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After a while, Bai Xi angrily jumped out from the ice layer. She stood on the ice block, gazing at the shattered realm of the Celestial Forest Demon Emperor, and cursed, "Damn it, can’t the ice fall in smaller chunks? Is the heavens blind? If this fell on the human realm, wouldn’t it crush someone to death?!"
Boom!
A massive iceberg descended, crashing down onto Bai Xi.
In the distance, a Demon Cultivator crawled out and happened to witness this scene. He shouted in terror, "Princess Bai Xi has been hit by the iceberg! Everyone, hurry and save her!"
At the edge of the iceberg, Bai Xi's fingers weakly struggled for a moment. From within the ice layer came a murmured voice, "Alright, I shouldn’t curse the heavens. You can drop as you please; I won’t say anything."
On the Heavenly Tree, Zhao Yang stood on a large branch, carefully observing whether there were any Heavenly Crystals left. However, Heavenly Crystals were too precious; after the ice layer fell completely, he saw no other Heavenly Crystals.
As the clouds parted and the mist cleared, Zhao Yang continued to ascend. The air had become extremely thin, almost unbreathable, yet Zhao Yang persisted, adjusting his breathing frequency as he aimed for higher altitudes. He refused to believe that according to his calculations, the tree's radius would decrease at certain intervals. If measured by one meter as a boundary, there must be an end. Although the cultivation realm could not be explained by scientific theories, mathematics still applied.
Zhao Yang traversed through the starry night sky and stood amidst the vastness of stars, gazing down at the earth below. He couldn’t help but sigh; once upon a time, humanity longed to gaze at the earth from the cosmic starry sky—everyone had a dream of flying. Now he found himself standing high above without any equipment, looking down at the world. A sense of melancholy washed over him as time slipped away unnoticed; day turned to night and night back to day. Finally, Zhao Yang reached the end of the Heavenly Tree. There was no air there, only endless cold and silence.
Zhao Yang floated quietly in this space. Fortunately, as a cultivator, he could create force without relying on any support point and fly freely. In this place, science could not explain his current state.
At the end of the Heavenly Tree, the sky stretched infinitely high with no end in sight. Although the trunk had shrunk to only seven or eight feet in radius, it still showed no signs of stopping. Zhao Yang paused because if he continued upward based on his calculations, he would not be able to return. Although he could now fast for months without food, he was still human; he needed to breathe and draw energy from his environment—he still required food and water.
Above him was an unbearable cold that felt like daggers piercing his cheeks, making him hesitant to take another step forward. At that moment, however, the Spirit Pearl in Zhao Yang's arms resonated because not far above him sat a baby shining like a star!
Zhao Yang was taken aback; he had traversed countless miles of starry sky to reach this place and thought there would be nothing but silence. Yet on the bare branch of the Heavenly Tree hung a serene-looking baby.
Upon closer observation, Zhao Yang was shocked again; within his Divine Sense, what was above him bore no signs of life—it was merely a Spiritual Fruit!
The fruit that resembled a baby instantly reminded Zhao Yang of the countless times he had heard about the Ginseng Fruit in his past life. It was said that the Ginseng Fruit looked like a baby meditating, serene in posture, and just smelling it could prolong one's life. Eating one could grant immortality, with some legends claiming it could allow one to live for forty-eight thousand years.
Though these were merely legends and not to be taken seriously, Zhao Yang couldn't help but think that such a fruit could not be an ordinary object, especially given its presence in such a high realm.
This was a fruit of the Heavenly Tree, and Zhao Yang wasn't sure what else to call it, so he decided to refer to it as Ginseng Fruit.
The Ginseng Fruit emitted a peaceful glow, showing no signs of alertness or movement. Generally speaking, ancient beings tend to develop spiritual awareness over time. The Ginseng Fruit, suspended above the frozen clouds, had yet to exhibit any signs of intelligence. This puzzled Zhao Yang; could it be that this fruit had only recently formed in the last few thousand years?
What kind of tree was the Heavenly Tree? Why was it so enormous? It was simply beyond comprehension. As Zhao Yang gazed down at the earth, he could see the same blue planet through the endless starry sky. If it weren't for his inability to breathe at that moment, he might have truly felt as if he had returned to Earth.
