Chapter 430: The Adventures of Enlightenment and the Tea Tree
The Enlightenment Tea Tree is the most special of all elixirs.
Unlike other elixirs that were transformed from the death of the Immortal King, this is the true spiritual root of heaven and earth, so ancient that no one knows it.
In that distant Emperor's Fall era, the tea tree with complete enlightenment ranked among the top three in the ranking of spiritual roots in the world. Even the immortal king would have some insights when drinking tea, which shows how heaven-defying its effectiveness is.
Unfortunately, someone got into trouble later and split a good elixir into two parts. The efficacy of the elixir was suddenly reduced, and it could only be effective on the Supreme Being.
One of them fell in a foreign land, and was later taken away by Emperor Huangtian and planted in heaven.
The other copy was at the burial place. Later, because he was dissatisfied that the kings of the burial place always cut down its tree body to make coffins, he ran away in anger and didn't know where he went.
Now it seems that it fell into the Immortal Realm, and then ended up here as the Immortal Realm was broken.
Feng Jinghong took one step forward, time and space flowed, and the next moment she was in front of the tree.
The fairy-level protective circle around the tea tree dimmed again as soon as it lit up, unable to even hinder him for a second.
"This old tree doesn't look good..."
At this time, the Wudao tea tree looked malnourished. Although it still had a hazy fairy spirit, it could not hide the depletion of vitality. The branches were drooping, and the leaves were obviously not yet mature, but they were all a bit yellow.
The moment Feng Jinghong was sensed, the wilted old tree suddenly became energetic, and a faint thought came out:
"help me!"
"How to save?"
"You have the breath of the newly born soil, just plant me in it." the old tea tree replied.
"The land of birth? Is this what you are talking about?" Feng Jinghong opened the divine ring, revealing the black immortal mountains.
"Yes, yes..." The old tea tree was very excited, like a traveler in the desert who saw the spring water and was extremely thirsty.
Before Feng Jinghong could take action, it cracked the soil and rose up from the ground, flew directly into the divine ring, and took root in the center of the Immortal Mountain.
Wow! The leaves of the tree were swaying and the essence was spraying out. The joy of the old tea tree turned into reality, and even Feng Jinghong felt its satisfaction.
"Say, how did you become like this?" Feng Jinghong asked curiously.
The old tea tree became more energetic and replied: "The soil in which I take root must be the ancestral veins formed when the world first opened, otherwise the spiritual source will not be enough to maintain my vitality!"
"Then you dare to run out of the burial ground?" Feng Jinghong was speechless.
The old tea tree shook, and his tone was a little aggrieved: "I don't want to leave either, but those Burial Kings bullied the tree too much, and each one took turns cutting down my trunk to make a coffin.
I am a tea tree, a tea tree! Not a coffin! They have made me unable to produce mature tea leaves for hundreds of thousands of years. This is unbearable!
My dignified third spiritual root is not supported by others wherever I go, so why should I accept the aura of those people?
The world is so big and there are so many sacred lands, I just have to find another habitat!
But who would have thought that the dark turmoil broke out, the fairyland was crippled, and I was locked up in a small world before I could find the sacred land I wanted..."
"Then it can't be so miserable, right? Since you were able to go from the burial ground to the Immortal Realm alone, cross-domain matters should not be difficult for you." Feng Jinghong said.
"Alas!" Old Tea Tree sighed: "Crossing the world barrier requires an extremely huge amount of energy, but my essence has basically been sucked dry by the last dark storm. Let alone crossing borders, I can hardly maintain my vitality.
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Feng Jinghong suddenly realized. Although the old tea tree was not very intelligent and even did such a thing as "running away from home", it was by no means a fool and must have considered the feasibility of the matter.
Unfortunately, I had bad luck. On the way to find a new home, I encountered a world-wide disaster, and I became an "orphan" who couldn't survive...
Looking at the miserable old tea trees, Feng Jinghong was secretly amused.
This old tea tree is really miserable. There are so many elixirs in the world, but I don’t know why those experts like to use its trunk to make coffins.
Although it is now free from those buried kings, endless years later, the Immortal Emperor still fell in love with it at a glance.
After two epochs, I still can’t get rid of the fate of being a coffin. No one has this opportunity...
"If you can't cross the border, what about the continent on the other side? There's Immortal Mountain there too, and it's not too far away. Why don't you go there?" Feng Jinghong asked.
"I get angry when I talk about this!" The old tea tree was so excited that its branches were trembling:
"These despicable guys, they used the immortal formation to trap me. No matter what, I must die in the immortal realm, and they will never allow me to fund foreign lands!
I'm not from the Immortal Realm to begin with, why do they ask me like this!
Over hundreds of thousands of years, they have harvested countless tea leaves from me, but in the end they treated me like this, which is too much!"
Feng Jinghong sighed, this is the bad nature of intelligent creatures, interests always come before right and wrong.
Although he now feels that what these people did is excessive, if it were him, he might make the same choice.
The Ancient Tea Tree of Enlightenment, a natural and earthly treasure, would rather be destroyed than allowed to fall into the hands of the enemy.
Feng Jinghong did not comment on this. He put away the divine ring and turned to look at another continent. Now it was time to go there to collect the remaining veins of the Immortal Mountain.
As a result, at this moment, streaks of escaping light fell from the sky and blocked him in front of him.
The leader is a supreme master, exuding immortal energy. He is a peerless master who has touched the fairyland.
"Who are you? Hand over my clan's fairy tree!" a human monk shouted.
Feng Jinghong said calmly: "The enlightened tea tree is not exclusive to any clan. It has its own will and came with me voluntarily. You have no reason to force me to stay."
The monk was about to curse, but was stopped by the leader, the Supreme.
It wasn't that this supreme being was polite, but that he saw the immortal formation that was forcibly stepped on by Feng Jinghong and prevented from erupting.
Although he couldn't see through Feng Jinghong's cultivation level, to be able to achieve this level, the other party was either a real master of immortality or possessing a peerless immortal weapon. He did not dare to provoke such a person at will, so he said politely:
"Fellow Taoist, the Immortal Tea Tree of Enlightenment has been owned by our clan since 130,000 years ago. It is indeed our clan's property. Please return it, Friend Taoist.
As a thank you gift, I can give fellow Taoist a volume of notes left by the ancestor of our clan, which records some of his insights when he broke through to the fairyland. I think it will be of some use to fellow Taoist!"
Feng Jinghong naturally saw through this simple test at a glance.
He was too lazy to waste time with a group of low-level monks, so he took a step forward and said, "Get out of the way!"
boom!
The terrifying aura rose, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the whole world was trembling, and the guardian fairy formation on the mountain was instantly broken into a sieve and completely destroyed.
Naturally, these monks could not withstand the majestic pressure of the quasi-immortal kings, and they fell to their knees, unable to raise their heads.
The leader, the Supreme Being, didn’t know that he had kicked an iron plate, and said in a trembling voice: "Exalted...Exalted Immortal, please spare my life..."
There was no response, and after a moment or a long time, the pressure dissipated.
The Supreme Lord raised his head cautiously, and Feng Jinghong's figure was no longer in sight. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his head and stood up.
"It's too dangerous. Fortunately, this person has a good temper..."
In this era, genocide is a normal thing. Feng Jinghong didn't hurt any of them, which made the Supreme Master call it a fluke.
"Clan leader, that fairy tree..."
"It's okay. We can't support the fairy tree for long if we leave it behind. It doesn't matter if it's gone, as long as it's not taken away by a foreign land."