Chapter 582: Wu Nest Sacred Bone

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This small world was lush with vegetation and abundant with spirit medicines. Surging tides carried immense innate vital energy, creating a truly primeval landscape.

“I finally understand why the archaic races were so powerful,” someone exclaimed. “The environment in which they lived was exactly like this—spirit energy was as abundant as water. They must have progressed at an incredible speed!”

“Trees like these, towering into the clouds, have been growing for tens of thousands of years without dying. In the outside world, they would have long since withered.”

Dongfang Ye and the others were astonished. This was a spirit realm identical to that of the archaic era, brimming with mysterious aura.

Within this world-within-a-world, various rare treasures and exotic phenomena were visible. However, one peculiar aspect was that ancient trees could not transform into humanoids, and exotic beasts could not undergo tribulation.

A mysterious array of patterns suppressed everything here. Incredibly powerful beast kings existed, but no ancient demonic beings in human form.

“This small world…” Ye Fan gazed, lost in thought. He felt completely relaxed, his pores opening, making it easy to enter a state of enlightenment.

The laws of the greater world outside had changed, making it unsuitable for the cultivation of the Saint Body, forcing him to progress against the natural order. This place, however, was different; it preserved all the rules and order of the archaic era, which resonated with his physical body.

“The immortal path is always auspicious. The demonic path is always ominous. High above, pure and beautiful. A mournful song echoes through the vast sky. I only wish to achieve the immortal path, not for the human path to decline.”

Ye Fan recited these words casually. After speaking, he himself was startled. This was a flash of instantaneous enlightenment; this small world had made his mind clear and serene, with the Dao realm accompanying him.

“This is truly a good place! Cultivating here for a year is worth decades of effort outside!” Duan De rubbed his hands, his eyes burning with desire, even contemplating taking possession of this small world.

“Unless an ancient saint arrives, no one can claim a small world like this,” the Old Blind Man regretfully shook his head.

“This is a puddle formed by accumulated spirit energy!” the Barbarian exclaimed in wonder.

Just ahead, there was a puddle, barely a meter square, enveloped in colorful mist. Vital energy surged from it, flowing like iridescent clouds and auspicious radiance, making it vibrant and serene.

It was formed from the liquefaction of heaven and earth essence. Beside the puddle were some source blocks that had transformed into translucent crystals, and many spirit medicines grew nearby.

“This is a mutated source! We’ve witnessed its evolution process!” Everyone was astonished and awestruck.

They then searched excitedly, hoping to find a Divine Source Puddle. Such a discovery would truly be an invaluable immortal burial, as Divine Source Liquid could allow a person to seal themselves off and exist eternally.

For everyone below the level of a Great Emperor, it was a way to indirectly achieve immortality. The royal families of the archaic era had survived in this manner.

“Divine Source Liquid!” Fatty Duan shrieked, instantly pouncing forward. Beneath a towering ancient tree, there was a small puddle, no bigger than a fist. Divine light surged from it, illuminating the entire ancient tree in a brilliant emerald green.

The others gathered around, marveling. After the archaic era had passed, Divine Source Liquid had long become a legend, virtually impossible to find.

“This could make one of your fists or two of your eyes immortal,” Ye Fan joked.

Fatty Duan chuckled continuously, taking out a small cauldron. He carefully sealed the Divine Source Liquid inside, applying eighty-one layers of intricate secret seals, fearing it might solidify instantly.

“Let’s keep looking; maybe we can find a Divine Source Lake,” Duan De said, unsatisfied and hoping for a greater harvest.

Unfortunately, they knew this was impossible. Even in the archaic era, Divine Source Liquid was extremely rare and sought after.

“Aooooh…”

In the distance, a roar echoed, shaking the magnificent landscape. Countless spirit trees shed their leaves wildly, their green foliage shimmering, and spirit medicines released fragrant mists as they swayed.

