Chapter 649

After the benefits here were taken by the master and disciple, mist swirled ahead, treasure light surged to the heavens, glowing brilliantly; above a spacious stone chamber stood a stone table, upon which rested a precious vase, flowing with auspicious radiance and exuding vigorous life energy.

Inside the vase, a bouquet of flowers was inserted, fresh and dewy, as if carved from jade.

The flowers were utterly ordinary, but the vase itself was quite precious, comparable to a supreme-grade magic treasure.

Fang Yu did not touch the vase; instead, he reached out with a giant hand and seized a meditation cushion.

The cushion was woven from supple young tree branches, glowing emerald green like jade at its core, radiating peaceful energy—appearing incredibly soft, yet weighing a hundred thousand jin, creating a stark contrast with its size.

But when Fang Yu channeled Daoist Gang Qi from the Green Emperor's Wood Sovereign Art into the cushion, strange landscapes instantly appeared upon it.

There stood a colossal divine tree, growing between heaven and earth, its height unseen, as if directly connecting the mortal realm to a higher plane.

Merely by stirring slightly, this divine tree could draw in Xu Yuan Qi from countless alternate dimensions.

No matter how powerful a cultivator, before this divine tree they appeared utterly insignificant.

"This cushion was woven from Kunmu of this world, and Kunmu is equivalent to the World Tree of the Eternal Life Realm…"

Fang Yu examined the cushion in his hand—it came from Kunmu, a divine tree of legend, called the Sky-Piercing Tree, piercing the heavens, unparalleled. It was said this tree could communicate with the Divine Realm, draw near the origin of the Dao, offering boundless benefits for cultivation, a priceless treasure.

But like the World Tree of the Eternal Life Realm, it was felled in ancient times, and since then none remained in heaven or earth.

Of course, perhaps a leaf or two of it still lingered on some of the world's oldest Shenshan; all else could only be seen in ancient texts.

Yet in the lair of the Peng, Fang Yu encountered a meditation cushion woven from young Kunmu branches; though washed by the long river of time, its divine nature had not been entirely worn away, capable of calming the mind and focusing the spirit, aiding in Dao comprehension.

Fang Yu did not need this cushion to comprehend the Dao, but he was deeply intrigued by Kunmu—or any World Tree.

So Fang Yu took possession of this Kunmu cushion; it might prove useful later.

Moving forward, they arrived at another location.

"The Forging Ground!"

This was where the Peng forged its magic treasures.

Ahead, light rained down, spiritual energy thick beyond belief; additionally, there was a cold spring, within which several divine lights darted like fish.

They were sword embryos, Exalted Linglong Tower, and other crude forms left over from ancient times, still unrefined.

Though unrefined, they had all gained sentience—they were magic treasures passed down from the ancient era.

For instance, the sword embryo in the cold spring was forged from Dragonbone Iron, a legendary saint-grade material formed from the remains of true dragons fallen into iron ore, hailed as supreme-grade ore—adding even a small piece to a weapon could transform it into a supreme treasure.

Such treasures, if brought to the outside world, would not only draw the attention of Wang Hou—even Zunzhe would act.

Moreover, after eons of refinement, these items possessed immense sentience; once fully formed, they would become peerless magical artifacts.

Xiao Bu Dian tried to claim these treasures, but the cold spring radiated divine power—he could not obtain them.

Fang Yu acted, simply waving his hand; five-colored divine light flowed forth, and the so-called divine power crumbled before his five-colored divine light.

With a single sweep, all the treasures were swept into the five-colored divine light and became Fang Yu's.

One sword embryo, forged from Dragonbone Iron.

One treasure tower, giving off an aura of Chaos Tower—in fact, it truly bore some relation to Chaos, forged from Chaos Soil, even more precious than the sword embryo, exceedingly rare in the world.

Chaos Soil, though called "soil," was unquestionably a saintly substance, unbreakable, with ancient Chaos-era runes imprinted within.

Just the Chaos runes alone were enough to drive one mad—truly an excellent treasure.

This tower had even developed sentience, capable of moving autonomously—but before Fang Yu's five-colored divine light, it could not escape.

Once this tower fell into Fang Yu's hands, a slight refinement upon his return would transform it into a lower-grade Dao artifact.

Fang Yu had little interest in supreme-grade magic treasures, but he was somewhat intrigued by items capable of ascending to lower-grade Dao artifacts.

Lower-grade Dao artifacts possessed spirit cores, capable of cultivating myriad divine arts; for Fang Yu, the more Dao artifacts he had, the better—just helping him refine his Five Elements Spirit Talismans would be a great feat.

At that moment, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed ahead, as if some being were recreating heaven and earth—Chaos energy even appeared.

Before them, the cavern glowed brilliantly; under Fang Yu's gaze, a grand hall opened.

It was a vast ancient hall, boundless in scale, its ceiling a misty river of stars, seemingly connected to the outer realms, its floor filled with swirling Chaos energy.

Within the ancient hall stood a lifelike Peng.

Xiao Bu Dian was stunned.

"Have we just encountered the Peng's divine art?"

This seemed too easy.