The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 170: Ancient Tree of Life, Chaos Immortal Embryo

The small chaotic world has its own rules and breeds immortal spirits. It is born in the vast chaos and has only appeared a few times since ancient times.

It is rarer than fairy treasures such as the Creation Spring and is extremely rare, and even the ancient imperial city is hard to find.

The small world was filled with chaotic air and a fragrant smell. There were countless rare and precious plants growing there, magical herbs everywhere, and divine flowers blooming brilliantly. The chaotic vision was like the morning glow, replacing the chaotic sky.

Strands of avenue chains entangled and wandered in the sky, absorbing the essence of chaos and spreading all kinds of strange substances.

Below is a treasure that was formed after trillions of years of chaos. Divine springs gurgle, spewing out rays of light. Large tracts of five-colored soil connect the mountains and the land. It is filled with energy that is unimaginable. It is simply a treasure trove of immortals.

There are Chaos Treasures that appear nonchalantly on the five-colored soil, flashing charming halos, between the precious medicines, above the mountains, and in the center of the lakes. Some only show a corner and are buried deep underground.

These treasures come in various shapes and sizes, and each one is perfect. They are created by heaven and earth, and are of great use to the Great Sage. Their number is astonishingly large.

The Medicine King withered and flourished and can be seen everywhere. In a mountain stream, next to a spiritual spring, there is an ancient tree, overflowing with divine power and life essence. It is covered with the imprints of the Great Dao and contains fragments of the laws within. It is like a supreme elixir formed by the combination of immortal matter.

Its roots are thick and big like coiled dragons, extending sturdily to the earth's veins, winding endlessly, taking root in the spiritual springs, enjoying the most supreme fortune.

The precious tree is luxuriant, with clear veins in its bark and leaves, as translucent as glass. The whole tree is emerald green, with a flourishing crown that looks like an extension of a mushroom. It radiates divine light, exhales fairy mist, and is peaceful, natural, and otherworldly.

There is no fruit on the tree, or rather, it is a fruit itself, containing immortal essence that can be extracted to allow people to live into the next life.

"It is at the opposite extreme from the miraculous medicine like the Nine Wonderful Immortal Elixir. It has only one special effect, which is a strong vitality that is inexhaustible and endless."

Zhang Huan walked forward, feeling somewhat shocked. This elixir of immortality was unexpectedly familiar to him. It was the ancient tree of life from later generations, the one that had gone through many hands and was divided into two by Daoyi and Liu'er Mihou!

"I didn't expect it to fall into my hands in the ancient times."

Zhang Huan muttered to himself, and then he sensed a divine thought. It was the Ancient Tree of Life showing goodwill!

It asked Zhang Huan to take it away and was willing to leave here together. It had been an unknown amount of time since it took root in this chaotic little world, and even the elixir of immortality felt it was time to leave.

His mind was hazy, and the childish voice of the elixir of immortality was like that of a confused child. It told Zhang Huan that it had been rooted here for too long and felt that it was almost decayed, and it longed to return to the main universe.

This is a desire that emerges from the depths of the soul, occupying its thoughts. After being stagnant in chaos for a long time, the elixir of immortality actually also has a feeling of "homesickness".

"Is it a subjective emotion, or is it the work of the laws of heaven and earth, or is it the influence of the Immortal King's past incarnation?"

It stands to reason that as long as there is a suitable environment for the immortality elixir to grow, it will take root and last forever.
Zhang Huan didn't think twice. Since this elixir of immortality asked to follow him, he naturally couldn't refuse. No matter what the reason was, the result would benefit Zhang Huan.

The chaotic energy was surging, and Zhang Huan made a promise, promising to take it away along with the entire chaotic world in a while.

Walking to another place, Zhang Huan did not show much emotion when he saw the exotic flowers and plants, and even fairy gold, as these things were of no value to him.

