Chapter 842: Six-Sign Dao Tree, Physical Form

Six-Sign Dao Tree!

Li Rui stared at the old branch in his hand, his heart surging with emotion.

It is well known.

The enhancements granted by Immortals are merely incidental; most Immortal Sects use them this way—for example, the Immortal Tree of Baiyu Jing nurtured several generations of Dao Lords, but in truth, all Immortal gifts are magic treasures, meant for combat.

Didn’t Zhuge Ming once carry the Baiyu Jing Immortal Tree to the Ascension Platform, using it to intimidate the entire Jie Jiao Sect’s elite?

Yet these are treasures that safeguard the sect—how could they be used lightly?

Li Rui himself, though possessing the Six-Sign Dao Tree, had never used it.

Was it because he didn’t want to?

Of course not.

It was because he simply couldn’t extract it—until he reshaped the Immortal Tree’s physical form using the method of Mending the Heavenly Defect, did extraction become possible.

If he were to pull out the Six-Sign Dao Tree and strike an enemy in battle, forget Dao Lords—even a True Lord couldn’t withstand it; one strike would guarantee a hit, one sweep would clear a wide area.

Though it demands a great cost, at critical moments, it can reverse the tide of battle.

How could Li Rui not be delighted?

This was a true weapon of mass destruction!

With the Six-Sign Dao Tree, he now had at least a chance to fight back against a Dao Lord.

That day.

A elite force of a hundred soldiers arrived in Yunze City, each clad in golden armor and riding demonic beasts of the Soul Separation realm.

Such a force of lions.

No army in the entire Dayu could match it.

At their head was a noble, imposing man radiating authority.

The citizens of the Eastern Provincial Commandery, upon seeing them, were struck dumb by the aura, one after another kneeling prostrate—the scene was awe-inspiring.

“Who would have thought such shallow waters could birth a dragon? Director Yu Hai, I hear you’re quite close to True Lord Changqing?”

The dashing middle-aged man did not glance at the street, speaking calmly to the man beside him.

Upon closer inspection, one would notice he bore a resemblance to Prince Xuanxuan.

Yet this man was Prince Xuanxuan’s elder uncle.

The Prince Xuan of the Shenxu Immortal Dynasty.

According to Shenxu Immortal Dynasty’s customs, the fewer characters in a prince’s title, the higher his status.

Prince Xuanxuan, Prince Xuanji—these were honorific titles granted to promising successors of the Soul Separation realm.

But a title like Prince Xuan? That was a powerful prince.

Prince Xuan himself was a late-stage Body Integration powerhouse.

Director Yu Haizhen smiled: “True Lord Changqing is a genius of extraordinary brilliance—truly remarkable.”

He had come to Taihuazhou with Prince Xuan specifically to invite True Lords from the top Immortal Dynasties to the Emperor’s Trial.

The Emperor’s Trial.

Held once every hundred years.

The greatest event in the Immortal Realm.

This trial determines the ranking among the Immortal Dynasties; theoretically, the five Emperor Lords of the Emperor’s Hall are all selected from its results.

Not long after.

Prince Xuan and Director Yu Haizhen, accompanied by their hundred elite soldiers, arrived before the gates of the Eastern Provincial Commandery, met by the fearful gazes of Yunze City’s residents.

When they arrived,

Li Rui had already led a group to greet them at the gate.

“Greetings, Prince Xuan. Greetings, Director Yu.”

Li Rui bowed.

Prince Xuan openly studied Li Rui for a long while before speaking: “True Lord Changqing, I and Director Yu have come to invite the Yu Kingdom to participate in the Emperor’s Trial.”

The Emperor’s Hall dispatched fourteen teams, corresponding to fourteen Immortal Provinces.

Since the fall of the Qianyuan and Fenxin Immortal Dynasties, Taihuazhou now has only the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty remaining.

Thus, he and Director Yu Haizhen had the easiest task.

“I will attend the Emperor’s Hall as agreed.”

Li Rui had already received word.

So he was utterly unsurprised.

The Emperor’s Trial was a matter of great importance; to refuse meant, at best, being ranked last, at worst, being stripped of first-tier Immortal Dynasty status.

Of course,

Over the past several millennia, unless an Immortal Dynasty was nearly extinct, none had ever refused.

For every Immortal Dynasty, the Emperor’s Trial was a divine blessing.