CHAPTER 522: CHAPTER 513 ASCENDING THE FUSANG TREE (SECOND UPDATE, SEEKING SUBSCRIPTION)

"The Third Saber, Moving Stars!"

True Monarch Wanxing wielded the longsaber, channeling the remaining magical power within his body into it. Under this strike, all light was retracted; there were no earth-shattering anomalies, no violent primordial qi fluctuations, no awe-inspiring oppressive aura, only an ordinary slash.

It seemed like a mortal swinging a longsaber.

This was a strike of returning to the true self, the pinnacle strike of his life.

"Yin Yang Saber, Slash!"

Lu Xuanji’s palm-held longsaber transformed again, into two colors: black and white, forming a black and white longsaber.

It was like two planets colliding, the violent impact producing a humming sound.

Lu Xuanji remained still, his injuries minor.

Nonetheless, True Monarch Wanxing retreated continuously, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood. The violent impact affected his internal organs extensively, causing large areas to bleed; his ears buzzed, losing hearing, and his arm went numb.

The longsaber fell to the ground.

Thump!

Finally, True Monarch Wanxing sat on the ground, his mana exhausted.

At this moment, he was already exhausted.

Just then, Lu Xuanji stepped forward, his longsaber striking down once more.

True Monarch Wanxing was about to channel magical power, evolve into a secret technique, and attempt to escape, but was exhausted; he wanted to wield the saber in a counterattack, yet his mana was exhausted, leaving him powerless.

"Wait, mercy!"

True Monarch Wanxing pleaded.

At the moment of saying these words, he was also stunned.

He thought he would rather die than yield, but when truly facing death, he ultimately feared it.

It turned out, his heart was so fragile, unlike the strength he imagined.

"Mercy?"

Lu Xuanji coldly replied, "Give me a reason!"

True Monarch Wanxing opened his mouth, about to say he was the Divinity Transformation Child, his father was Life Celestial Venerable, but that was a threat; he also considered saying that as fellow human Nascent Soul cultivators, they should rely on each other, cooperate, yet it felt like he was imposing grandeur. After contemplating for a moment, he spoke, "I have a mana pill here, which upon ingestion can help cultivators gain a hundred armor of zodiac magical powers!"

As he spoke, he tossed over the storage bag.

"Alright!"

Lu Xuanji took the storage bag and vanished.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Watching the disappearing figure, True Monarch Wanxing stood up, flashes of anger, annoyance, and hatred appeared, ultimately turning into despair.

The humiliation just now was an extreme fury.

He wished he could step forward and tear apart Lu Xuanji.

But after the anger, there was nothing he could do.

The identity as Divinity Transformation Child could frighten most cultivators but not Lu Xuanji. Lu Xuanji also had backing, cared for by Cyan Lotus Celestial Venerable, making his background insignificant.

Even if he told his father, his father wouldn’t care.

Moreover, would he dare to tell his father?

He wouldn’t!

Such a disgraceful matter, hiding it wouldn’t suffice, let alone humiliating himself by telling his father.

He could do nothing to Lu Xuanji.

...

Lu Xuanji moved towards the place where the Fusang Tree was.

Through the fierce battles so far, most of those unlucky and weak in strength had already perished along the way.

Half an hour of walking later, a giant Fusang Tree appeared ahead, over a hundred miles tall; its golden branches were massive, stretching a few miles long, and the golden leaves were as large as a playground, with numerous branches and leaves forming an umbrella covering hundreds of miles.

The leaves shook, exuding terrifying majesty.

The golden leaves swayed, emitting scorching flames, burning everything.

On the branches, small chests hung, dotting them like stars.

Looking at the Fusang Tree from afar, Lu Xuanji felt a sense of oppression, like an ant standing before a giant.

"Eighth Grade Spirit Tree, half-Immortal Level!"

Lu Xuanji’s heart trembled.

The Fusang Tree was the companion spirit root of the Golden Crow lineage.

Many Golden Crows, after birth, would nurture a Fusang Tree to grow alongside them.

The initial Fusang Tree was only first grade, but with the tireless nurture from the Golden Crow, its grade would continuously rise.

In front of him, the Fusang Tree had already reached a grade of eighth spirit tree, requiring at least a Harmonization level demon or even Tribulation Crossing Golden Crow to cultivate such a spirit tree.

The small chests hanging on the Fusang Tree were gifts left by that Golden Crow.

"In the Grotto World Pearl, the Tree of Time is also eighth grade, but why doesn’t it have this grandeur?" Lu Xuanji was a bit confused, but his steps did not slow down as he continued approaching the Fusang Tree.

Upon nearing the Fusang Tree, he saw many cultivators fighting beneath it. Some cultivators tried to ascend the Fusang Tree but were swiftly repelled by a force.

The void flickered, a man in black appeared, exuding demonic aura, and with a longsword in hand, he stabbed down at a rapid speed, like starlight in the night sky.

"Kill!"

Lu Xuanji’s steps flashed, urging the Nine-Colored Divine Saber to strike down with a fierce and savage speed.

Bang!

The two sides clashed for the first time.

"Human slave, leave the token!"

The man in black sneered.

"Crawl, I’ll send you back to the abyss!" Lu Xuanji coldly replied, wielding the longsaber.

"Nightfall!"

The man in black activated divine techniques, the void immediately changed, daylight became night, under the cloak of night, the six senses were stripped away.

Suddenly, Lu Xuanji felt blinded, deafened, lost skin sensation, his smell failed, all senses faded, plunging into endless darkness.

Such a nightfall brought endless despair.

"This is the divine technique of the Black Dragon lineage, quite powerful... just a pity, it’s still lacking!" Lu Xuanji coldly remarked, wielding the longsaber following his perception.

The darkness vanished.

The longsaber let out a ripping sound, slicing across the man’s body.

A single slash split him in two.

The man’s eyes flashed with astonishment.

He died on the spot.

His body transformed, turning from human form into a black dragon, its body immense, about dozens of meters.

The Nascent Soul flew out, attempting to escape.

The longsaber struck down, Pure Yang True Flame burning all.

"No!"

Under the endless flames, the black dragon’s Nascent Soul was burned and destroyed.

"Too weak!"

Lu Xuanji’s steps flashed, his longsaber moving as he struck towards another Nascent Soul cultivator, entering the melee.

The longsaber flashed, slicing through battles, testing his strength and verifying his shortcomings.

Cultivators constantly fell, as he advanced unhindered, invincible.

The surrounding cultivators seemed fearful, dodging away, including some half-step Divinity Transformation.

Buzz!

At this moment, the Golden Crow Token changed, its numbers shifted, transforming into [One Hundred].

The Golden Crow Token wrapped him in a ray of light, vanishing.

...

In the next moment, when Lu Xuanji opened his eyes, he was already on the Fusang Tree.

A treasure chest appeared ahead.

Holding the Golden Crow Token, he could open the chest with it and gain the treasures inside.

...

PS: In the middle of writing, there will be more updates tonight.