Chapter 549

Even if they do not participate, they must watch from a distance.

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The Wish Spirit Fruit.

Located at the very center of the Barbarian Wild Sea.

Here stands only a small-to-moderate island, not even comparable to the locations of Second Stage divine objects.

Yet it is the most important place.

On the island.

Grows a colossal ancient tree nearly piercing the sky!

Its thick branches twist like coiled dragons, claws and fangs brandished, extending into the void and shrouding a hundred li of space.

Strangely, this tree bears not a single leaf.

Bare and barren.

Its vitality appears exceedingly thin.

By all rights, such scant vitality could never sustain such a massive ancient tree, yet the tree stands eternally there.

Never falling.

The next day.

That is, the final day in the Barbarian Wild Sea.

Many prodigies have already arrived.

One by one, they gaze at the colossal ancient tree, a burning fervor appearing in their eyes.

According to past circumstances.

The Spirit Tree will bear fruit at noon today.

Afterward, it will fall into a century of silence to recover.

"Even within the Third Stage ranks, the Wish Spirit Fruit is a peerless existence,"

someone said, "mainly due to its miraculous effects; it is said one can receive a gift from the Heavenly Dao!"

"Hmm, I also heard my family elders mention it upon my arrival, but the miraculous effects of divine objects are notoriously difficult to inherit, especially for something like the Wish Spirit Fruit; almost no one is heard to have succeeded."

Another person beside him nodded in agreement. "The higher the grade of a divine object, the more powerful its miraculous effects; correspondingly, the harder it is to inherit."

"Otherwise, how would the Holy Sites allow the Barbarian Wild Sea to us of the Four Regions?"

"They would have claimed it as their own long ago."

Another person sneered coldly.

Upon hearing this.

Everyone nearby's faces instantly changed slightly.

"Do you not want your life? Dare you speak of the Holy Sites!"

Someone hurriedly warned.

That person opened his mouth, then could only close it in resentment.

The Four Great Holy Sites hold the 'rules,' act on behalf of Heaven, govern the operation of all things, and issue a single word as command.

Who dares disobey? Who dares offend?

The outcome for all is one only.

In fact, there are many ancient lands in the Cultivation World, yet the Central Continent has not yielded many to the Four Regions; on the contrary, in recent years, the number has even gradually decreased.

As for the reason, it is the old story: the rules of ancient lands have shifted, and the intervals between them have lengthened.

Who knows if it is true or false; since they cannot verify it, naturally, whatever the Holy Sites say becomes the truth.

Now, after waiting two or three cycles.

Only the Barbarian Wild Sea has appeared, and it is the type that produces relatively few divine objects.

Although it does contain the top-tier divine object, the Wish Spirit Fruit.

But how difficult is it to inherit the miraculous effects of this divine object?

It is equivalent to nothing!

If not for the vast mysterious power contained within that top-tier divine object, one might as well choose a Second Stage divine object.

"By the way, have the Demonic Path not been seen recently?"

Someone changed the subject.

"No."

"From the moment we entered until now, not a single one has been encountered."

"These rats in the sewers are quite good at hiding; they must be plotting something."

"I heard the Demonic Path has produced several top-tier prodigies in recent years, especially that one from the Minghuang Sect."

Upon hearing this.

The crowd immediately lent their ears to listen intently.

After all, not everyone's information is so well-informed.

Among the Momenshi Sect, the Minghuang Sect is considered the strongest; during every Holy Site purge, they stand at the very front, ensuring the Demonic Path is not completely eradicated.

Always preserving their bloodline.

When the time comes, they revive once more.

And the Minghuang Sect's ancestral technique is also one of the top-tier techniques in the world.

Named the "Nether God Samsara Dao Canon."

A Holy Site-level inheritance!

By all rights, if not for the Four Great Sacred Sites controlling the vast majority of resources, the Minghuang Sect would be qualified to become a Demon Dao Sacred Site.

Alas, resources are too scarce.

Not only does it fail to narrow the gap, but the distance is constantly widening!

"He once appeared at the Divine Edge Sea in the Central Region and fought the eighth seat of the True Disciples of the Zhenyi Sacred Site, winning by half a move."

"Now, more than ten years have passed; no one knows exactly how strong he has become."

That person said.

As the words fell.

A sound of slight, sharp inhalation arose.

True Disciples of the Sacred Sites are generally the outstanding among those in the Life and Death Realm.

Let alone the eighth seat!

"However, such a figure should not come to the Barbarian Sea; with the Minghuang Sect's foundation, it is sufficient to provide top-tier divine artifacts."

Someone murmured.

"Even if he comes, there is no need to fear; the Four Regions' Champions are not weak. Do not belittle yourselves. The strength of the Central Region lies in the accumulation of foundation from ancient times to the present, not in the younger generation."

Another person said, "Among the younger generation, few can completely suppress our Four Regions' Champions."

Upon hearing this.

The crowd nodded.

The younger generation, no matter how strong, how strong can they be? There is always a limit; the peak can be seen.

But those of the older generation are an abyss that cannot be fathomed.

Their lifespans are long.

Even if their realm does not advance, a cultivation of over a thousand years is enough to make their martial foundation immensely deep, and their trump cards are numerous!

"Look quickly!"

"Someone is coming!"

"It is... Han Yuanzhen!"

Suddenly, someone said.

The crowd immediately turned to look in the direction of the voice.

They saw that not far away, a figure was treading on the air, carrying a long blade on his back.

His face was cold and stern.

Like ten-thousand-year-old ice.

It was indeed the previous champion of the Northern Plains!

Han Yuanzhen!