However, at this point, moving upward became increasingly difficult. The Crimson Gold Characters on his body fluctuated, slowly rotating around him. Under the starlight, they appeared a brilliant blue, dazzling and captivating. Zhao Yang struggled against this pressure; his body felt somewhat constricted as he barely managed to reach the side of the Ginseng Fruit. Just as he reached out to pluck it, a layer of celestial essence manifested on the surface of the fruit, pushing Zhao Yang away.
Zhao Yang's eyes widened in shock because in that fleeting moment, he felt not like an ant facing an elephant but rather an ant confronting the infinite starry sky. He sensed an overwhelming surge of life essence emanating from the Ginseng Fruit. If this essence were discovered by the Heavenly Dao, he could truly become the first person throughout history to achieve such greatness. He had experienced both the Devouring Heaven Demon Technique and Myriad Paths of Power; under one-on-one circumstances, they were evenly matched and it was hard to determine a victor.
Zhao Yang expanded his Divine Sense, hoping to communicate with the Ginseng Fruit through it. Sure enough, although the Ginseng Fruit lacked intelligence, it possessed a hint of spirituality. Gradually calming down through Zhao Yang's heart sutra, its defensive layer began to dissipate little by little.
With a gentle motion of his hand, Zhao Yang summoned the Ginseng Fruit into his grasp. He placed it into his Cosmic Bag without deciding whether to consume it or reveal its existence just yet. If news about this fruit spread too quickly, many powerful beings and ancient elders would come searching for it due to its implications for immortality.
Throughout ancient times and countless great eras, none who survived had achieved true longevity; those who died left no companions behind. Even those who ascended were unknown in their current state—alive or dead.
Thus, news about the Ginseng Fruit was incredibly significant.
Unbeknownst to Zhao Yang, as he plucked the Ginseng Fruit, a figure appeared on the trunk behind him. This person was covered in bark resembling that of the Heavenly Tree but had an aged face with deep wrinkles.
He appeared silently behind Zhao Yang, who surprisingly did not notice him. The figure reached out a hand and opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly a gnarled branch shot out from the trunk beneath him, blocking his path. The man opened his mouth but did not argue; instead, he vanished behind Zhao Yang, who remained oblivious and did not turn around.
In truth, Zhao Yang had sensed someone watching him the moment he spotted the Ginseng Fruit. However, he did not show any signs of alarm. He understood that there were three possible types of individuals who could be at such a high altitude in the night sky, especially at the top of the Heavenly Tree. First, there could be someone already here, waiting to pick the Ginseng Fruit once it ripened. This person could be the Sword Elder of the Eastern Wasteland, the Ghost Matron from the Western Regions, or the Snow Goddess from the Northern Region—yet it could not possibly be the Demon Empress.
Zhao Yang knew well that the Demon Empress was straightforward in her actions; if she intended to kill him, she would do so without hesitation. He realized he would have no chance against such an opponent.
The second possibility was that there were immortals present, perhaps having reached what was known as the heavenly realm. However, this place was in the night sky, far beyond the limits most cultivators could reach. Aside from those in the Tribulation Period, even those at the Great Ascension stage would find it difficult to ascend here.
What Zhao Yang did not know was that he had reached a height no one had ever attained throughout history; even those who had become immortals had never made it to this peak. If this were indeed the immortal realm, it would be too easy—such things rarely came without difficulty.
Ascending to immortality was no simple feat; one misstep could lead to death. Thus, this second possibility was also dismissed.
The final possibility was that the figure behind him was none other than the Spirit-Communicating Bag Tree itself.
If even Heavenly Crystals could possess spirit, and stones could have their own consciousness, then surely Ginseng Fruit had its protective spirit as well. How could the Heavenly Tree lack such awareness?
As Zhao Yang flew downward, he realized he had made the right bet. Before long, on the trunk behind him, a figure with skin like ancient bark spoke again: “Does this kid deserve it?”
Another figure emerged from the trunk and replied, “Deserves it very much; I feel that Ginseng Fruit is not unworthy of him.”
No one noticed that these two figures' feet seemed to be rooted into the trunk itself, as if they had grown there naturally without any seams. They watched Zhao Yang's retreating figure before vanishing back into the trunk, slowly melding into it until they became one with the tree.
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