Although it would attract a lot of great saints and quasi-emperors to fight for it in the outside world, but here in Zhang Huan's place, he has an entire world, so it would just become ordinary with more things.

Not to mention that he also has stocks in the world stone, which are more than just square meters, but are simply mountains of fairy gold. Naturally, he is no longer so excited when he sees the fairy gold in these chaotic small worlds.

At the end of the road is the place where the most important fairy treasures of the Chaos Small World are located, the Chaos Fairy Spirit Embryo and the Chaos Spirit Treasure that Quasi-Emperor Tianxu has coveted all his life!

It is like the center of the entire small world, with brilliant rays of light, and the inner colorful fairy light mixed with darkness, just like a living heart. The chaotic energy is thick, like a placenta, and there are thousands of threads of light of law weaving a net that entraps it.

The overall color is milky white, like a ball of light, with thousands of auspicious colors. The origin of chaos is clearly visible, the symbols are reorganized and combined, and there is a flash of fairy light.

"If I swallow the origin of chaos, I wonder if I can live another life."

This kind of thing was born from chaos and is also rich in immortal substances. The laws of chaos are formed in its origin. If you refine and comprehend it, it is not impossible to use it to realize the mystery of opening the next life.

Zhang Huan's eyes were calm as he stared at the immortal fetus. The flying immortal shadow in it trembled, as if it heard Zhang Huan's words and looked flustered.

"The naturally born Chaos True Spirit and the Immortal Fetus conceived by Chaos are both rare creations in ancient and modern times. The emergence of either one would be a sensation that shook the universe, not to mention that they happened to be born in this small world at the same time."

This was originally an event with a probability so small that it was impossible, but it happened in the chaotic small world. It can be called a miracle, and it may be the only one in history.

Perhaps it is this special environment that allows a soul to be born in the chaotic immortal fetus. If it is completely integrated, then it will be the moment when it truly transforms into life. At the current slow progress, it may take millions of years.

It is too against the will of heaven, so the conditions for its birth are extremely harsh. Heaven and earth are blocking its way, but once it is born, it will be an unrivaled creature no less than a chaotic body. If it does not die, it will surely achieve enlightenment.

"I am the first to arrive. In the future, there will be others who will come and find me. Maybe in the ancient times, they became the death calamity of this Chaos True Spirit and took away the Ancient Tree of Life."

Since there are no rumors about it in later generations, it must have died early. Human calamity is also a way to hinder the Tao. Based on the known information, it can be inferred that Daoyi’s father, the emperor, is a major suspect!

The flying fairy's shadow sways, and it looks like a real figure in the fairy light, hazy and dreamy, and the reality cannot be seen clearly. White petals are flying around the body, fairy flowers are blooming, and the sound of the avenue is exquisite.

She flew towards Zhang Huan, as if she wanted to look him in the face, but finally stopped and looked at each other in auspicious colors, emitting a peaceful and Taoist charm, as if she wanted to calm Zhang Huan's mood and make him feel independent of the world.

The Chaos True Spirit already has intelligence, and its immortal shadows are intertwined in the immortal womb, like a fish in the water. She just hasn't transformed yet. She is a true spirit in herself, so she is naturally born with wisdom.

"You want to beg for mercy, but you also want me to help you?"

Zhang Huan laughed, is this possible?

Faced with established facts, no matter how hard the True Spirit tried to persuade, it would be in vain. Sure enough, seeing that Zhang Huan was unmoved, the True Spirit knew that it could not escape, so it simply gave up struggling and let Zhang Huan do it.

Covered by the Immortal Cauldron, the fairy green light was surging, and the laws of the entire chaotic small world were gradually assimilated and absorbed, gradually shrinking and incorporated into Zhang Huan's Sea of ​​Bitterness. The mountains, rivers and spiritual springs were like treasures carefully carved by God. Chaotic energy gushed out as if the world was created, and countless things emerged in the Sea of ​​Bitterness.

