Perfect World

Chapter 509: Chapter 509 Solar Divine Tree
 

Magma formed a sea, vast and endless, a striking red, an unprecedented spectacle.

Deep within the crimson ocean, there existed a Golden Treasure Tree, surrounded by the sun, moon, and stars with a giant palace constructed atop its crown, the scene both mysterious and astounding.

“We must cross the sea!” a Venerable One whispered. They joined forces, seeking a way to traverse the sea, targeting the Divine Tree as it represented a tremendous opportunity.

Many recalled the myths of the Golden Crow Clan, who were born on the Solar Divine Tree.

As a Venerable One stepped onto the magma, the Magic Artifact he controlled was damaged, partially melted by the brilliant red liquid; this was no ordinary Magma, frighteningly hot.

“Follow me!” a Silver Lion, fierce and ferocious with a gleaming body, summoned a bone that remained intact. It beckoned two others to ride with it, breaking across the sea.

“That is a Divine Bone!” someone whispered, finally realizing that ordinary Magic Artifacts were useless, only Divine Being treasures would suffice.

“This is the ancestral land of my Golden Crow Clan, distinguished Martial Brothers, please disperse!” At this moment, two golden lights descended, transforming into two cultivators clad in golden feather cloaks, they hindered others from crossing the sea.

“Shh!”

With a flick of his hand, a tidal wave surged in the Magma Sea, the scarlet liquid splashing, the temperature searing. The Silver Lion and others who had gone earlier were taken aback and hurriedly countered.

“Martial Brother, this Golden Tree in the myths doesn’t solely belong to the Golden Crow Clan; it’s just that it ended up in your clan’s possession for a period,” the Nine-Headed Snake spoke, its huge body covered in shiny green scales, hissing terrifyingly.

“As the seal is broken and the Sun God Tree reemerges, it naturally seeks a new master. Does your Golden Crow Clan really plan to control it for eternity?” the giant golden giant suggested, his voice deep and resonant, standing tall as a small mountain, his body gleaming gold.

Several Venerable Ones expressed their opinions, putting significant pressure on the Golden Crow Clan. Although there were a million Flame Crow warriors in the distance, they stood no chance against a group of Venerable Ones.

“I believe your Golden Crow Clan must not be so overbearing; other powerful creatures should be allowed entry, whoever is destined will obtain it,” the earth trembled and cracked continually as an ancient tree moved forward.

Its branches lush and roots long freed from the earth, walked on the ground like tentacles and feet, entirely green but with some leaves stained with blood.

Ironblood Ancient Tree!

Everyone was startled; it was a warlike ancient tree. Once angered, its leaves would turn blood-red, aggressive and relentless, cold and battle-hardened.

Such trees were rare, but once they achieved a level of cultivation, they were exceptionally powerful, surpassing cultivators of the same realm and were a source of immense headache and fear.

Indeed, all powerful plant-like beings possessed unique Divine Skills and precious symbols; under normal circumstances, nobody would provoke them, especially not an Ironblood Ancient Tree.

“We also feel that once the seal is opened, the divine treasures of heaven and earth should go to those who are fated,” an ant emerged, meters long, shimmering with purple-gold light, exuding strength, powerful and chilling.

The Purple-gold Ant, yet another powerful Venerable One, a mutant of the pure-blood Golden Ants, immensely strong, unrivaled by any living creature.

The Nine-Headed Snake, the giant golden giant, the Ironblood Ancient Tree, and the Purple-gold Ant were all distinguished Venerable Ones, well-regarded in this realm, making even the powerful Golden Crow Clan uneasy.

“Fine, according to the esteemed words of the Martial Brothers, everyone relies on fate and ability!” a Golden Crow Taoist said, his expression cold, speaking no further.

“Wait until we get there, you’ll see!” the Archaic Golden Crows communicated among themselves, all sneering continuously. Despite having lost the Golden Ancient Tree for many years, they still knew some secrets.

“Boom!”

Magma waves soared into the sky, turning everything scarlet, sealing off the entire heavens. It was the Ironblood Ancient Tree in rage, having been suppressed here. As soon as it entered the sea, its roots turned charred black.

“Damn it!” Its voice thundered, summoning a blood-red Magic Wand, as translucent as a blood-diamond, flowing with divine radiance that made everyone’s eyes heat up. This was an Ancestral Artifact of the Ironblood Clan.

