Chapter 224

Yang Zhu took out the Golden Crow Divine Tree, its fire leaves swaying, true fire roiling within, terrifying temperature, even the void became illusory.

"This is a good place, suitable for you to comprehend the profound mysteries of the True Scripture."

Yang Zhu brought Tong Tong to the deepest part of the Divine Tree, and the Jade Pool Holy Maiden and others closely followed.

"What a miraculous place, no wonder those little birds are all so powerful."

Duan De merely glanced and sensed this place's extraordinariness and divinity.

The Golden Crow Divine Tree is not only part of the Immortal Medicine, it contains a fragment of the Immortal Medicine's imprint, from which some mysteries can be glimpsed.

Moreover, this place is laid with many formation patterns, layered and overlapping, crisscrossing, all made by the hand of Old Golden Crow, this Great Sage; one can imagine its power.

"These miscellaneous birds are inherently fire-bodied; training long in such a place, it's hard not to become strong."

The Big Black Dog muttered, although he usually eats miscellaneous birds, it's undeniable that the Golden Crow clan is indeed sufficiently powerful.

Without the strength of someone like Gu Tianshu and holding an Imperial Armament of the Ultimate Dao, even those holy lands of the Eastern Wasteland could do nothing to them.

"I've read in ancient texts that the Golden Crow clan is said to be greatly related to the Fusang Immortal Tree; could that divine tree possibly be in this star field?"

The Jade Pool Holy Maiden's bright eyes flickered; having listened to everyone's conversation along the way, she more or less knew some things and asked.

The Divine Tree of the Golden Crow clan is a section of the Fusang tree trunk, and the Golden Crow stands in this star field, indicating that the Fusang Divine Tree is likely here.

"Naturally, and moreover, three years ago it was already subdued by the Imperial Prince, who also obtained the Sun Holy Emperor's inheritance from it, which is why he came to question this little fellow."

Toward the Jade Pool Holy Maiden, the Big Black Dog was very patient, detailing the events.

"Probably only an Imperial Armament and Immortal Medicine could make you this interested."

Upon hearing this, the Jade Pool Holy Maiden stared for a moment, her beautiful eyes gazing at Yang Zhu, merely giving a light smile, not feeling too surprised.

After all, even the Enlightenment Tea Tree of the Immortal Mountain dared to be seized...

"The more, the better."

Yang Zhu chuckled; this kind of divine object, the Immortal Medicine, must be the more the better!

"Brother Yang, this poor Daoist wishes to..."

At this moment, Duan De came over, his face beaming with a smile, almost fawning, he glanced at the others but did not directly finish his words.

"You want to use this place for burial?" Yang Zhu understood.

"He who knows me is also Brother Yang!"

Duan De nodded repeatedly, grinning from ear to ear; he did not dare hope for the Fusang Divine Tree, but he wanted to try the Golden Crow Divine Tree beneath his feet.

The ancestral land of the Golden Crow clan, plus being able to serve as a secluded retreat for a Great Sage—how could it be simple? He had just carefully considered the terrain; he could say he was quite satisfied!

"Daoist Priest, be courteous; when that day comes, just speak up."

Yang Zhu did not hesitate, nodded and agreed; he and Duan De have known each other for a long time, this matter is nothing to him.

"Hahaha, then many thanks, Brother Yang!"

Duan De laughed heartily; with the divine coffin of the Ice Snow Palace and this blessed land, this burial finally has a good foothold.

"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all!" Li Tian listened, bewildered, and asked curiously.

He is a lascivious man, unscrupulous in his deeds, often toying with beauties; in Zi Wei he is infamous, and when ruthless, even his own senior brothers dare to pursue and kill him.

But in the face of Duan De and the Big Black Dog, these two scoundrels, he had to restrain his arrogance and not be too wanton.

Having associated with them for years, he clearly knows these two are not easy to provoke, not daring to offend them casually. The Big Black Dog's attainment in formations is superb; likely searching all of Zi Wei, no one can match him.

Once, a king who had severed the Dao three times as an immortal almost was annihilated by his laid-out One-Foot Emperor Killing Formation, subsequently losing half his life before barely escaping death.

In surveying terrain and seeking tomb acupoints, Duan De is likewise unmatched; a single glance suffices to know whether a great tomb exists.

As long as he takes a dislike to you, within a few days he will dig up your ancestral grave; his vicious reputation is notorious, and few in Zi Wei dare to provoke him after he digs.

Moreover, these two scoundrels are lacking in virtue and bring misfortune; provoke them, and you'll surely suffer great calamity.

"Go away, you don't understand anything."

The unscrupulous Daoist glanced at him, then strolled about nearby on his own, carefully examining his burial site, very satisfied, continually nodding.

The Golden Crow's habitat is vast; even a giant penetrating deep for two hours only then reached the deepest part.

"Old Golden Crow's secluded retreat!"

Before them stood a fire pavilion constructed from the Divine Tree's trunk, towering over a hundred zhang, grand and solemn, ancient and majestic, covered with many shining patterns.

Around the fire pavilion coiled blazing golden divine fire, scorching and pure, capable of burning everything; a single wisp could slay a Holy Lord–level powerhouse, terrifying to the extreme.

"This divine fire is too terrifying; we cannot approach."

Li Tian and the others, facing the fire pavilion covered with surging true fire, only felt a sudden inner heat, their blood accelerating, almost igniting.

Yang Zhu waved his hand; divine light enveloped the several people, instantly dispelling the heat, isolating them, and their bodies felt much lighter.

Boom boom boom...

The great door was pushed open, emitting a heavy sound that reverberated in the vast hall, like rolling thunder, making several hearts tremble.

Inside the pavilion, carved beams and painted pillars, thirty-six pillars each several zhang thick, engraved all over with Golden Crows, each in its own posture, arrogant and unruly, looking down upon the crowd...

Each Golden Crow glimmered with specks of light, lifelike, with divine fire flickering within, adding an inexplicable quality, as if they might come alive at any moment.

"These should have been left by the Golden Crow Ancestor."

Yang Zhu stomped his foot, his gaze falling on those patterns; from them he sensed a grand and mighty aura, containing a unique seal, extremely strange.

Unconsciously, the Fusang Divine Tree appeared in his mind; on the tree, a fire cluster as blazing as the sun hovered.

Its emitted awe-inspiring pressure melted the surrounding void; even the traces of the Dao could not escape, all being ignited.

Yang Zhu stood petrified, unblinking, staring at that solar orb, following its orbital path, gradually comprehending a certain truth...

"The Golden Crow Ancestor's strength is not to be underestimated; arranged by the Holy Emperor to guard the Fusang Divine Tree, also to temper him..."

After Yang Zhu regained his senses, several days had passed; the Golden Crow clan, whether in Zi Wei or elsewhere, had become known and heard of by people, and there must be a reason for that.

During these days, Yang Zhu gained considerable insight from the engraved patterns, and faintly realized the Golden Crow Ancestor's might, far beyond what Old Golden Crow could compare to.

"Imperial Prince, there is a seal below here that we cannot break."

Seeing Yang Zhu come to his senses from his insight, the big black dog eagerly rushed over.

While Yang Zhu was comprehending the Dao these past few days, nobody dared to leave the Fire Pavilion; they could only wander inside.

In the deepest part they found a great gate, its surface laid with terrifying formation patterns and bearing the brand left by the Old Golden Crow—something that even a joint effort by several people could not overcome.

(End of chapter)