“Damn it, that’s… a dragon!” The Old Blind Man’s eyes rolled back in shock, his black pupils spinning, looking brighter than anyone else’s.

Eight or nine miles away, in that majestic mountain range, a dragon soared into the sky. It was over two hundred chi long, its green scales shimmering, its head held high, and its divine horns branched like a forest.

The Barbarian’s eyes blazed. “I once ate a wild dragon that people said was just a flood dragon,” he said. “Could I really be lucky enough to see a true dragon today?!”

An old monk and two supreme powerful beings were trying to subdue the dragon. Their combined efforts against it were merely a stalemate; the battle was incredibly fierce.

“That’s a Flood Dragon,” the Old Blind Man finally confirmed. “It has already attained the status of an Ancient Beast King and is even close to breaking through. It’s truly powerful, overpowering three peak human experts.”

On the other side of the sky, flames raged. A Fusang tree, towering into the heavens, bore a black nest on top, from which flames billowed.

A three-legged Golden Crow streaked across the sky, engaging in battle with two Imperial Sovereigns. Its golden bird body seemed forged from gold, and its divine flames threatened to collapse half the sky.

“Treasures are everywhere here…”

At this moment, the Old Blind Man’s eyes were sharper than anyone else’s, emitting two green beams of light like a wolf’s, piercing through to the black nest on the Fusang tree.

“There are three eggs inside,” he said. “Though they aren’t true Golden Crows, if properly nurtured, they would become incomparably powerful divine birds.”

He asked Duan De to borrow Star River, the only magical artifact left by King Star River during his lifetime, hoping to steal a Golden Crow egg and raise it into a bird king for use as a mount.

It was clear that once such a Golden Crow matured, it would be even more powerful than a Saint Lord, immensely valuable, and no one could resist being tempted.

However, attempting to steal an egg now was akin to pulling chestnuts from the fire, risking their lives at any moment.

“Are you going to lend it or not?” the Old Blind Man rolled his eyes.

“The one borrowing the treasure is acting like the boss now! Listen, old coot, I don’t care if you die, but you must return my ‘Star River.’ Don’t lose it,” Duan De reluctantly lent it to him.

“Whoosh!”

Star River swept across the sky like a celestial river, instantly spreading out and carrying everyone towards the Fusang tree, following it as it flew.

“Old charlatan, you brought us along too!”

“Everyone, please lend a hand. It’s hard for me to approach that ancient tree alone,” the Old Blind Man apologized.

Everyone groaned in exasperation.

Everyone wanted to kick him, but they had already flown high into the sky and, in a blink, were enveloped by the ancient tree’s branches and leaves. It was too late to retreat.

This ancient Fusang tree was half a mountain higher than the surrounding peaks, soaring into the sky. Its entire body was pale gold, and infinite flames burned around it.

“This ancient tree is a rare treasure in itself! It can be refined into a fire-element divine artifact!” Duan De drooled.

“This isn’t a true Fusang Divine Tree; it’s a similar Fire Tree King. Legend has it that the true Fusang Wood is in the Immortal Realm, home to immortal ancient Golden Crows, leaving even immortals helpless,” the Old Blind Man said.

The Fire Tree King’s pale golden leaves rustled loudly, its flames billowing and intensely hot. They all had to activate their divine abilities just to resist.

Inside the black nest were three golden eggs. They weren’t particularly huge, only about the size of a human head, but they emanated powerful divine energy fluctuations.

Each egg was like a golden fireball, terrifyingly hot; even from a distance, one felt a burning sensation all over.

“I will only take one divine egg, ensuring this rare divine bird’s bloodline continues,” the Old Blind Man chanted, feigning an air of compassion.

“He’s clearly an egg thief, yet he acts like this!” the Barbarian scoffed. He had originally wanted to take a divine egg himself, but now he felt embarrassed.

“Wait, there’s a supreme treasure in this black nest!” Duan De cried out as soon as they approached. The others also felt an unusual aura.

