wasteland is no longer tranquil, thrown into turmoil.

Our human race's heavenly pride and divine bodies are all out; if they mature, they might not be unable to stand against them, and we still have the Sacred Body Dao‑fetus!

Since the primordial ancient beings emerged, no faction has dared to provoke them, and the human race's dominance has begun to shift.

Yang Chu swept through the primordial ancient beings' habitats, valiant and peerless, overwhelmingly powerful, exerting a tremendous deterrent effect! …

Regardless of outside debate, the Yaochi divine land remains peaceful and tranquil.

Brother Yang, are you leaving?

Upon hearing that Yang Chu would soon leave, Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman rushed over.

Li Xiaoman now looks radiant; having shaken off the Crocodile Ancestor's control, he has reverted to his former self—no longer extreme or moody as before.

Xiaoman here—thank you, Young Master Yang, for rescuing me back then.

She bowed respectfully; ever since she woke, she's wanted to find Yang Chu to thank him.

But Yang Chu's whereabouts are uncertain; a year ago he went off to the Central Plains again, leaving her no chance, and she secretly feels regret.

It's just a small effort.

Yang Chu stood beneath the ancient peach tree, eyeing its vigorous trunk; the old bark cracked like a heavy tortoise shell—these are the traces left by time.

On the flourishing trunk, three divine peach fruits have ripened—each the size of a human head, bright red and translucent like red agate, very alluring.

In Yang Chu's sight, a Dao diagram emerged; the aged bark seemed to come alive, exuding a natural aura, with Dao and principle intertwined within.

Almost every ancient emperor held a stalk of immortal medicine; besides prolonging life, another key reason is that it contains a special substance and runes……

Yang Chu gazed, entranced, naturally slipping into a special state, as if he had grasped something.

His mind sank into the ancient tree, like drawing silk from a cocoon, pulling out strand after strand of crystalline runes, which he examined closely.

Seeing this, Hua Yunfei and Li Xiaoman exchanged a look, refrained from interrupting, and quietly slipped away.

Upon hearing the news, the Queen Mother of the West had the place sealed off, forbidding anyone from approaching.

In Yang Chu's eyes, chaos coiled and purple mist swirled, as if he stood at the dawn of the universe, where all things are being evolved. He stood beneath the peach tree, black robe fluttering, hair flying, his whole body seeming petrified, utterly motionless.

Could the secret of longevity truly lie within the immortal medicine……

This Yaochi peach divine tree was obtained by a Supreme Elder who risked his life to storm the divine ruins, bringing back a segment of the immortal peach's root and stalk.

After painstaking cultivation over tens of thousands of years, it grew into its present form; in a sense, the peach ancient tree can be regarded as half a stalk of immortal medicine.

It hasn't yet reached the required age, but with continued cultivation it's very likely to become a full stalk of immortal medicine!

Yang Chu's mind was calm; many crystalline runes appeared like wandering tiny spirits in his thoughts, evolving into myriad profundities.

This is……

Faintly, before his eyes the mist grew hazy, and a void crack split open straight ahead.

In the void loomed a gigantic immortal gate, reaching as high as the heavens—at least tens of thousands of feet tall—majestic, overbearing, holy and divine, splendid.

On the plaque, the three large characters 'Southern Heavenly Gate' were clearly inscribed, as if a corner of the ancient heavenly court had fallen to the mortal world.

The image shifted, passing the Southern Heavenly Gate and going deeper; soon a massive divine tree appeared, rooted deep within.

The divine tree is ninety‑nine meters tall, several zhang wide; its trunk resembles an azure dragon's torso, vigorous and strong, with cracked bark like dragon scales, lifelike…

The immortal peach tree in the divine ruins!

Yang Chu stared unblinkingly at the immortal peach tree in the image, marveling at its vibrant vitality and Daoist charm, within which a special life‑force qi flowed.

Indeed, each stalk of immortal divine medicine is unique and irreplaceable!

Ahead, turning upward, the tree's crystalline leaves swayed, glittering brightly, shedding a soft glow.

Yang Chu felt as if he had personally arrived beneath this divine tree, sensing its life‑law and grasping the traces of the Dao within.

On the immortal platform, three little figures representing past, present, and future shone with divine light, simultaneously cultivating…

If there's a chance, I must get hold of it.

When Yang Chu awoke from his contemplative state, an hour and a half had passed; he had gained much, acquiring many different insights.

Meanwhile, the deeper one delves into the immortal medicine, the more one discovers its extraordinariness—seizing the creation of heaven and earth, born of the Dao, possessing endless marvels.

This also steadied Yang Chu; he must obtain several more stalks, which will be crucial for his ambition to evolve an immortal realm.

Yue'er, what's wrong?

Yang Chu found the big black dog and the others; immediately he noticed the Yaochi saintess's eyes held an unusual emotion, and he asked.

I… I recently suddenly grasped the Western Emperor's inheritance……

The Yaochi saintess hesitated slightly, then related what had happened.

Originally, a few days ago, while she was inscribing the Western Emperor's Classic on a stone wall inside the Yaochi divine land, she unintentionally gained an insight, unlocking a certain inheritance—which can also be called an opportunity.

Such inheritance can only be sensed by successive Yaochi saintesses; generally it is unlocked only after breaking through the immortal platform.

Who would have known she possessed extraordinary talent and profound Dao nature, actually achieving it ahead of time.

(End of Chapter)