Chapter 707

The Ancient Treasure Realm.

Because the Ancient Treasure Realm has been sealed away for many years, its benefits have not been overexploited and are far stronger than those of the outside world.

At this moment, Fang Yu brought Shi Hao into the Ancient Treasure Realm, and Shi Hao brought his parents in as well.

Suddenly, the number of those traveling with them increased greatly.

Fang Yu paid no mind to this; his gaze turned to Liu Shen and deep into the Ancient Treasure Realm, where he saw majestic waterfalls, boundless Dahu, towering Dashan, towering ancient trees, and an abundance of spiritual energy.

With Fang Yu's divine sense, he could sweep across a million li in all directions; instantly, he saw the treasures hidden within this Ancient Treasure Realm—here, the spiritual energy was so dense in certain regions that it had liquefied into spiritual fluid.

For those lacking spiritual energy, this place was truly a blessed land.

Fang Yu moved forward and encountered native lifeforms: golden crows, radiant as the sun itself.

Before Fang Yu had cultivated the Great Five Elements Art, he would have tried to slay a few of these golden crows and refine them into his Red Emperor Fire Emperor Qi, but now that he had fully perfected it, and these golden crows were only at the Sovereign realm, he had no interest in making a move or sealing them.

His gaze turned further away, where countless lifeforms filled the sky—over one hundred thousand in total—all glowing brightly like torches, their presence overwhelming and astonishing.

These were fire crows, avian creatures of flame, spewing fire, their feathers brilliant as they flew across the heavens, burning with divine radiance.

One hundred thousand fire crows would terrify ordinary Sovereigns in the Ancient Treasure Realm, forcing them to avoid the area—but to Fang Yu, this was child's play; in the Five Elements Region, he had seen far larger flocks, and refining one hundred thousand fire crows yielded spiritual essence equivalent to that of a weak Jin Dan.

"Damn, even the Perfect World has similar treasure lands—too bad I came at the wrong time."

Fang Yu gazed at the hundred thousand fire crows; with a single strike, he could obliterate them all in a thousandth of a breath, but such trivial things—even a hundred thousand combined—could only forge one Top-Grade item, holding no real value.

"This place is terrifying—so dangerous!"

Shi Ziling spoke in shock; both the distant Sovereigns and the hundred thousand fire crows left him stunned.

At his current realm, facing these creatures would mean certain, irreversible death.

"Be careful in seeking your opportunities. This is a treasure land."

As Fang Yu spoke, his gaze turned to Liu Shen. "Liu Shen, I plan to venture deeper into the Ancient Treasure Realm—will you come with me?"

Liu Shen did not answer immediately; countless halos radiated from her body—three thousand halos, like three thousand miniature worlds, all glowing together. After a moment, her voice sounded.

"I sense a door. I wish to enter that door."

"A door?"

Fang Yu's expression shifted.

The door Liu Shen spoke of could not be the Yongshengzhi Sect—it must be the Primordial Door of this world.

Legend says the Primordial Door was born alongside Chaos before Heaven and Earth were split; each appearance triggers massive wars, yet strangely, no cultivator who has ever entered the Primordial Door has returned alive—only blood has flowed out.

With his current strength, even though he has reached the 10th Stage of Divine Abilities, Realm of Life, he has no interest in the Primordial Door—unless his cultivation base reaches a higher realm within the Longevity Secret Realm would he even consider seeking it.

Otherwise, even if he encountered it, it would be a dead end.

"Then let us part for now. Take care, Liu Shen."

Their paths diverged for now, so Fang Yu and Liu Shen separated.

The Ancient Treasure Realm is vast and holds many treasures; for Shi Hao, Shi Ziling, and others, one such treasure is the Earth-Fire Fluid.

In one location, liquid gushed everywhere—mostly magma, with several forming spring pools, emitting powerful spiritual essence: Earth-Fire Fluid.

This is a fiery spiritual fluid, usually hidden within magma, extremely difficult to extract—but here, eight spiritual pools had gathered.

"Excellent! Excellent! Though not top-tier divine fluid, the quantity is immense—Hao, look at that one—it's nearly become a crimson little lake. Quickly collect it!"

Qin Yining was born into the Qin Zu of the Everlasting Mountain, but the Everlasting Mountain's resources were never allocated to her; in fact, after her lineage lost the battle in the Upper Realm, the resources of the Lower Realm Everlasting Mountain had nothing to do with her.

Now seeing eight pools of Earth-Fire Fluid, Qin Yining was overjoyed and hurried to collect the spiritual fluid.

"Mother, actually, Master has already granted me supreme cultivation treasures…"

Shi Hao felt slightly embarrassed, for Earth-Fire Fluid, drawn from volcanic magma, was nothing compared to Pure Yang Pills.

A single Pure Yang Pill contained far greater Pure Yang power than all eight pools of Earth-Fire Fluid combined—but Shi Hao knew that if such a thing was found, it must not be wasted; as he spoke, he collected the Earth-Fire Fluid into a small bowl.

"Don't rush—there's far more ahead."

Fang Yu smiled, waved his hand, and several black holes appeared before him, instantly engulfing dozens of li; all the Earth-Fire Fluid was sucked in without restraint, pouring into the black holes.

Spiritual energy liquefied, then solidified; countless Earth-Fire Fluids became several small fireballs, each radiating immense spiritual power visible to all.

Fang Yu casually gifted these small fireballs to his disciple; for a being of his realm, such spiritual fluid was no longer considered spiritual energy.

Think about it: spiritual matter condensed from magma into Earth-Fire Fluid—is this truly a spiritual substance? Even impurities within the magma had entered the Earth-Fire Fluid.

