Chapter 1656: Chapter 1384: High Wall Welcos Nurous Guests
Once, twice.
Li Fan’s Divine Sense swept over repeatedly, yet he couldn’t pinpoint what had caused the Immortal Array to misjudge around this Storytelling Master.
“Perhaps it’s not because of him personally…”
Furrowing his brows, Li Fan began carefully examining the nearby objects.
Finally, his gaze landed on the blackwood clapper used by the Storytelling Master.
“This thing…”
It appeared unremarkable, just an ordinary pitch-black slab.
But the mont Li Fan grasped it, he felt a refreshing chill penetrate his Divine Soul.
“Hm?”
Ever since attaining enlightennt in the [Infinite Fulfillnt and Emptiness thod], Li Fan’s Divine Soul had remained in a state of “Perfection,” sustaining itself at its absolute limit. Even with minor injuries, it could instantly recover using the Power of Five Elents and Primordial Circulation.
His Divine Soul had already reached a formidable Realm, capable of growing only increntally with breakthroughs to his cultivation base. In truth, ever since he advanced to the God Transformation Stage, Li Fan’s Divine Soul had not strengthened further.
And now, with the infusion of this cold aura, Li Fan felt his Divine Soul slowly solidify, as if the bottleneck was loosening!
“Hiss… What kind of treasure is this blackwood clapper?” Amid his excitent, Li Fan beca even more vigilant.
After all, the strength of his Divine Soul had reached a level comparable to the Xuanhuang Longevity Realm.
Once one approached the limits, improvent was no longer achievable rely through effort.
“Within the Mystic Immortal Boat’s Mi Chang, treasures abound, yet I’ve found none useful to . And to think the Xuanhuang World still conceals…”
Li Fan cautiously laid down an Immortal Array to isolate the blackwood clapper.
He then searched the Spirit Consciousness of the Storytelling Master for clues about its origins.
It was not so heirloom steeped in legend but was made from a tree in the man’s courtyard that he had chopped, carved, and polished himself.
Li Fan brought the man, nad Ge Daoquan, back to his ho.
In the courtyard, the lush, erald-green tree still stood tall.
The mont he entered the yard, Li Fan sensed sothing unusual.
It was akin to stepping out of the scorching sumr sun into a comforting shade.
Two words.
Peaceful!
For an ordinary cultivator, the sheer contrast might have caused them to moan with relief right then and there.
Li Fan took a deep breath, his vigilance still intact, and slowly approached the tree.
The leaves began to rustle, though no wind stirred.
Unique trees—especially those with mystical properties—were not uncommon to Li Fan, given his many experiences through Reincarnation.
In the Xuanhuang World, there were Wanspirit, Celestial Flower, Leyline energies—ancient entities like the Xuanhuang Three Trees and the Ruo Mu, origin of living beings.
In the depths of the Mystic Immortal Boat, there was a God Tree tied to the Ancient Divine Wood Sect.
But all of these differed from the tree before him.
None of them—neither the Three Trees nor Ruo Mu—were as simple.
Each bore sentience and an eerie, uncanny essence reminiscent of spirits or monsters.
But this courtyard tree…
It was purely a tree.
Pure, yet extraordinary.
The crisp sound of the leaves colliding gradually unraveled the tension Li Fan had harbored throughout this lifeti.
Li Fan did not know the na of this tree.
At this mont, he felt no urge to seek answers. He simply sat cross-legged beneath it, contemplating in silence akin to Enlightennt.
A gentle breeze stirred, dislodging dozens of glossy green leaves that drifted downward.
Like radiant streams, they flew into Li Fan’s body.
Li Fan’s eyes slowly closed.
When they opened again, ten days had passed.
The struggles, the despair from the hundred lifetis of Reincarnation—the constant fear of monstrous beings of unfathomable cultivation bases erging without warning, the near-death monts followed by lingering dread…
All these burdens, entrenched deep within his soul, had been wholly erased.
It felt as if he had slept soundly and completely.
His body and spirit, inside and out, were rejuvenated.
Standing up again, Li Fan felt an unprecedented clarity in his mind.
He gazed at the tree in the courtyard.
Its extraordinary aura receded, appearing in his eyes as nothing more than an ordinary tree.
Just a simple, plain tree.
Li Fan found himself recalling the fleeting images that flashed during his ten-day slumber.
mories drawn from the tree itself.
A streak of brilliance tore across the heavens, crashing near the tree.
Lifeless and still, it resembled a blood-stained, charred sphere, as though it had been burned to the brink of destruction.
Over ti, the sphere’s eroded shell began to fall away.
From within crawled a newborn baby.
The baby did not wail incessantly as most newborns might. Instead, it looked around, eventually settling on a direction, and began to crawl forward with resolute determination.
Soon, it disappeared from the tree’s view.
As for the sphere’s outer shell, under wind, sun, and rain, it dissolved gradually, turning into nourishnt absorbed by the tree.
…
In the heavens, tremors and fiery flashes abound, hinting at a brutal cosmic warfare underway.
A shadowy figure silently approached the tree.
“How can it be just a tree?”
“Could the lock-on device have malfunctioned?”
“This cursed place…”
In the man’s hand stood a chanical one-eyed miniature figure. Its golden eye glead, pointing unwaveringly at the tree.
The man’s expression showed both confusion and urgency as he tinkered with the contraption, yet the figure’s gaze did not waver.
Frustrated, the man cursed aloud and threw the chanical doll to the ground.
From above, cultivators seed to have noticed the man below.
The man’s expression changed slightly, and he escaped as a streak of golden light.
Days later, the chanical doll lay buried deep beneath the earth.
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