"Finally, I have obtained the Chaos Immortal Treasure. Not to mention the Immortal Elixir, the Chaos Immortal Embryo will definitely be of great use in the future."

Zhang Huan returned along the way he came. The Chaos Immortal Fetus has extremely high value whether it is directly refined or cultivated. He will see the situation in the future.

The time spent on the return trip was much faster than on the way there. Within two hours, Zhang Huan had opened up the road between the two coordinates. Naturally, he did not need to open up a new path forward as he did on the way here.

The two array diagrams were somewhat damaged, but not seriously. Zhang Huan put them away, took a last look at the abyss, and with one palm, wiped out all traces, forever sealing the existence of the small chaotic world. The earth cracked, gullies rose and fell, burying the abyss. After everything was done, Zhang Huan suddenly tore open the space and left this place while the world was still in a panic.

The Zhang family is a hegemon in the northwest. They have a saint and saint soldiers in charge. No one dares to mess with them. The family heirlooms are actually great holy weapons that are not shown to the outside world and have always been called holy weapons.

Zhang Huan gazed silently into the void and did not return to the Zhang family. The patriarch was still in good health and could live for more than 3,000 years. The family was also prosperous, which was enough. Living a good life in the northwest was also the wish of the ancestor to settle down.

It was better not to reveal any news about himself and his family in Zhongzhou. Zhang Huan suddenly thought of something and instantly entered the dark room of the ancestral hall. He saw the large teleportation array pattern that had sent him to the Central Continent still on the ground.

"Sure enough, it is not a one-time transmission. It seems to be scrapped after one use, but in fact, some materials are deliberately hidden, and it can be transmitted several times. Anyone with the Zhang family bloodline can activate the transmission."

This was the last path that the ancestor of Zhang Huan's lineage prepared for future generations. Although they said it could only be activated once, they actually couldn't bear it and prepared more times.

"I guess they had considered this at the beginning, so they didn't say it out loud. However, the Zhang family has enough space to live in the northwest for generations. Let these array patterns disappear with the wind. It's best if the two Zhang families never come into contact with each other."

The array pattern has always existed and will definitely be activated in the future. In order to avoid unexpected events, it is better to completely cut off the possibility of contact between the two Zhang families.

Zhang Huan waved his hand, bringing up a breeze that blew away the array patterns, erasing them in the air, and then left.

"The road to becoming an immortal is coming, and the prehistoric world will encounter a catastrophe. It is best to finish the arrangements after a while, take some relatives and friends away, and seek refuge in the outer space."

Zhang Huan thought about it and went to the Northern Region. He wanted to inquire about the latest situation on the road to becoming an immortal. The Jidao Family definitely had more information than other forces. Among the Jidao forces, only the Taihao Holy Land had some friendship with him.

From now on, when traveling in Zhongzhou and other places, the Zhang family in Zhongzhou will always be a trouble. It cannot be solved for the time being. It is best to keep a low profile and change your identity.

Northern Territory, Taihao Holy Land.

Inside the magnificent hall, Saint Hua Ling was calm and composed as she basked in the gazes of the saints, reporting her work in an orderly manner. She did not show any panic when being questioned by the Holy Lord in such an important occasion.

Her temperament has completely changed. She has lost her childishness and become mature and steady, with the unique charm of a young noble lady.

Her figure and body shape are the same as before, or rather, they are exactly the same. Her slightly shorter height is a barrier that she cannot get rid of.

The River Map and the Luoshu are shaped like a planet of knowledge. While rotating, they change into various forms, revealing the secrets of change. There are countless stars orbiting around them, making stellar movements. They are related to the I Ching and the Eight Trigrams, and are a star array that is deduced in an exhausted manner.

Only by using the realm as chess pieces can one deduce the heavens. The methods of the ancient emperors are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

"Wait a minute, we have an acquaintance who we haven't seen for a long time and he is back. We will report the information related to Zhongzhou tomorrow."

