Chapter 1448: Chapter 895: Message from Above the Upper Heaven_2

The reason the Ten Crown King meditated in seclusion above was because he combined the experiences of Ye Fan, the Willow God, Wushi, the Cruel Man, and others to summarize a shortcut tailored to himself.

Born with unparalleled talent, he had already come into existence at the dawn of this era, an ancient prodigy. Even without relying on the World Tree, there were scarcely any peers in the world who could compare. However, the Ten Crown King understood in his heart that at present, the World Tree Sapling in the Sea of Consciousness between his brows was his greatest reliance. If he wished to step into the Emperor Realm, he would still need to focus his efforts on it.

When this World Tree Sapling in the center of his brow matured, it would likely be the day he ascended into the Emperor Realm. By comprehending the Dao Rhythms of the World Tree in the village, he could accelerate the growth of the sapling in the Sea of Consciousness.

At this moment, the sapling in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly glowed. Its golden brilliance bathed everything, radiant mists rising forth and dense clouds swirling, making him appear increasingly divine and extraordinary.

The next moment.

A power beyond words quietly surged from within him, eventually gathering deep in his brow. The vibrant green object looked like the dawn of a newborn morning, seeming to grow robust in the blink of an eye.

This was no illusion. The Ten Crown King had truly grasped certain profound mysteries, accelerating the growth of the World Tree Sapling in his Sea of Consciousness.

Though its roots had yet to touch solid ground, they seemed to be drawing from some mysterious force in the void, making it flourish with life.

Each leaf of the sapling was crystal-clear, resembling the purest jade, its veins visible and distinct.

Faintly, the patterns seemed to imprint the cycles of life, decay, and rebirth of all things in the Universe…

Cycling endlessly, perpetuating eternity.

Jiang Hui retracted his gaze, not paying excessive attention to the Ten Crown King.

It was apparent that the path before the Ten Crown King was correct, and there was no need for intervention.

Moreover, the Emperor Realm differed from the King’s Domain; even if Jiang Hui wished to interfere, there wasn’t much he could do.

After all, why would he stop his followers from all becoming Emperors? That would be an unfathomable loss of white, shining experience points!

An Emperor, even a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, could provide an enormous amount of experience–not something an Immortal King could compare to.

The figures beneath the World Tree were not limited to the Ten Crown King alone.

Besides Little Black and the True Dragon, who moved here early on, this place was long since the most bustling area in the entire village, even outshining the central plaza.

The cracks of the World Tree’s trunk were already home to a proliferation of immortal birds and divine beasts, among which were even some at the Ten Evil level.

If not for these beings’ ancient origins and their role in building the Lin Family brick by brick with a profound legacy, the village’s daily gathering spot might have been moved here,

since cultivating under the World Tree not only allowed one to absorb rich nature’s spiritual energy but also significantly enhanced understanding and acceleration of Taoist comprehension.

In addition, some mischievous children fresh from their medicine bath would frequent this place during their leisure time.

They would call to each other, arms draped over shoulders.

Having just reached the Blood Movement Realm, they focused on vitality, strength, and intensity, far from the time to comprehend the Great Taoist.

Their reason for gathering here was that being under the World Tree substantially alleviated the muscle-tearing pain from the medicine bath.

However, once a group of mischievous children gathered, trouble inevitably ensued.

These children, their ruddy little faces glistening with sweat, ran joyfully around the World Tree with unbounded excitement.

Too young to understand much, they always seemed to find a distinct kind of joy here.

The thick roots of the tree protruded from the ground, intricately knotted like a Horned Dragon slithering through the earth–an excellent spot for hiding and seeking.

After their chaotic games, they would gather back-to-back, sitting together.

“Haha, I feel like I’ve gotten stronger!” a boy cried, waving his tiny fists excitedly.

“Yeah, me too! I think I can punch a cow to death with one blow!” another child said, not to be outdone, miming a punch as innocence radiated from his face.

Jiang Hui smiled knowingly.

For these children, the World Tree was more than just a place to alleviate medicine bath discomfort–it was a divine and sacred landmark.

Here, amidst their laughter and games, they subtly absorbed the Dao Rhythms of the tree, laying a solid foundation for their future cultivation journey.