But when Fang Yu refined the Earth-Fire Fluid with his Great Devouring Art, he simultaneously purified those impurities.

There was no point wasting time on these so-called Earth-Fire Fluids now, for farther ahead lay a sea of magma, where divine light flowed, revealing a magnificent scene: an ancient tree, towering to heaven and earth, rooted in the sea, its entire body golden, its leaves bearing sun, moon, and stars, and atop it, a grand palace radiating eternal glory.

"This is the true opportunity!"

A golden ancient tree, its leaves bearing sun, moon, and stars—this resembled the World Tree.

The Eternal Life Realm has a World Tree, but that opportunity was seized by Fang Han, not Fang Yu; the Perfect World also has a World Tree, capable of nurturing a complete world.

In this world, there may be more than one World Tree; in the Upper Realm, peerless prodigies have obtained seedlings of the World Art, growing immensely powerful, and in the Lower Realm, this golden ancient tree before them is, in truth, also a World Tree.

"What is that?"

Shi Ziling's gaze turned toward it, his body trembling.

Though his strength was the lowest among them, he still had insight; memories of legends stirred. "Mythical Origin… relics reappearing?"

His voice shook.

Far away, magma formed a sea, crimson and magnificent; deep within this crimson ocean stood a golden treasure tree, encircled by sun, moon, and stars, its canopy crowned by a colossal palace—its sight mysterious and astonishing.

"Go."

Fang Yu stepped forward, and chaos energy appeared beneath his feet, shielding everyone as they walked across the sea of magma.

Though the temperature here was extremely high, it could not harm Fang Yu in the slightest.

"What? Someone has come here to seize the treasures of the Jin Wu Sea?"

"Damn it! We could never reach this place in past ages—how did they get here? Has heaven and earth changed?"

"Attack! Claim the opportunity—these treasures are ours!"

The moment Fang Yu and the others stepped onto this sea of lava, every cultivator living in this Primeval Treasure Realm felt immense shock, and one after another they roared as they rushed toward this place at top speed.

The first to arrive was actually a Five-Colored Deer, who had also cultivated to the realm of a Venerable. He had just stepped onto the lava atop his treasure artifact when the treasure he was controlling took damage, part of it melted away directly by the scarlet lava.

This was no ordinary lava; its temperature was terrifyingly high.

Even treasure artifacts refined by Venerables could not withstand it.

"Ah!"

This Five-Colored Deer Venerable let out a wretched scream, his very body about to be ground away by the lava. With a great roar, he hastily retreated.

Fortunately he had only just stepped into the lava and had not gone in too deep, so he could still retreat; otherwise he would have perished this time.

"Why, why can he enter, while I, a Venerable, am still unable to enter this sea of lava?"

This Five-Colored Deer Venerable was deeply unwilling, but he did not dare to step in again.

"Old Deer, come with me!"

A Silver Lion appeared, fierce and ferocious. After appearing, he offered up a bone and called for the Five-Colored Deer to ride together, breaking through the sea and departing.

This was a divine bone, surpassing ordinary magic treasures, so it was able to cross that sea of lava.

"The Sun Divine Tree has reappeared — this is my chance. Whoever blocks me shall be slain without mercy!"

The ground trembled, and another Venerable arrived.

It was an ancient tree, branches and leaves luxuriant, its roots long since pulled from the earth, walking upon the ground, its whole body a deep green, with some leaves stained with the color of blood.

The Iron Blood Ancient Tree!

This was a warlike species of ancient tree; once angered, every leaf on its body would turn blood-red, its slaughter cold and merciless, iron-blooded and terrifying.

This kind of tree was extremely rare, but once it succeeded in cultivating, it would be outrageously powerful, essentially invincible within the same realm.

Another ant appeared, a full zhang in size, gleaming with a purple-gold luster, brimming with a sense of power, mighty and cold.

The Purple-Gold Ant, a variant of the pure-blooded Golden Ant, possessed boundless strength. This ant had moreover cultivated to the realm of a Venerable; among Venerables it could be counted a standout, possessing the foundation to be invincible within the same realm.

By this time Fang Yu and the others had already arrived before the Golden Ancient Tree. It was rooted in the great sea of lava, not far away, yet it appeared to be only a chi in height.

"A chi tall?!"

Shi Ziling was shocked.

The Golden Ancient Tree before their eyes truly was only a chi tall, yet its aura remained astonishing. It was wreathed by a galaxy of stars; upon every leaf rested a star, and atop its crown stood an ancient hall a ba in height, breathing in and out the qi of Chaos.

"This is indeed the Golden Ancient Tree, but this place contains unfathomably profound spatial laws. If one steps inside, one will continuously shrink, until at last one is far, far smaller than this Golden Ancient Tree."

Fang Yu's divine sense flowed forth; he activated the Void Scripture and could indeed perceive certain spatial laws.

Such a sight, in the Eternal Life Realm, could only be set up by a giant who had cultivated to the third level of Longevity — the Grotto-Heaven realm. His current comprehension of spatial laws was only enough to let him hide within the void and shuttle through the void — a kind of utilization of spatial laws — but to thoroughly reshape spatial laws was still beyond him.

Fang Yu's gaze once more carefully measured the Golden Ancient Tree before him. He felt that, with his current strength, he still seemed unable to directly take this Golden Ancient Tree into the Chaos Tower. To swallow every opportunity in one bite would be extremely difficult; he still had to enter the Golden Ancient Tree and obtain the opportunity from within.

"Go!"

Fang Yu stepped forward, entering this spatial zone. The further he advanced, the smaller he became. By the time he drew near the Golden Ancient Tree, to observers outside he had become a single speck of dust.