Hetu and Luoshu spoke, interrupting the meeting, leaving only a few people including the Saint Maiden.

"My Lord, the Imperial Soldier."

After the irrelevant people left, an ancient swordsman with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes stepped forward to ask a question with doubt in his heart.

"Which guest has come to cause the Hetu Luoshu to clear the field? Could it be a big shot from another holy land? Or has he returned?"

Saint Hua Ling was very active. She held her chin and pretended to think. She looked unfathomable, her lively eyes blinking constantly as she looked around.

She is now a powerful Saint King at the peak of her powers, and is definitely a top figure in the prehistoric world. However, she is still a little detached when there are no outsiders around, and her temperament is too mature.

"Three Saints and the Saintess"

Without any need for guidance, Zhang Huan descended directly from the void, emitting an unfathomable aura that was as deep as the ocean, leaving the Three Saints speechless for a moment.

Just now when he was contacting the River Map and the Luo Shu, he naturally did not hide his realm, and it was the same until now. Sometimes, clearly letting the other party know how powerful you are can avoid a lot of unnecessary trouble. At least the status during the conversation will be completely different.

"You, you are the Holy Son? Are you a quasi-emperor?"

The female saint's beautiful eyes moved, her spiritual sense tested again and again, and she spoke in a trembling voice with disbelief.

The reason she was able to react so quickly was purely due to her years of experience. As for the others, the sword cultivator Hua Xun had a serious look on his face, his blood and energy were difficult to calm down, and he had not yet come to his senses. The same was true for the remaining great saint body cultivator.

Hua Ling even covered her mouth with her hands, staring at Zhang Huan with her big eyes without blinking, her reaction was beyond words.

"After nearly a hundred years of separation, I didn't expect that you would progress so fast and have already reached the Quasi-Emperor. I thought that even if you were so amazing, you would only be a mid-level Great Sage now, and you would need another three hundred years of practice to become a Quasi-Emperor. But I didn't expect that I was just looking at the world from a narrow perspective."

Hetu Luoshu sighed softly, he never thought that Zhang Huan's progress would be so rapid. In the past hundred years, he soared all the way from a mid-level Saint King, crossed two major realms, and even broke into the shackles of Quasi-Emperor.

"So, is it really him who has returned? Could it be that the Quasi-Emperor who descended three months ago was the Holy Son?"

The Holy Lord's soul was floating and looking towards the River Map and Luo Shu. The person in front of her greatly subverted her cognition.

You have to know that the three of them are all at the peak of Great Saints, and have wasted nearly two thousand years at this level, and still have no hope of becoming a Quasi-Emperor, while Zhang Huan...
A monster among cultivators, compared to the evildoers, he is not even as good as a single hair of his. He is a hundred-year-old quasi-emperor, even myths dare not make up such a story!
"It is undoubtedly the Holy Son. I have seen him with my own eyes and recognize his aura. Besides, didn't Lord Hetu Luoshu also admit it?"

Hua Xun let out a breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, and spoke in a gentle voice.

Things change over time. It was no exaggeration to say that the Holy Son who had amazed me when he returned to the Northern Territory has now become an invincible strong man in the starry sky.

It was only a short time before and after this, just the time it took to take a nap. At first, he had thought about accepting a disciple, and after inheriting his mantle, he would start to retreat into seclusion and strive to become a quasi-emperor.

Looking back now, he really did not know whether to laugh or cry. He hadn't even made preparations for his retreat yet, but the other party had already surpassed him in achievements, so how could he even think of accepting him as a disciple?

It would be more appropriate for him to be his disciple. The path to immortality is long and arduous, and the one who achieves success comes first. Age and other things are not important at all.

"Speaking of which, Holy Son, why are you here this time? Do you want to return to the Holy Land of Taihao and no longer be a Holy Son with a name but no reality?"

The River Map and the Luo Shu are straightforward.

(End of this chapter)