Within this small world, vegetation flourished abundantly, spiritual medicines carpeted the ground, tidal waves surged, and vast quantities of primordial essence qi existed — it was a heaven and earth from the Primordial Age.

“I finally understand why the Primordial races were so powerful. The era they lived in had an environment just like this — spiritual energy as plentiful as water. Their advancement must have been extraordinarily swift!”

“These ancient trees, towering into the clouds, have grown for tens of thousands of years without dying. If they were in the outside world, they would have withered long ago.”

Dongfang Ye and the others could not help but be astonished. This was a spiritual realm identical to the Primordial Age, filled with mysterious qi and energy.

Within this world-within-a-world, all manner of rare and exotic treasures could be found. Yet there was one peculiarity — the ancient trees could not transform into human forms, and the strange beasts could not transcend their tribulations.

In this place, a mysterious formation pattern suppressed all things. Incomparably powerful beast kings existed here, yet there were no ancient demons in human form.

“This small world…” Ye Fan stood transfixed, his mind wandering. He felt a profound ease throughout his entire body, every pore relaxed and open, and it was effortless to enter a state of enlightenment.

The laws of the greater world outside had changed, making them unsuitable for the cultivation of the Sacred Physique — one could only press forward against the heavens. But this place was different, preserving all the order and rules of the Primordial Age, which aligned perfectly with his physical body.

“The Immortal Dao is ever self-auspicious. The Ghost Dao is ever self-inauspicious. The High Pure Spirit, radiant and sublime. A lament sung across the vast heavens. I only wish the Immortal Dao be achieved. I would not wish human endeavors to wither.”

Ye Fan recited these words casually, and after speaking them, he himself was taken aback. It had been a flash of sudden enlightenment — this small world had cleared his mind, and the state of the Dao followed naturally.

“This is truly a wonderful place! One year of cultivation here must be worth several decades in the outside world!” Duan De rubbed his hands together, his eyes blazing with excitement, already contemplating how he might pocket this entire small world.

“Unless an ancient saint arrived, no one would be able to collect a small world.” The Old Blind Man shook his head with regret.

“This is a puddle formed from the condensation of spiritual energy!” the Barbarian exclaimed in amazement.

Just ahead, there was a puddle no larger than one square meter, surrounded by swirling colored mists, with essence qi gushing forth in brilliant radiance — beautiful and auspicious.

It had formed from the liquefaction of the heaven and earth’s essence qi. Beside the puddle lay several source stones that had crystallized into translucent crystals, and numerous spiritual medicines grew in the surrounding area.

“These are mutant source stones — we are witnessing their evolutionary process!” Everyone present was moved with astonishment.

Afterward, filled with excitement, they began searching further. If they could find a divine source puddle, it would truly be a priceless immortal burial — for divine source liquid could allow a person to seal themselves in preservation, existing eternally.

For all those below the rank of Great Emperor, it was an indirect path to immortality. This was how the royal clans of the Primordial Age had survived through the ages.

“Divine source liquid!” the Chubby Duan cried out, and immediately lunged forward. Beneath a towering ancient tree, there was a small water pit no larger than a fist, from which divine light surged, illuminating the entire ancient tree in a brilliant, jade-like green radiance.

Several people gathered around, clicking their tongues in amazement. Since the Primordial Age had passed, this kind of divine source liquid had long since become legend — something utterly impossible to encounter.

“This could preserve one fist or a pair of eyes in undying immortality,” Ye Fan said with a smile.

The Chubby Duan chuckled continuously and produced a small cauldron, carefully sealing the divine source liquid inside. He applied eighty-one layers of seals using profound secret techniques, terrified that it would solidify immediately.

“Keep searching — perhaps we’ll find an entire divine source lake.” Duan De was unsatisfied, wanting an even greater harvest.

They knew, sadly, that this was impossible. Even in the Primordial Age, divine source liquid had been exceedingly rare — a matter of chance, not pursuit.

“Aroooo…!”

From a distance came a roaring sound. The magnificent mountains and rivers trembled, countless spiritual trees sent their leaves flying in all directions, the green light of the leaves flickering, while spiritual medicines released their fragrance in swirling mists, swaying in resonance.