Epochs had passed, so many of the elders from the Native Tribe who originally joined Liu Village had long returned to dust. However, with generation after generation rising to the fore, Liu Village only grew stronger,

buoyed by the vitality of its ever-replenished new blood.

Year 29 of the Immortal Calendar.

The Immortal Domain thrived; the four seas prospered.

Throughout the Immortal Domain, spring blossoms and melodies filled the air, its vitality akin to the golden age of a mortal dynasty–a world of feasts and flourishing flowers.

This year, Liu Village once again expanded its influence.

The primary catalyst was Gu Chen stepping into the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm, after which Jiang Hui granted him permission to establish his private dominion and subjects.

After much deliberation, Gu Chen ultimately chose a location beside the Cosmic Grave.

This place, once a desolate wasteland outside the Immortal Domain, had become a silent resting ground for cosmic stars through countless eons of evolution.

The lifespan of stars, though spanning millions of years, inevitably comes to an end.

When their energy is exhausted, they burn out, their remnants collapsing and falling here amidst the heavens.

Over time,

this place transformed into the final resting ground for all stars.

Looking around,

the landscape was scattered with the colossal remains of celestial bodies, an environment utterly barren and bleak, where rivers of dark blood surged like great torrents.

In this bleak burial ground,

bones, black as ink, burned with sinister black flames, cold enough to pierce one’s soul.

This was the blood and bones of the Dark Kings,

fallen from the stars after succumbing to the crushing forces of gravity,

their posthumous phenomenon a manifestation of their corruption by darkness, granting neither divine light nor celestial lamentations upon death.

What followed instead was ultimate destruction, their blood and bones reduced to ash, scattered to nihility.

Like the Borderlands, the Cosmic Grave was also one of the most vulnerable locations at the Domain Barrier of the Immortal Domain.

Here, invasions from external foes were likeliest–though peace currently reigned, free of Dark Being incursions.

But better safe than sorry.

Gu Chen, aligning himself with Liu Dao, safeguarded this place as though holding up the heavens.

The Ten Crown King, Banished Immortal, and others, envious of his choice, plunged themselves into prolonged seclusion once more.

Proximity yields the advantage.

Before Ye Fan, the Cruel Man, and Wushi departed, they had been consulted multiple times, as had the Willow God.

Even though moving from the King’s Domain to the Emperor Realm meant that others’ experiences might only help to a limited degree,

there were still commonalities in Emperor Realm Dao comprehension.

By distilling the gathered wisdom and extrapolating upon it, the two caught a glimpse of the true essence of the Emperor Realm!

Tu Wa Zi had tried emulating their approach, but after a millennium of seclusion, he gave up completely.

He gained nothing from it, and forced cultivation only made his restlessness worsen.

He knew himself well enough.

For someone of his talent, attaining the Immortal King’s realm was already a remarkable feat; pushing for what was beyond his reach could only invite crises like Heart Demons.

Understanding this, Tu Wa Zi quickly relaxed, content with his days spent happily alongside the War Goddess.

His disposition leaned toward acceptance; Tu Wa Zi never forced anything, knowing it was futile to do so.

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The Boundary Sea!

Although several Dark Quasi-Celestial Emperors hidden in the Boundary Sea had been eradicated, it remained as pitch-black and boundless as ever, seemingly untouched since the dawn of time.

Now, at the furthest depths of the Boundary Sea, in that ultimate ancient land.

The scene grew increasingly desolate–fallen halls and collapsed buildings filled the area, akin to ruins. Stone and rubble lay scattered. The barren ground churned with black mist, rolling in waves and layers. Occasionally, glimpses of unidentified heaps of bones could be seen piled up here.

Countless epochs had passed, yet these bones still exuded a mysterious divinity. Some were even veiled in golden radiance, Dao Rhythms flowing across their surface.

These remains obviously could not belong to ordinary beings. Anyone who had ventured this far had to be, at minimum, an Immortal King.

Among the remains was a skull ablaze with searing azure flames, its fleshy exterior intact, as if a moment away from revival.

This was the corpse of a Supreme Giant.