The Magic Wand enlarged, turning into a giant, blood-red tree, carrying it out to sea, sailing forward.

Thus, everyone began to move, using various means to cross this scarlet ocean.

Several prodigies and noblewomen from the higher realms also arrived one after another. With everyone assembled, they too prepared to set out to sea, naturally not lacking divine objects, quickly taking out three Magic Artifacts.

“Let’s ride different treasured ships, splitting up a bit so we can move forward side by side. It’s safer this way, and we can look out for each other,” Bi Gu said, his hair green, tall in stature, eyes vivid.

“Hey, Shi Hao, you’re here too, come with us,” Hong Huang called out, her fiery red clothes radiating scarlet, truly like a Phoenix Lady.

Some frowned, such as Xuan Ming and others, reluctant to let Shi Hao board.

“Our group is already large enough. Adding a stranger who isn’t familiar with us, lacking in coordination, might become a burden,” one of them said.

“He’s a prodigy. It’s rare for someone from the Lower Realm to cultivate to this level; let him come. After all, it’s just him alone; nothing will happen,” Lan Yu spoke, her beauty enchanting, her demeanor gentle, her body covered in a light blue mist.

“I hope he doesn’t cause trouble or become a burden!” a young man named Zhao Qi said, frowning, somewhat averse to the idea of outsiders joining in.

This was a matter of great importance; unknown to the venerables of this realm, they understood what grand opportunities the golden branches might contain.

Even among them, there was mutual wariness, possibly leading to conflict at a critical moment, no longer amicable—much less with a stranger joining in.

Shi Hao had initially wanted to refuse, but after thinking it over, he eventually went over. The prodigies and noblewomen of the higher realms surely knew many secrets; traveling with them might yield great rewards.

“Opportunity is limited, we’ll each strive for it with our abilities!” Xuan Ming declared, glancing over everyone, his eyes flickering sharply when they passed over Shi Hao.

“Now we share the same boat, we need everyone’s combined efforts. Once we arrive, everyone will apply their own methods,” Bi Gu stated.

“I hope everyone on board proves useful, not merely leveraging others for no reason. We’re not here to indiscriminately act as benevolent saviors, taking in just anyone,” a young man named Zhuo Yun said, glancing at Shi Hao.

Clearly, some were dissatisfied with Shi Hao coming aboard. Some had previously tried and failed to recruit him, generating some resentment early on. Now, with a legendary fortune at stake, their own group members were rivals, let alone an outsider.

“What nonsense are you spouting? Little Shi is coming with us, let’s go, out to sea!” Hong Huang said, her eyes flashing sharply.

Shi Hao smiled and didn’t show any displeasure, walking over. Finally, Lan Yu, Shui Yue, Hong Huang, Shi Hao, and two other prodigies boarded a ship, heading deep into the scarlet sea.

The vessel, in fact, was a Divine Spirit Artifact, emitting auspicious light, protecting everyone.

The three ships traveled side by side, their might astonishing.

“Is there no deity in the Primeval Treasure Realm?” Shi Hao pondered silently, it seemed there wasn’t, otherwise they would have intervened in such major events. Or could it be that they haven’t made a move yet, just waiting for the right moment?

“Hey, Shi Hao, weren’t you a guest at the Immortal Mountain? How come you left so soon?” Hong Huang, enveloped in scarlet glow like flames, asked loudly.

Others also took notice and looked towards him.

“That place was boring—I got fed up and didn’t want to stay long, so I left,” Shi Hao replied.

On another ship, Zhao Qi sneered upon hearing this and said, “Immortal Mountain is still an immortal school in the Lower Realm. Are you sure you could come and go freely? To think you could come and go as you please?”

Others heard this and shook their heads as well; many of them felt his words were not credible.

“Trouble comes from careless talk, you’re quite lucky this time. The guy from Immortal Mountain in the higher realms didn’t travel with us, but went to the Lower Realm with others instead; otherwise, if he had heard you, he definitely wouldn’t have let you off,” Zhuo Yun casually glanced at him.

Shi Hao appeared indifferent—he couldn’t possibly tell these people that he had overturned Immortal Mountain, could he? Probably no one would believe him then, and they would think him mad.

After all, these things had just happened and couldn’t have spread all over the world so quickly.

Of course, Shi Hao was not complacent; after all, those things were done by the Little Pagoda. He was very self-aware and knew that these geniuses and noble ladies from the higher realms were very powerful.

“Shh”.

