798: Chapter 211 Demonic Fruit Tree_1 798: Chapter 211 Demonic Fruit Tree_1 “Mr.
Yuan, have you found the whereabouts of those from Guiwang Mountain?” Emperor Luan looked at the elderly man before him.
This elder was the current Master of the Sealed Emperor Scholar’s Mansion and also the Crown Prince’s Tutor.
The elder bowed and replied, “Your Majesty, just like before, they cannot be tracked or monitored.
Guiwang Mountain holds special privileges throughout the whole Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven.”
Guiwang Mountain is the Taoist Ancestral Court and can even be said to be the true Genesis Land.
Aside from beings like Divine God Beasts, Witches, and Barbarians who are self-contained, the foundation of cultivation for the All Heavens and Myriad Realms originates from Guiwang Mountain.
Guiwang Mountain, with its profound heritage and numerous secrets, typically participates normally in the affairs of Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven.
However, throughout the hundred thousand years of Emperor Luan’s reign, the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven has opened nearly fifteen hundred times, and out of those, Guiwang Mountain has acted independently at least thirty times.
Just like this time, they did not partake in the White Tiger Ruin, they did not seek treasures, and once they entered, their whereabouts were unknown.
If not for the fact that Ji Feixue had been captured, Guiwang Mountain would not have shown themselves.
The unknown is always the most terrifying.
The existence of Guiwang Mountain has always been a thorn in Emperor Luan’s side.
Just like in these hundred thousand years, what Emperor Luan dreaded most was never Thai Zu, nor the Dragon Ancestor or the Phoenix Ancestor, but White Spirit!
That Turtle who doesn’t play by the rules, yet its strategies are unfathomable.
Guiwang Mountain, different from White Spirit, doesn’t possess the ability to strategize flawlessly, but the numerous secrets of Guiwang Mountain mean that when intelligence is sufficiently lacking, warfare becomes a dimensionality reduction attack.
But who knows what those Bull Nose monks from Guiwang Mountain are secretly plotting?
Emperor Luan remained silent.
Each race in Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven certainly had their own schemes.
The lower-end ones, like the White Tiger Ruin, would secure a piece of territory for their descendants to establish a Secret Land.
The higher beings would plan across generations for a Taoist site; even if they couldn’t become the Tao Master, they could still practically occupy the site, just like dissatisfied old men.
Every emperor in the Sealed Emperor’s Palace had their own calculations, but his sudden intrusion disrupted the calculations of the previous emperor.
It took him a great effort to gain control of the Mountain and River Ding, but the secrets within the Ding have yet to be fully unearthed, and many things had not yet fallen into his hands.
Emperor Luan pondered, and at the same time, outside Baiyun Palace, above Baiyun Palace, in a space in the void.
A towering tree stretched up to the heavens and rooted in the earth, its branches connecting the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.
From this perspective, the All Heavens and Myriad Realms seemed tethered together by this one tree.
The tree appeared to be a willow, but oddly bore fruits.
Though clearly a large tree, it emanated an aura as if gazing directly at an emperor, its overwhelming majesty oppressing the entire space, forbidding any tilted glances.
Yet, within this imperial majesty, there was the boundless expanse of a divinity, a Divine God Emperor among gods, an esteemed immortal among immortals.
Xuanzhen Taoist walked with the disciples of Guiwang Mountain through space, as if paying homage to an emperor, dressed solemnly and with great dignity.
Behind him, his fellow disciples held offering plates, not for sacrifice, but for Five Virtues Qi Essence.
The party approached the tree from ten thousand miles away without straying their gaze, bowing deeply, “The younger generation of Guiwang Mountain pays respect to the Emperor!”
The group bent low in their bow, knelt thrice and kowtowed nine times.
The willow tree remained motionless, its branches swaying in the wind, offering no response.
Closer inspection revealed various small animals running on its branches, wild rabbits, red foxes, greyhounds, green tigers…
These creatures, large and small, some occupied a branch to themselves, others lived together on a leaf.
A White Snake coiled on the trunk like a Dragon, its movement suggesting endless waves churning.
A Grey Falcon spread its wings, nesting atop the willow, its flight as magnificent as a Phoenix soaring through the Nine Heavens.
But these creatures had no physical form; calling them Divine God Souls would be too much since they couldn’t even be considered True Spirits – they seemed more like phantoms condensed from the willow’s memories.
Xuanzhen Taoist, observing the phantoms, bent even lower in worship.
“Guiwang Mountain Xuanzhen greets the senior predecessors,” he said, each word imbued with reverence and solemnity.
There was no response.
The Dragons did not hum nor the Tigers roar; the phantoms did not react, and the willow tree merely swayed its branches gently, offering no acknowledgement.
The disciples of Guiwang Mountain presented the Five Virtues Qi Essence before the tree.
Xuanzhen Taoist bowed again, “Honoring the Emperor, this opening of Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven, not yet reaching the jiazi, has happened unexpectedly.
The Demonic Fruits have not matured and should not fall, with all due disrespect, I have come to seal the Demonic Fruits.”
The Five Virtues Qi Essence lightly floated into the willow, which remained unresponsive and incapable of response; it was merely a large tree without Spirit Wisdom or consciousness, nothing more.
After paying homage, Xuanzhen Taoist stepped back, took out a Talisman Pen, bowed thrice, and brought out a piece of talisman paper, then wrote, “Calm”!
It was not a Talisman Rune but an ancient Demon Text, devoid of enchantment or Mana.
Yet, once the Demon Text was written on the paper, the paper moved without wind and floated crookedly towards the willow, lightly adhering to its trunk.
The branches of the willow, reaching out to the All Heavens and Myriad Realms and previously shaking persistently, came to a sudden halt, and the fruits on the verge of falling became still.
The opening of the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven every jiazi connects to the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, and with each cycle, the Demonic Fruits fall into these realms, taking root upon landing, growing in three days, blooming in another three, and bearing fruit in three more.
Beasts that consume the Demonic Fruit can solidify the Heart Orifice Shadow and tread the path of the Demon.
The origin of the Demonic Fruits lies here.
With Xuanzhen’s word, the willow ceased its trembling branches, its trunk bathed in demonic power, nourishing the small fruits that slowly grew.
The tiny fruits, each like a transparent date, yet also Green Fruits dangling on the tree with the swinging branches.
At the very top were several Red Fruits of varying shades, quietly maturing.
While the green and red fruits were attractive, they were scarce.
It was these transparent Demonic Fruits that were fundamental to the Demon Clan and foundational to their continuation.