“Damn it, that is… a dragon!” The Old Blind Man was so startled that his eyes rolled back — his black pupils spinning around, brighter and sharper than anyone else’s.

Seven or eight li away, within those grand and majestic mountains, a dragon leaped into the sky. It stretched over two hundred zhang in length, its azure scales glimmering, its head held high, its divine horns branching like a forest.

The Barbarian’s eyes burned with fierce intensity. “I once ate a wild dragon, but they said it was actually just a flood dragon. Could it be that today I am truly fortunate enough to see a real dragon?!”

An old monk and two supremely powerful cultivators were in the process of subduing the dragon. The three working together could barely manage a draw — the battle was incomparably fierce.

“That is a flood dragon that has long since proven its Dao, becoming an ancient beast king of the wilderness. It is even on the verge of a breakthrough, overwhelming three peak human race powerhouses in combat. Truly formidable.” The Old Blind Man finally made his determination.

On the other side of the sky, flames roared toward the heavens. There stood a Divine Fusang Tree soaring up into the celestial vault, upon which rested a crow’s nest, flames blazing from within.

A Three-Legged Golden Crow cleaved through the sky and engaged in fierce battle with two Sovereign Masters. Its golden body appeared as though cast from pure gold, and its divine flames had nearly scorched half the sky into collapse.

“This place is absolutely brimming with treasures…”

At this moment, the Old Blind Man’s eyes were sharper than anyone’s, shooting forth two beams of green light, like a wolf’s gaze, piercing straight through to the crow’s nest atop the Divine Fusang Tree.

“Inside are three eggs. Though these are not true Golden Crows, if properly cultivated, they would become incomparably powerful divine birds.”

He asked to borrow the Star River — the sole treasure left behind by the Star River King in life — from Duan De, intending to steal one Golden Crow egg, raise it into a great bird king, and use it as a mount.

Without needing to think, anyone could see that once such a Golden Crow matured, it would surpass even a Holy Sovereign in power by two full measures — an inestimable treasure that no one could fail to covet.

However, stealing the egg now would be like retrieving a chestnut from the fire — the risk to one’s life would be immense at every turn.

“Are you going to lend it to me or not?!” The Old Blind Man rolled his eyes.

“The one borrowing the treasure acts like the lord here. Listen here, you old stick — I don’t care if you perish, but you must return my ‘Star River.’ Don’t you dare lose it.” Duan De reluctantly lent it to him.

Whoosh!

The Star River spread across the sky like a celestial river, instantly unfurling outward, carrying everyone along and sweeping them toward the Divine Fusang Tree.

“Old swindler, you’ve dragged us along with you!”

“Friends, lend me your aid — I cannot approach that ancient tree alone.” The Old Blind Man offered his apologies.

Everyone: “@##¥%…”

They all wanted to kick him, but they had already flown up into the high sky, and in the blink of an eye had plunged into the ancient tree’s branches and leaves — retreating was no longer possible.

This ancient Fusang tree stood half a head taller than the surrounding mountains, soaring up into the celestial vault. Its entire body glowed a pale golden hue, with endless raging flames burning within.

“This ancient tree is itself a rare treasure — it could be refined into a fire-attribute divine artifact!” Duan De drooled.

“It is not a true Divine Fusang Tree. This is a similar fire tree king. It is said that the true Fusang Wood exists in the Immortal Realm, where undying ancient Golden Crows make their home — even immortals can do nothing against them.” The Old Blind Man spoke.

The fire tree king’s pale golden leaves rustled and clattered, raging flames blazing, the heat unbearable to withstand. All of them had to summon their divine abilities just to resist.

Within the crow’s nest rested three golden eggs. They were not particularly enormous — each no larger than a human head — yet they pulsed with waves of formidable divine power.

Every egg resembled a golden fireball. Their temperature was terrifyingly scorching — even from a great distance, one felt as though their entire body was being seared.

“I will only take one divine egg away. I will not sever the bloodline inheritance of this rare divine bird.” The Old Blind Man recited a Daoist title and wore an expression of sorrowful compassion.

“You’re plainly an egg thief, yet you carry on like this!” The Barbarian expressed his contempt. He had also wanted to carry one divine egg away, but now found himself too embarrassed to do so.

