Tian Yuan

He raised his left hand and gently pressed it on the door.

The spiritual energy in the body circulated throughout the body, and powerful force was added to the palm of his hand, which was pushed towards the door.

At first, the gate stood proudly motionless.

However, as Chen Qingyuan pressed harder and harder, he could clearly feel a change.

The green gate shook slightly, and some debris corroded by the power of time fell off.

There were signs of loosening, which made Chen Qingyuan happy, and he applied a little more force to the door.

After half an incense stick of time, the restriction of the green door could no longer bear it. With a "bang", the restriction wrapped around the door collapsed, and with a "clang", the door opened.

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan condensed a protective mysterious world in every part of his body to prevent any accidents.

Pushing open the ancient gate, what comes into view is a huge white jade round platform.

There were dozens of cushions placed at the edge of the circular platform. The space was wide and seemed very spacious, without any crowding at all.

In a trance, Chen Qingyuan saw a series of human figures appearing and sitting down on Putian one after another.

The circular platform became a place for discussing philosophy.

The picture is blurry and the figures are confused.

Slowly, Chen Qingyuan's vision became clearer and he could see a remnant of the long river of history.

Some people were practicing with swords and talking about their feelings.

The sword light surged and moved as the heart wished, sometimes turning into a rushing river, sometimes turning into a pleasant breeze.

Some people sit opposite each other, brewing tea and chatting about everything under the sun.

The sound of Tao lingers, echoing between heaven and earth, lingering for a long time.

Some people laugh at the heroes of the time, saying that they reek of alcohol and are full of heroic spirit.

The spiritual energy fluctuates and the laws resonate.

Everyone has different perceptions of the road to greatness, and they discuss with each other and exchange ideas.

The Way of the Five Elements, the Law of Yin and Yang, the flash of swords, the thunder and lightning...

These great practitioners were so immersed in it that they forgot about time and enjoyed the process of discussing and talking with fellow practitioners. They were in a good mood and laughed heartily.

Chen Qingyuan closed his eyes and dispelled the illusion before him.

When I opened my eyes again, the place was empty, dilapidated and had been abandoned for a long time.

“A place for discussion of the truth in a certain era.”

Through the shadow of time he had just seen, it was not difficult for Chen Qingyuan to make a judgment.

"Why didn't this place appear some time ago? Is it because something happened that caused this incident?"

Compared to searching for this ancient academy for discussing Taoism, Chen Qingyuan was more curious about the reason why the ancient academy appeared.

Perhaps something important happened somewhere in the great world, which affected the path to enlightenment, causing the foggy sea of ​​the Ninth Heaven to roll up waves, revealing traces of the past.

Even if something big really happened, Chen Qingyuan, who was here, would be completely unaware of it.

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan, with all kinds of doubts in his mind, carefully searched every corner of the ancient courtyard.

Two days later, something extraordinary was obtained.

At the deepest part of the main courtyard, where the ground is hard and black, there is a sycamore tree.

At a glance, the sycamore tree has withered and is filled with a dead atmosphere.

This tree was probably planted millions of years ago, and it is surprising that it has not decayed into debris.

After a careful inspection, I made a surprising discovery.

"That's..." Chen Qingyuan saw a bud slightly larger than a hair on a branch. His eyes changed and he looked surprised: "Life!"

Very weak fluctuations in vitality can easily be overlooked if you don't observe carefully.

Chen Qingyuan was originally planning to turn around and leave, but when he took a quick glance, he saw such an unusual phenomenon.

Unbelievable!

Putting aside the question of why this paulownia tree has survived millions of years without turning into dust, it is truly shocking and incredible that it could actually produce a few buds in such a state of complete loss of life.

"A miracle."

Chen Qingyuan took a few steps closer and saw this ray of life more clearly.

It is definitely not an illusion, let alone an illusion.

Real sprouts of vitality, something extraordinary.

"Xingluo Courtyard, the phoenix tree." Chen Qingyuan began to recall the many details he had captured in the ancient courtyard over the past two days. His eyes were deep and he muttered to himself, "Could it be the dojo of the Phoenix Clan's ancestor?"

The phoenix roosts on the paulownia tree, which comes from our ancestors.

According to legend, a long time ago, the ancestor of the Phoenix clan sat under a paulownia tree and realized the truth. Later, he refined the paulownia tree into a treasure and ascended to the throne.

Since then, the Phoenix Clan has regarded the Wutong tree as their ancestral tree and worshipped it as a sacred object that should not be desecrated.

"Could this tree be the special imperial weapon mentioned in ancient books?"

Thinking of this, Chen Qingyuan's eyes changed significantly when he looked at the sycamore tree, flickering and unclear from time to time.

Using living things as the basis, they are refined into peerless treasures.

This is not the only one in the history, but it is extremely rare.

“If it’s really the Wutong Emperor’s soldiers, it’s understandable that they could hold out for millions of years without returning to nothingness.”

Although the imperial weapon is very powerful, without the nourishment of the clan's original power, it will be slowly corrupted by the power of time, and eventually lose its Taoist charm and turn into a mortal object.

"How strange that dead things can give birth to new shoots!"

Chen Qingyuan has a wealth of experience, but he was also amazed and found it difficult to understand what he saw today.

Only extremely special precious medicines need to be cultivated in places with strong death energy.

The young buds of the paulownia tree are born towards death.

This kind of situation has never happened before in my life.

After controlling his emotions, Chen Qingyuan began to further observe the sprouts to see what changes would occur in the future, whether they would grow further or die due to the power of death.

Half an hour later, the tender buds slightly stretched out their small and thin leaves.

Chen Qingyuan watched intently and made a keen discovery.

"A very faint and strange wave. Is it sensing my presence and greeting me?"

A subtle law floated out from the tender bud and slowly fell on Chen Qingyuan's right index finger, causing his fingertips to move slightly.

"interesting."

Chen Qingyuan became very interested in such a wonderful thing.

I raised my right hand involuntarily, stretched out my index finger, moved it close to the bud, and touched it lightly with very little force.

The moment he touched it, a layer of faint green light invisible to ordinary people appeared on the surface of Chen Qingyuan's body, and a faint sound surrounded his ears.

Is it communicating with me?

Are you asking for help?

After a few breaths, Chen Qingyuan withdrew his hand, and the sound in his ear disappeared. He stared at the newly grown green sprout, his thoughts in disarray and his brows furrowed.

"Then I'll help you."

After thinking deeply for a while, Chen Qingyuan made a decision. With his ability, he was not afraid even if it was a trap.

"Whether you can survive depends on your own luck."

After saying that, Chen Qingyuan took out a palm-sized piece of spiritual soil from a Sumeru ring and poured a few drops of ninth-grade spiritual liquid on it.

Then, a gentle force flowed through his fingertips, and he lightly tapped the air to wrap the tender bud. Then, with a little force, he plucked it off and planted it in the spiritual soil.

"Om-"

After a while, the tender buds bloomed with a few rays of light.