Imperial Cultivation

Chapter 1489: Chapter 1485: Suppression

”What’s wrong?” Li Hongzhao asked lazily.

She leaned against the Vermilion Pillar, her red robe covering the undulating curves.

The two had unwittingly drunk eight jars of wine.

The slight intoxication was hazy, entering the best state.

Her jade-like face flushed with redness, adding to her beauty, the radiance dazzling.

Her sidelong glance carried a wave-like charm, captivating and enchanting.

Chu Zhiyuan shook his head: ”Shall we stop here?”

Li Hongzhao hummed, ”Is this not okay?”

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile: ”Drink any more and we’ll truly be drunk.”

”So what if we’re drunk?” Li Hongzhao said, ”A rare chance to get drunk, relax a little.”

”Alright, let’s stop here,” Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, ”You have a good rest, I’ll head back first.”

Li Hongzhao gave him a sidelong glance and said, ”Afraid Sister Chu will say something, right?”

Chu Zhiyuan waved his hand, ”I’m off.”

He disappeared in a flash.

Li Hongzhao snorted heavily, pouting her red lips discontentedly, lazily leaning back against the Vermilion Pillar, lifting her cup again, looking up at the Bright Moon.

Chu Zhiyuan had already appeared in a new Grotto Heaven, a mile away from Huang Zhengyang and the others.

He was operating the Divine Essence of the Cloud Dragon Fist around his body, isolating his own aura.

Super Sense covered a radius of three hundred miles.

Within three hundred miles, there were surprisingly no other Court experts present.

Chu Zhiyuan was amazed as he carefully used Insight.

Within a radius of three hundred miles, there were mountains, rivers, strange peaks towering, exotic beasts and treasures.

But no more Court experts.

He was curious whether the Court experts each took different paths and thus scattered, or if there was another reason?

With that thought, he suddenly disappeared, appearing at the Heavenly Sword Branch.

In the spacious square within the Imperial Palace, twenty-something experts were gathered.

Surrounding palace lanterns hung high, lighting the square as if it were daylight.

Yet the atmosphere inside was shrouded in gloom and oppression.

Every face was gloomy, expressing dissatisfaction.

Chu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow.

They hadn’t scattered, but were forced out of the Cave Mansion.

Quite quick.

On the oppressive square, someone finally spoke in a low voice.

”There are still four inside.”

”Director Huang is inside, his luck is indeed remarkable.”

”His recent fortune is extraordinary, like a rainbow in the sky.”

”Too bad we couldn’t join him.”

”That requires considerable luck.”

”Director Huang’s fortune is on the rise, what about the other three? Old Luo won’t say, he’s too cunning to easily get into trouble.”

”Zheng Zhenxing, that guy is petty, yet has surprisingly good luck, infuriating.”

”Meng Xianda, the idiot, has his own dumb luck, always having good fortune.”

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Chu Zhiyuan shook his head, once more disappearing in a flash.

He reappeared beneath a mountain peak, observing Huang Zhengyang and the others.

Meanwhile, he observed the situation inside the cave.

After the entrance was broken, Super Sense could Insight the situation inside.

Despite the presence of invisible forces distorting, the view wasn’t very clear.

Inside the cave was a small tree.

The small tree was golden, only as tall as a finger, yet it had branches and leaves.

Like a carved piece.

Completely golden, shimmering with golden light.

Chu Zhiyuan’s gaze instantly focused.

Under Super Sense, no matter how small, he could magnify and see.

The sight of this golden little tree felt very familiar to him, instantly reminding him: Demon Suppressing Divine Tree.

This little tree looked very much like the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree.

The difference in appearance was great, in both size and form.

Yet the form and charm between branches and leaves felt familiar to him.

If the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree weren’t part of him, the connection between the little tree and the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree wouldn’t be obvious.

On the little tree was a small flower bud, emitting strange energy and fragrance.

Huang Zhengyang and his group’s physique weren’t strong enough to withstand this aroma.