“Wait — there is a supreme treasure in this crow’s nest!” The moment he drew close, Duan De called out. The others also sensed the peculiar qi emanating from within.

Sacred, auspicious, and vast — a pure primordial power flowed through, filling the entire crow’s nest with a luminous clarity that was utterly extraordinary.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak…” The spiritual mouse hidden in Duan De’s sleeve cried out ceaselessly. It was a descendant of the treasure-seeking mouse lineage — though its bloodline had grown thin and it had not achieved spiritual awakening, at this close a range, it could still sense something.

They alighted on the crow’s nest, nearly tumbling to the ground. An immense and vast mighty force surged through the air, making it impossible to suppress involuntary trembling.

“A sacred divine object!”

The group finally noticed something unusual. At the center of the crow’s nest, beneath those three golden eggs, lay a bone — extremely ancient, with a pale golden radiance flowing gently through it.

“A saint’s bone!”

“An indestructible sacred bone!”

“This is… a sacred bone left behind by one who transformed into the Dao!”

They all cried out.

Even when ancient saints perished, their flesh and blood would remain eternally undying. Yet some saints were unwilling to leave behind their physical remains and would dissolve themselves into nothingness.

However, occasionally one or two of the hardest bones would remain — the most powerful parts of their bodies in life, which even the dissolution into the Dao had failed to erase, and so had persisted eternally.

“This is the arm bone left behind when a saint transformed into the Dao — a priceless divine object beyond measure. If refined into a weapon, the possibilities would be unimaginable!”

They were all moved. Together they reached forward to seize it. Even the transcendent and serene Jue Youqing could not restrain herself, and swept out with her Bodhi Branch, its green leaves flickering with light.

However, no one could be faster than Ye Fan — for he had mastered the Movement Word Art. He seized it in an instant. In that moment, his entire body shook violently. The sacred bone contained supreme and boundless mighty force, sending a shudder through both his heart and spirit.

“Brother Ye, please give me this sacred bone — consider it that I owe you my life!” The Barbarian spoke with solemn earnestness.

Duan De and the Old Blind Man also clamored, willing to exchange any and all treasures — the Star River, the tortoise shell, the divine king weapons, plus several hundred thousand to a million jin of source stones — all without issue.

“This sacred bone is of tremendous importance to me…” Dongfang Ye made his solemn request and explained his circumstances.

He had come from a desolate ancient forest in the Central Province. The wolf fang club he wielded was originally a supreme divine object, but it had been severely damaged in a world-shaking great battle during the ancient era. To restore it, a divine object such as a sacred bone would need to be refined into it.

“Don’t tell me that wolf fang club was originally a saint’s weapon…” Duan De and the others were all greatly astonished.

The Barbarian gave no response. Instead, he looked toward Ye Fan and said, “Shortly, I will help you seize the ancient scripture. I possess ancient heavenly arts of my own and no longer need other methods.”

Ye Fan considered for a moment. He possessed the All-Things Mother Qi Cauldron — and though the sole sacred bone left behind when the ancient saint transformed into the Dao was certainly formidable, a priceless divine object without compare, it still fell short of his cauldron in value to him, and would not be of great use.

Without hesitation, he extended the sacred bone and gave it to the Barbarian. He understood that this would surely earn him a great ally in the future.

The Barbarian was overcome with excitement. “From this day on, once I carve the saint’s laws upon it, this wolf fang club will be fully restored!”

The Old Blind Man and Duan De’s eyes burned with longing, but they maintained their principles and did not descend to fighting over it.

“Don’t be disappointed — I’ll give you a Golden Crow egg.” Ye Fan smiled, and handed a golden divine egg — scorching and burning to the touch — to the Old Blind Man.

“That was what I was going to take in the first place…” The Old Blind Man rolled his eyes.

“Hmm, there’s a piece of green copper here.” The Barbarian crouched down and pulled from a gap in the crow’s nest beneath his feet a fragment of corroded copper. No one could tell how many ages it had existed there — green with rust and mottled all over.

On the green copper fragment, even the rust could not conceal the carved inscriptions. Dense with tiny characters, engraved all across its surface like a heavenly scripture, a Dao resonance flowed through it as though alive.

“Brother Ye Fan, have a look at this.” The Barbarian passed it to Ye Fan.