Chapter 147 Huang Zhongli
Mount Buzhou, standing at the very center of the primordial world, suppresses the past, present, and future. Vast and boundless, majestic and inviolable, sacred and unassailable.
Tens of thousands of years later, Feng Zichen returned to Mount Buzhou, but his feelings were entirely different.
Four hundred years had passed since he met the Ancestral Phoenix. After obtaining the Primordial Fire Source from the Ancestral Phoenix, he had been in seclusion under the Primordial Wutong Tree, comprehending the Dao of Primordial Fire and stabilizing his own realm.
It wasn't until three hundred years later that he emerged from seclusion. Afterwards, he bid farewell to the Ancestral Phoenix and spent another hundred years traveling to Mount Buzhou, where the Qilin Clan resided in seclusion.
The Qilin were the leaders of the beast lineage, the overlords of the land. In ancient times, the entire primordial world was under the rule of the Qilin Clan.
Therefore, the place where the Qilin Clan resided was naturally the best place on the primordial world, and besides Mount Buzhou, what place dared to claim to be the number one in the primordial world!
If Mo Zhang hadn't told him about the Qilin clan's hiding place before leaving, no matter how much Feng Zichen thought about it, he would never have guessed that the Qilin clan would place their lair right under the noses of the demon race.
Mount Buzhou was the Heavenly Court!
"Indeed, the power of Mount Buzhou is constantly weakening." After sensing the power of Mount Buzhou for a moment, Feng Zichen sighed.
Under the erosion of the resentment of the Chaos Demon God, even the power of Mount Buzhou was gradually becoming insufficient. At this moment, it was undoubtedly much weaker than when Feng Zichen first saw it.
This was all a result of the erosion by the resentment of the Chaos Demon God, sowing the seeds for its future collapse.
"Why think so much? If the sky really collapses, the most anxious ones should be the saints who are closely related to the prehistoric world. What does it have to do with me?" Shaking his head, Feng Zichen chuckled.
For him, finding a way to survive the great calamity of humanity was the most important thing. As for the collapse of Mount Buzhou, it was none of his business as an "ant."
Taking out the scale fragment Mo Zhang had given him before leaving, Feng Zichen used a secret technique to inform him of his arrival, instructing him to send someone to fetch him.
With countless secret realms in Buzhou Mountain, and the added protection of the Qilin Clan's formation, Feng Zichen didn't believe he could find the Qilin Clan among so many. Therefore, he decided to wait patiently for someone to come and pick him up.
Not long after, the void before him quietly cracked open, forming a passage just wide enough for one person to pass through. Without hesitation, Feng Zichen immediately stepped inside.
"Dutian Shensha, rise!" As soon as he stepped out of the passage, Feng Zichen shouted, and a purplish-black aura rose from his body, enveloping him.
Remembering his encounter with the Phoenix Clan, to avoid trouble, he directly released the Dutian Shensha to intimidate everyone.
This Dutian Shensha was the accompanying aura of the Great God Pangu; an ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortal would surely die upon touching it, and even a Daluo Golden Immortal would pale in fear upon seeing it—it was utterly terrifying. If not for a stroke of luck, Feng Zichen would not have been able to master it.
"Hiss, what kind of evil aura is that? It feels even stronger and more dangerous than the innate evil aura!"
"Terrifying! So terrifying!"
Hidden in the shadows, the Qilin clan members, who had intended to test Feng Zichen's strength, felt a chill run down their spines upon seeing the purplish-black evil aura. It was as if a single glance would plunge them into its power, conjuring thoughts of certain death.
"Fellow Daoist, please withdraw your divine power!"
"Your divine power is too powerful; some of the nearby clansmen are already struggling to withstand it."
Seeing many clansmen affected by the evil aura and developing inner demons, Mo Zhang, worried about their safety, smiled wryly and stepped out of the void, calling out to Feng Zichen.
"Oh! I see. I was overthinking it. Please forgive me, fellow Daoists. I will withdraw my divine power immediately." Smiling apologetically at Mo Zhang, Feng Zichen withdrew the Heavenly Divine Fiend.
"Fellow Daoist, you're too kind. If they hadn't harbored ill intentions, they wouldn't have suffered such a fate. It's all their own doing, so there's no need for you
to take it to heart," Mo Zhang said, waving his hand. He knew perfectly well what these clansmen hiding in the shadows were thinking. They simply wanted to test Feng Zichen's strength, to see if he truly possessed the extraordinary talent praised by the Lin Ancestor.
Unfortunately, before they could even make a move, they were rendered speechless by the imposing aura emanating from him. This time, they had truly lost face.
"Fellow Daoist, please follow me. His Majesty has instructed me to take you to the temple to see Him," Mo Zhang said to Feng Zichen after bowing.
"Then I'll trouble you, Fellow Daoist!"
Feng Zichen nodded to Mo Zhang and followed him forward.
This place was far removed from the strife of the primordial world, filled with an atmosphere of peace and tranquility. Along the way, Feng Zichen saw many Qilin cubs playing and frolicking happily.
However, perhaps Feng Zichen's appearance was too fierce, leaving a bad impression on these young Qilins.
As a result, upon seeing Feng Zichen approaching, they showed expressions of terror and scattered in all directions, as if Feng Zichen were some kind of ferocious demon.
Seeing this, Mo Zhang couldn't help but tease, "Haha! Fellow Daoist, you've truly become famous in our Qilin Clan, able to stop a child from crying!"
But as he spoke, he couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Haha! That's hilarious!"
"This..." Teasing from Mo Zhang, Feng Zichen opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, only managing an awkward smile and remaining silent.
"That's... Huangzhong Li?!"
After walking a while further, a large tree appeared in Feng Zichen's field of vision.
The tree was only about ten thousand feet tall, yet it gave him a feeling of being able to block out the sky. Moreover, the tree was shrouded in chaotic primordial energy, and it bore nine fruits, each bearing the characters "Huangzhong".
"Fellow Daoist, this tree is called the Yellow Plum. Its flowers resemble lotus blossoms, and its fruit resembles pearly stamens. Both the flowers and fruit bear the characters 'Yellow Plum,' hence the name."
"This tree flowers once every ten thousand years, bears fruit once every ten thousand years, and matures once every ten thousand years. In thirty thousand years, it has only produced eighty-one fruits, making it exceptionally precious." "
If a Celestial Immortal smells its fragrance, they can gain a thousand years of cultivation. If they are fortunate enough to eat a single fruit, they can instantly become a Taiyi Golden Immortal."
"This tree is a top-grade innate spiritual root, an unparalleled treasure for suppressing the fortune of our Beast Clan, comparable to innate treasures!"
Seeing the shock in Feng Zichen's eyes, Mo Zhang introduced it with a hint of pride.
In ancient times, three top-grade innate spiritual roots existed: the Innate Jianmu, the Innate Wutong Tree, and the Innate Yellow Plum. They were obtained by three different clans to suppress their own clan's fortune.
"Indeed, this tree is extraordinary!" Feng Zichen nodded in agreement.
Innate spiritual roots are incredibly rare, let alone top-tier ones like the Yellow Plum. In some aspects, aside from offensive power, they are indeed not much inferior to innate treasures.
(End of Chapter)