He concentrated and simultaneously reflected the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree in his mind.

The Demon Suppressing Divine Tree immediately appeared in the Void.

The tree’s body was crystal clear, the light flowing, roots slowly swaying in the Void as if floating in clear waters like the Void.

With the appearance of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree, the golden little tree began to flash dramatically.

It emitted a more intense fragrance.

Even from this distance, it pierced clearly into his nose.

Divine Essence swiftly operated, which refreshed him, like waking up from a deep sleep, invigorating.

He couldn’t help but smile.

This fragrance could calm and soothe, purging impurities and shadows from the soul, no less effective than Miao Jing Spirit Water.

More importantly, this little tree was indeed part of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree.

A branch of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree.

The Demon Suppressing Divine Tree grew within the Demon Suppression Divine Palace, while this small tree was taken from a branch and cultivated with Miracle Soil.

The Demon Suppressing Divine Tree rooted in the Void, grows using Merit as nourishment, won’t thrive in real soil.

This small tree, however, used Miracle Method to forcefully nurture a branch of the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree.

The small tree’s efficacy was similar to that of the Merit Divine Tree, both possessing demon suppression wonders.

However, far less powerful than the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree.

Even so, it’s already a rare demon suppression Divine Object.

The Demon Suppressing Divine Tree hasn’t yet reached its true power.

It hasn’t been nourished for hundreds of thousands of years, its Undying strength is already formidable.

Nurturing requires spirit, soul, and Merit.

These three continually foster and empower the Demon Suppressing Divine Tree, to fully unleash its power.

The small tree also follows this principle.

Chu Zhiyuan contemplated.

He floated towards the entrance of the cave, directly facing the small tree.

The aroma had no difference even at close range.

Its fragrance was uniquely extraordinary, not dissipating or weakening regardless of distance.

He glanced down at Huang Zhengyang and the others.

They lay slumbered on the ground, sleeping soundly, even emitting soft snores.

He looked up at the small tree on the altar within the cave.

In the very center of the cave stood an altar built of White Jade.

Consisting of Nine Layers, each layer a meter high, forming a nine-meter-tall, three-meter-long square altar.

The small tree was situated at the altar’s center, rooted in a dark thirsty-colored soil, flickering slightly, continually emitting a strange fragrance.

Chu Zhiyuan faintly felt it seemed to beckon to him.

He didn’t rush in but focused intently, his eyes suddenly hollow.

Moments later, he regained his senses, his eyes flickering with an aged, emotional look.

In an instant, he seemed to have aged a hundred years, turning into an elderly man.

Not only did his countenance change, but his aura shifted, and even his physical appearance.

He became noticeably worn and aged.

This use of Donghuan Saint Technique consumed too much power, tracing back too far.

From this small tree’s original form, to how it was taken from the Demon Suppression Divine Palace, to a certain Sect of the Divine Race, to being treasured by the Heavenly Person Sect, then sealed upon this altar suppressing the Fierce Beast Soul.

From this small tree, he witnessed the Divine Race and Heavenly Persons, saw long ages pass.

”Alas...” he shook his head.

He looked down at the altar, using Super Sense to observe the surging light.

Red, black, white, yellow, purple, blue; six shades intertwined, incessantly changing, constantly striking.

These lights were encased within the golden light of the small tree, unable to escape, trapped within the altar.

Chu Zhiyuan’s expression slightly changed.

He glanced at Huang Zhengyang and the others.

Then shook his head.

Even if they could truly enter the cave, they couldn’t dig up the small tree.

This flower-like small tree was inseparably linked with the earth, its power levels far too high, beyond their Spiritual Essence’s ability to move.

He deliberated for a while, eventually walking slowly over, arriving in front of the altar.

He continued upwards, stepping upon the altar, with each step, his clothing inflated slightly.

Ferocious forces surged around him, trying to tear him apart.

Divine Essence continuously operated, diminishing the violent forces, while absorbing them into the body.