"The river flows east..." Feng Jinghong hummed a cheerful ditty and rushed back to her new territory.
"Your Highness seems very happy?" Yancai asked curiously.
"Of course."
"Because of that wonderful immortal tree?"
"Of course!" Feng Jinghong nodded.
"Your Highness, it is disabled!" Yancai reminded.
"I know, just fix it and it'll be fine."
"Your Highness, I know you like it, but it's really not cost-effective to spend so much time and resources repairing a defective tree..." Yancai advised.
"Yancai, have you forgotten something?"
"Um?"
Feng Jinghong looked at her puzzled eyes and took out a colorful twig.
"This is..." Yancai suddenly remembered something and her eyes widened.
"That's right!" Feng Jinghong nodded.
Back when he was looting Duan De in the Immortal World, he got a branch of the Immortal Tree. Because it was severely damaged and could not be used normally, he kept soaking it in the sacred spring.
But now, the time has come for it to appear.
In the Human Emperor's Palace, Feng Jinghong flicked his sleeves, and his "treasure house" appeared.
The ancient tea tree of Wu Dao is still auspicious and colorful. The Phoenix elixir and the Kirin elixir complement each other. The mysterious vine has taken out seven leaves and wrapped around the two magical elixirs.
The encounter of the Emperor's Prince in the original plot tells us: treasures must be carried with you! Anywhere else is risky.
There are always some thieves in this world that cannot be measured by common sense. Maybe one day when you go out for a visit, you will find that your home has been stolen when you come back, and you won’t even be left with your underwear...
Feng Jinghong took out two incomplete immortal trees, refined them with Tao fire, took out piles of innate materials, and fused them with the essence of the five elements to improve their quality.
From time to time, one or two leaves of the tree of enlightenment and the elixir of life are added to it to increase its divinity, and a divine spring is used to replenish its energy.
In short, it’s as luxurious as it gets!
Finally, three full months later, he finally restored the immortal tree completely.
To be precise, it takes it to a higher level and makes it completely perfect.
The small tree is not tall, only one foot long. It looks like branches made of beautiful jade, with flowing colorful lights, full of vitality, and exuding panic and holy power.
There are seven branches in total, each with a different color, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and each branch has seven colorful leaves on it. The precious light flashes in a variety of colors, dazzling Feng Jinghong's eyes.
"It is said that the Immortal Tree is invulnerable to all things and brushes against everything. I don't know if it is true. I have to find a rough-skinned person to try it..." Feng Jinghong said to herself.
"Zhenshen!"
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After some detailed experiments, Feng Jinghong fully understood the power of this treasure, and it was more magical and powerful than he expected.
The Immortal Tree can produce seven single colors of light, as well as seven-color divine light.
Each single color of light corresponds to a unique magical power.
Red light restrains, orange light confuses, golden light is sharp, green light destroys evil, blue light controls space, blue light absorbs souls, and purple light governs luck.
The seven are united into one, capable of defeating nothing and defeating all laws!
"This should be considered the most powerful holy weapon..." Feng Jinghong was very satisfied with this treasure.
After this period of investigation, Feng Jinghong had a pretty good understanding of Ziwei's large and small forces. There were two things that interested him very much.
One is the Bajing Palace where Yin Tiande lives. This is the inheritance left by Laozi. There may be a complete "Tao Te Ching" and number secrets. But there should be a complete quasi-emperor magic circle here, which is difficult to break into.
The other is the Kunpeng's Nest located at the extreme of the North Sea. Ziwei has always had a legend that there is a Kunpeng ancestor in the North Sea, who is a great saint.
But no one has actually seen it. In the original plot, this mysterious existence never showed its face from beginning to end.
Feng Jinghong wanted to go to Beihai to have a look. He was very interested in the Kunpeng race. Looking at the entire Zhetian world, there was no trace of this species except Ziwei. It was as rare as his lineage.
The only real fairy bloodline in the world of Zhetian is the immortal phoenix. There are only three of them in total, and they are all dead.
There are quite a few bloodlines of other divine beasts, such as the Kirin bloodline from the Fire Lin Cave, the Purple Dragon bloodline from the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, the Golden Crow bloodline from the Huosang Star, etc. Although they are not pure blood, at least they are of sufficient quantity, so there is no need to worry about inheritance.
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Kunpeng is even worse. It may be the only one left in the universe. Feng Jinghong doesn't want it to become extinct. Even if it only has a thin bloodline, he still wants it to be passed down.
They are all races that have fought bloody battles for this piece of heaven and earth since the Immortal Era. It would be too chilling to die like this.
"To the leader, I have your invitation!" Just as Feng Jinghong was thinking, someone came to report.
After he captured the Taiyin Sect, he did not immediately change the name of the sect. He had a plan, but it still needed some preparation, so he asked the disciples to temporarily call him the leader.
"Oh?" Feng Jinghong became interested. The ancestral kings would not do this, so it could only be Ziwei's local forces.
Ever since the ancestor kings showed their might, all the surviving forces have been hiding like quails, for fear of being noticed by these demon stars. Unexpectedly, someone dared to show up now.
He took the invitation and saw that it was the Black Dragon Ancestor of Beihai Dragon Palace whose 3,700th birthday was coming soon, and he invited heroes from all over the world to attend.
"Ancestor Black Dragon..."
Feng Jinghong had heard of the name of this old dragon. He was famous in Ziwei Star and his strength was unfathomable. He was most likely a great king.
"Who else did he invite?" Feng Jinghong asked.
That disciple was also smart and immediately understood what Feng Jinghong meant:
"Master Bing, all the ancestors and kings have received the invitations!"
"Haha, you are quite courageous!" Feng Jinghong said with a smile.
He guessed that the recent lack of movement by the ancestor kings had calmed down the other forces that had not been attacked, and wanted to take this opportunity to test the attitude of the ancestor kings.
As for the birthday banquet, it was just a random excuse.
I looked at the time on the invitation and saw that there was still one month left.
"It's just in time!" Feng Jinghong said to herself.
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Taiqing Holy Land is located in a vast mountain range. There are basically no forces nearby. It is very quiet, which is in line with Laozi's thought of tranquility and inaction.
The ancestor king also came here a few days ago and fought hard, but in the end he failed to break into the Eight Views Palace inside. The purple Taoist temple was guarded by the quasi-emperor formation, and the ancestor king was frightened away.
Feng Jinghong followed the opening made by the ancestor king and entered the holy realm. Inside, the Taoism was misty and the purple air was dense. It was indeed a sacred land suitable for cultivating Taoism.
Feng Jinghong walked briskly and came straight to the Eight Views Palace.
"Who are you? What is your purpose here?"
A young man wearing a purple gold Taoist robe shouted. Although his tone was harsh, he carefully hid among the protective formations of the Bajing Palace. It was obvious that he had been frightened by the ancestor king before.
"Feng Jinghong, an ancient tribe, came to visit the Lord of the Eight Views Palace!" Feng Jinghong said calmly.
"Gu Gu Gu Gu, Gu clan?!" The young man's face turned pale with fright.
"My eldest brother is in seclusion and it is not convenient to see visitors..." the young man said bravely.
His name is Yin Tianzhi, and he is the younger brother of Yin Tiande. Usually, relying on Yin Tiande's support, he is so crazy that he doesn't take the world seriously. But now, he is frightened by Feng Jinghong's words and can't even speak.
Feng Jinghong smiled and said: "In that case, then I will visit it myself!"