Chapter 447: Starry Sky God Tree

Staying in the copper coffin, Zhang Xingyu closed his eyes to check the stars in the God Court.

There were three thousand stars in total, each of which was a seed of divine ability. Judging from the brightness, they could be divided into four levels. The thirty-six most dazzling ones were seeds of great divine abilities, and scattered around the seeds of great divine abilities were countless seeds of high-level divine abilities and medium-low-level divine abilities.

Zhang Xingyu shook his head in disappointment: Hey, produced by the system, there wasn't even a seed of supreme divine ability.

While flipping through, while practicing.

Cultivation has no years, darkness does not count years. I don't know how long he floated in the copper coffin, when the top of the copper coffin suddenly lit up. In his field of vision, stars were floating and sinking in the star map. With the hidden floating and sinking of the stars, Zhang Xingyu's fingers moved rapidly on this star map. A moment later, a few words were spat out from his mouth: "Aries."

The star map gradually faded, but one of the stars became larger and larger, brighter and brighter.

It seems that the copper coffin is going to Aries.

Zhang Xingyu closed his eyes and continued to practice. Until one day, his butt had a close contact with the copper coffin, which awakened him from his practice.

Open your eyes, look up, the sky is blue, white clouds are leisurely.

He rubbed his stiff legs and stood up with his hands on the coffin. He crawled out of the coffin with

The place where the bronze coffin was parked was still an altar, hexagonal with six sides, its surface engraved with complex star charts.

He looked up and around, then couldn't help but shake his head.

Yellow sand, everywhere he looked was nothing but yellow sand.

It seemed this planet was also a dead planet devoid of life.

Fortunately, there was still a thin trace of primordial energy on this planet.

He looked back at the bronze coffin; it showed not the slightest movement.

Fine! It seemed that if he didn't explore this dead planet, the bronze coffin behind him wouldn't open the way.

Thus, he resolutely activated his divine ability and transformed into a bird-man once again.

Locking onto a direction, he spread his wings and flew high.

He flew for a whole month.

Until one day, a vast expanse of green appeared in his field of vision.

He stopped. Before him was an incomparably tall tree. The trunk was like a wall that stretched beyond sight, the smallest branches were over a thousand zhang thick, and every leaf was dozens of mu in size. Even though he was three thousand zhang above the ground, Zhang Xingyu discovered he was merely hovering at the base of this tree.

Zhang Xingyu was shocked by the tree's height. Whether in his past life or this one, he had never seen such a towering tree.

He flapped his wings and cautiously flew upward. Half an hour later, like a fiery red butterfly, he landed lightly on the edge of a verdant leaf.

His nose twitched involuntarily. The surrounding air was fresh and filled with Spiritual Aura. Around him, tiny whirlpools were quietly forming.

The Creation Classic activated on its own.

He withdrew his divine sense into his Divine Court. Above the Divine Court, a light drizzle was falling. Golden divine rain fell into the Divine Sea, and pale golden divine mist rose from the surface of the sea. Under the illumination of the Spring Brother, a brilliant rainbow arched over the divine mist.

Zhang Xingyu's divine sense watched that rainbow quietly.

It was beautiful.

It was just a pity. He imagined the system's notification sound in his mind: "Ding-dong, love connects, service forever, the God Domain System serves you wholeheartedly. Host has obtained one million points of Immortal Qi value, converted into one hundred thousand points of God Yuan Value."

Although it sounded annoying, it was a pity he would never hear it again.

His divine sense retreated in gloom.

He was very sad. Although the system had ultimately left all the divine ability seeds to him, there was not a trace of excitement in his heart. Aside from sadness, there was only more sadness.

After sitting on the edge of the leaf for a while, he lifted his legs and walked toward the center of the leaf. There, the thick leaf vein was like a small river, flowing with sweet, fragrant Spirit Liquid.

Upon reaching the leaf vein, whirlpools had already enveloped his entire body. Zhang Xingyu simply lay down inside the leaf vein. He wanted to sleep, to have a good sleep.

A ten-year nap, a yellow millet dream.

When Zhang Xingyu woke up, he found Little Tiny and Sunday jumping back and forth on the leaf.

Don't let their small stature fool you; their weight was truly not light. The two of them used the leaf as a trampoline, causing it to sway up and down incessantly.

Sunday was a troublemaker, and Little Tiny was likely a troublemaker too. If only he could put them both away.

No sooner had this thought flashed through his mind than he saw Little Tiny and Sunday fly into his brow with a 'whoosh'.

Zhang Xingyu stood stunned on the spot.

A moment later, wild joy surged into his heart.

From this point on, he possessed two powerful thugs who would obey his commands.

After lying in the leaf vein for three days, seeing that the Spirit Liquid in the vein was showing signs of drying up, Zhang Xingyu hurriedly stopped the Creation Classic.

He climbed to his feet, twisted his neck, stretched his back, and then summoned the wings on his back.

I want to fly higher, fly higher, dancing like a gale, breaking free from the embrace; I want to fly higher, fly higher, wings whipping up a storm, my heart roaring.

And so, in the days that followed, he flew incessantly, flying upward without stop.

When tired, he lay on the leaves to rest; when thirsty, he drank the Spirit Liquid in the leaf veins.

Having flown continuously for a month like this, he flew out of the clouds, out of the planet, and arrived in the vast starry sky.

Once here, the area around the trunk looked as if it had been carved away by a blade, leaving only a bare, lonely trunk extending into the void.

Flying up along the trunk for another two or three days, he finally reached the top of the great tree. To be precise, it was near the crown, because the tree had been cut in half by a sword, and the crown above had long since vanished.

The place where it was cut was smooth and flat, with an area of fully over ten mu.

What kind of person could swing such a sword?

Amidst his shock, Zhang Xingyu's feet finally landed on the cross-section.

In the center of his vision, in the middle of the cross-section, an old man in white robes stood holding a sword.

He was tall and thin, with a gaunt face, high cheekbones, and two feet of white beard hanging down to his chest.

He kept his eyes closed, motionless, like an ancient statue weathered by time.

Perhaps sensing someone approaching, the old man's tightly closed eyes slowly cracked open a sliver.

A sudden gale rose on the cross-section, and a biting killing intent rushed toward him.

Zhang Xingyu had no time to think; he reached out and summoned the Fire Dragon into his hand.

"Fire Dragon, Execute Immortal!"

Facing the rolling killing intent, the Fire Dragon transformed into light and flew out.

"Boom!"

A moment later, the Fire Dragon flew back in reverse. Zhang Xingyu reached out to grasp it, and the next moment, his heart ached so much he could barely breathe.

The blade of the Fire Dragon was like a jagged saw, and the spine of the sword was covered in scars. Without hundreds of years of nourishment, wanting to restore the Fire Dragon would be difficult!

However, before Zhang Xingyu could put the Fire Dragon away, the old man's eyelids opened another sliver.

Immediately following, rolling killing intent struck again.

Without time to think, Zhang Xingyu shouted, "Green Dragon, Trap Immortal!"

The Green Dragon flew out.

A moment later, it let out a mournful cry and shot back.

Zhang Xingyu's heart was aching.

But before he could summon the Yellow Dragon, the old man's eyelids opened another sliver.

"Oh my god. Yellow Dragon, Confine Immortal!"

Although the Fire Dragon and Green Dragon were both heavily damaged, Zhang Xingyu still had to summon the Yellow Dragon.

With a chaotic clatter, the Yellow Dragon returned with a mournful cry.

Yet, the next moment, the old man's eyelids opened even wider.