Sacred, peaceful, and vast, a pure source power flowed, making the entire black nest clear and unusually peculiar.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak…” The spiritual mouse in Duan De’s sleeve squeaked incessantly. It was a descendant of a treasure-hunting rat. Although its bloodline was thin and it couldn’t fully communicate with spirits, it could still sense things within such close proximity.

They landed on the black nest, almost stumbling to the ground. A vast and mighty power surged, making them tremble uncontrollably.

“A divine artifact!”

The group finally discovered the anomaly: at the center of the black nest, beneath the three golden eggs, lay an extremely ancient bone, radiating a faint golden light.

“A Saint’s bone!”

“An immortal Saint bone!”

“This is… a Saint bone left behind after self-transformation into Dao!”

They all cried out in surprise.

Even when ancient saints died, their flesh and blood would endure immortally. However, some saints chose not to leave behind their physical forms and would dissolve themselves.

But occasionally, one or two of their hardest bones would remain—parts that were the strongest during their lives and could not be obliterated even during their dissolution into Dao, thus persisting eternally.

“This is an arm bone left behind by a saint after dissolving into Dao! It’s an invaluable divine object; if refined into a weapon, its power would be unimaginable!”

They were all tempted and simultaneously reached out. Even Jue Youqing, typically so ethereal and detached, couldn't help but wave his Bodhi branch, its green leaves shimmering.

However, no one was faster than Ye Fan, for he possessed the ‘Movement’ secret technique. He instantly seized the bone, and at that moment, his entire body trembled violently. The Saint bone contained supreme power, causing his mind and spirit to quiver.

“Brother Ye, please give me this Saint bone. Consider it a life I owe you!” the Barbarian solemnly requested.

Duan De and the Old Blind Man also clamored, willing to exchange any treasures, such as Star River, tortoise shells, divine king weapons, and even hundreds of thousands to millions of jins of source stones, without hesitation.

“This Saint bone is too important to me…” Dongfang Ye solemnly pleaded, explaining his situation.

He came from a primeval barbaric forest in Central State. The wolf-tooth club he wielded was originally a supreme divine artifact, but unfortunately, it was heavily damaged after a world-shaking battle in the ancient era. To repair it, a divine object like a Saint bone needed to be refined into it.

“Don’t tell me this wolf-tooth club was originally a Saint’s Life Weapon…” Duan De and the others were greatly surprised.

The Barbarian did not respond but looked at Ye Fan and said, “Later, I will help you seize the ancient scripture. I already possess an ancient heavenly technique and don’t need any other methods.”

Ye Fan thought for a moment. He possessed the Myriad Things Mother Qi Cauldron. Although the sole Saint bone left behind by the ancient saint after dissolving into Dao was powerful and an invaluable divine object, it couldn’t compare to his cauldron and was not of much use to him.

Immediately, he handed the Saint bone directly to the Barbarian, knowing that he would undoubtedly gain a powerful ally in the future.

The Barbarian was incredibly excited. “In the future, once I engrave the Saint’s laws onto it, this wolf-tooth club will be completely restored!”

The Old Blind Man and Duan De’s eyes were burning with desire, but they still maintained some decorum, not resorting to infighting or trying to snatch it.

“Don’t be disappointed; I’ll give you a Golden Crow egg,” Ye Fan said with a smile, handing the Old Blind Man a scorching hot golden divine egg.

“I was going to take this anyway…” the Old Blind Man rolled his eyes.

“Hey, there’s a green copper piece here,” the Barbarian said, squatting down and retrieving a corroded copper piece from a crack in the black nest beneath his feet. It was covered in mottled green rust, its age unknown.

On the green copper piece, the rust could not conceal the densely packed etchings. It was covered with tiny characters, like a celestial book, and actually exuded a flowing Dao rhythm.

“Brother Ye, have a look,” the Barbarian handed it to Ye Fan.