A streak of golden rainbow tore through the crimson sea, bringing with it scorching waves, and nearly capsized their three treasured ships in its rush.

“Damn, that was a giant ship transformed from the bone of an Archaic Golden Crow, taking natural advantage here and daring to collide with us!” a young powerhouse exclaimed in anger.

“They see us as young; this is a warning,” Xuan Ming said with a cold laugh.

“Once we reach the destination, they will understand who is weaker and who is stronger,” Bi Gu spoke, these people all possessed treasures and were very strong, hence confident.

“How come there are some ghost ships floating on this Magma Sea? Could they all be transformations of divine objects?” one person, curious, used mana to draw some over.

But with just a summon, several ghost ships sailed towards them.

“Not good, avoid them!” Shui Yue cried out. She was dressed in a silvery white gown, graceful and unworldly, her instincts and perception incredibly sharp, sensing a sinister aura.

“These are ghost ships!” someone exclaimed, using a special magic artifact to break through the illusions and saw everything inside the ghost ships.

The ships were filled with corpses, remnants from the Primordial Ancients, and inexplicably, the bodies were still intact, not decayed, which was unbelievable.

“Aoouuu…” A ghostly wind howled, strangely cold for a Magma Sea, with ghostly wailing.

Several ghost ships shrouded in black mist, many figures appeared wielding weapons, striking towards them, emitting dark glows, icy and bone-chilling.

“Damn, someone has cursed these ships, the bodies don’t rot and have turned into ghostly soldiers!”

Not only that, but from within the Magma as well, skeletons emerged one after another, densely packed, all reaching out their hands, grabbing at them.

It was endless and, as the Magma Sea boiled, Snow White Skeletons leapt forth, attacking in droves.

“Break!”

They all acted, displaying their magic artifacts and unleashing divine light outward, shattering the skeletons and capsizing the ghost ships, stirring up sky-high waves of Magma.

However, just as they destroyed the nearby ones, dozens, hundreds of ghost ships emerged from the distance, howling and streaking towards them, black fog obscuring the sky.

Moreover, even more skeletons appeared within the Magma, endless, flooding the area, unceasingly attacking.

This was enough to make one’s hair stand on end, even for the noble ladies and geniuses of the higher realms with their extraordinary experiences, their faces changing colors, almost as if they had plunged into a hellish realm.

“These are the Guardian spirits and endless Heavenly Soldiers and Generals that fell here during the war in the Primordial era,” Zhao Qi said, his expression ugly.

“Encountering such things is troublesome; Xuan Ming, use that treasure in your hand, let’s quickly leave this place, or we won’t be able to stop killing them,” Lan Yu said.

Xuan Ming hesitated briefly, saw everyone looking at him, nodded, and said, “Okay then!”

In his palm, a stone arch bridge appeared, transforming into a rainbow light, instantly connecting to the depths of the crimson sea, and the three ships directly vanished from that location.

“What a powerful treasure!” Shi Hao was secretly shocked.

This was a No-Fly Domain, yet this stone arch bridge could actually penetrate a section of the void like that.

Then, they evaded all the ghost ships and sailed at high speed for five days, finally reaching their destination, which was astonishing—the Magma truly formed a sea, so vast.

And what they saw ahead was equally stunning!

Endless precious light, infinite auspicious clouds, a Divine Tree that seemed to have existed since before the creation of the world, flowing with divine radiance and vigorous essence, spreading through the sea.

“It… how did it shrink?”

Everyone got closer and saw a Golden Tree, rooted in the crimson sea, not far away, looking only about a foot high, much smaller than the visions seen earlier.

“One foot high?!” People couldn’t believe it.

Yet even at one foot high, it was still awe-inspiring. Surrounded by the Star River, each leaf holding a star, with a palm-sized ancient palace atop the crown, swallowing chaotic mist.

“I’ll go first!” a Venerable One shouted.

He reached towards the one-foot-high Golden Tree, and as he approached, something shocking happened—he rapidly shrank, eventually turning into a speck of dust, disappearing in front of the Golden Tree.

“Ah, how bizarre, is this a ‘Mustard Seed containing Mt. Meru’?” many cried out in astonishment.

The Golden Tree, only a foot high, seemed to have shrunk, but as formidable as a Venerable One was, the moment they approached, they too would turn into dust, disappearing there, almost invisible.

“It’s it, no doubt!” several Venerable Ones shouted joyously, rushing forward. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please go to qidian.