Fusang Sword Heart Diagram

Chapter 109 The Immortal Phoenix Tree
The compass emitted a brilliant light, sprouting a verdant branch that pointed in a certain direction before quickly disappearing. After repeating this several times, a pink spiritual flower bloomed from the sprout.

At the same time, the compass needle points to the Li trigram.

With the Jing Gate appearing, the rest was easy to calculate. Qiu Xingchuan's eyes flashed, he raised his hand to form a hand seal, shot out a beam of spiritual light, and sped away.

After a short while, a smile appeared on his face. "Let's go!"

Qiu Xingchuan led the way, and as they passed piles of corpses, Xuanming couldn't help but ask, "Is this really the place of the Gate of Life? How could so many people have died?"

Xie Taiting patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Brother Qiu's deduction is correct."

"The Eight Gates change with the times; it's normal for the Gate of Death to become the Gate of Opening." Wuchen, who had some knowledge of formations, followed Kongsheng.

He walked at the very back of the hall, which put everyone at ease. After all, the monks of Kongyun Temple were compassionate and would not stab people in the back.

Ning Fusang and Lvwu were in the middle to the end of the group, so even if there was danger ahead, Xie Taiting and the other two would be there to protect them.

This arrangement was originally intended to take care of the only two female cultivators in the team, but they forgot that Ning Fusang was skilled in swordsmanship, and in terms of actual combat strength, she and Xuan Ming were the two most powerful.

Along the wide road, lamp holders were nailed to the walls, and the lamps burned with merman oil. Just a drop could burn for months without going out. Human cultivators called them everlasting lamps or ten-thousand-year lamps.

Wuchen had never seen such flames before, so he couldn't help but take a second look.

"I wonder who the owner of this palace is. We've been walking for so long and still haven't seen the main hall." Green Willow's voice echoed in the empty room.

"Perhaps he is a demon cultivator," Xie Taiting said, his words reflecting his own thoughts.

After all, before this, there had never been any trace of human cultivators setting foot in the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm. This secret realm has been sealed off until now, and only the native demon race within it could have created such a large palace.

He noticed that the symbols carved on the broken stone gate were not the script of Zhongling Tianxia.

The Spirit Feather Palace's beast tamers possess a greater understanding of the demon race than other sects. Upon hearing this, a glint of light flashed in Green Willow's eyes.

Unlike other sects, Huanxitian doesn't avoid demons like the plague. Their illusion techniques, when traced back to their origins, have some connection to the demon race.

Ning Fusang remained silent throughout the journey, communicating with Qian Yuan in her mind's eye, "Can you sense any demonic aura within the palace?"

Qianyuan closed his eyes and released his demonic consciousness. An ancient and primordial aura touched his demonic consciousness, and Qianyuan sensed its presence. He slowly said, "It's a tree demon."

It also gleaned something else from this aura and relayed it to Ning Fusang: "The ancient parasol tree has been dead for three thousand years."

“Follow this road and you will soon see its true form.”

Since Qian Yuan has said so, it seems Qiu Xingchuan has chosen the right path. The people of the Fate Pavilion do possess some real skill.

The paths within the palace were intricate and complex, but Ning Fusang understood once she realized that the palace's owner was a tree spirit.

Perhaps underground, the roots of an ancient tree spirit still take hold.

After walking briskly for about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, a wall appeared before them, and there was no road left.

"Did we take the wrong turn at the fork in the road?" Xuanming asked.

Ning Fusang originally thought he was a quiet and very steady person, but as they walked along the way, she discovered that this disciple of the Wuding Mountain Master was actually a bit impatient.

Whenever they encountered even the slightest obstacle, they began to question Qiu Xingchuan's judgment. In Ning Fusang's view, their journey so far had been quite smooth.

Only Qiu Xingchuan, with his good temper, could speak to him kindly, saying, "Brother Xuanming, don't be impatient. The compass shows that the light at the end of the tunnel is right here. Let me study it some more."

He then took the compass, sat cross-legged against the wall, and took out a tortoise shell to perform divination. Green Willow was already used to this; she crossed her arms and waited for Qiu Xingchuan to give her the result.

Xuanming stared at the stone wall, his eyes deep and unfathomable, suppressing the urge to strike it. How could he not be anxious? Everyone who came to the Twin Heavens Spirit Realm was a disciple of a sect, bound by common ties, while he was all alone.

They were the last to enter the Stone Palace. Along the way, besides the impenetrable walls, mechanical puppets, and vengeful spirits, they not only failed to gain any benefits, but also broke two of their magical artifacts.

Xuanming did not make a move, but Ning Fusang did.

From somewhere, the sound of a mechanism came, and the ferret in Xie Taiting's sleeve hissed, warning him of danger.

In the darkness, a dazzling array of light erupted, and a huge circular magic circle appeared on the surface of the stone wall, shooting out cold spears.

boom! boom! boom!
The ground was smashed into a deep crater, and the group retreated three miles. Qiu Xingchuan held a compass in one hand and gripped the tortoise shell tightly in the other. "Fellow Daoist Ning, this..."

Why would such a calm and collected girl act so impulsively at a time like this? Give him two more hours, and he'll definitely have the result!
Ning Fusang said, "Why go through all that trouble?"

The Shattered Light Sword in her hand split into fifty identical flying swords, which slashed at the stone wall. With a "boom," the stone wall shattered into pieces, the light of the magic array disappeared, and in its place, a dazzling white light shone in.

A few stray hairs fluttered by Green Willow's ears, and she felt the flowing wind.

The light slowly faded, and the view opened up before them. A stone path lined with phoenix statues on both sides came into view.

There is more than one such stone path, like stars surrounding the moon, encircling a very thick ancient sycamore tree in the very center.

"The immortal phoenix tree".

Xie Taiting's throat bobbed, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse.

"Even if it was named the Immortal Wutong Tree, didn't it still die?"

Xuanming scoffed, his eyes gleaming as he looked at the few paulownia fruits hanging on the ancient paulownia tree.

The commotion caused by the collapse of the stone gate attracted the attention of the sect disciples who were sitting cross-legged under the ancient tree.

"Senior Sister Green Willow, you've arrived too! That's wonderful!" The female cultivators of Joyful Heaven smiled broadly.

The cultivators under the ancient tree each occupied a plot of land according to their faction. Xuanming had obtained a spot from the Ziyang Sect, so he was with the people from the Ziyang Sect.

Only Wuchen from Kongyun Temple came here. He only knew Ning Fusang and He Jiaxiu, so he stayed with the people from Nanxing Sword Sect.

The two families were originally close.

He Jiaxiu glanced at Wuchen and Ning Fusang, her tone indifferent, "I didn't expect you to arrive so late."

Wuchen thought she was talking to him, but He Jiaxiu said the next thing, "Didn't you receive any messages from the other members of the sect?"

Ning Fusang looked around. Everyone had injuries, and there weren't many people. Then he raised his lips and said indifferently, "So many people have gone to their deaths ahead. One more won't make a difference."

Her gaze lingered on the branches of the ancient sycamore tree.

There are still eight sycamore fruits left, and no one has picked them.

"Who picked the other five sycamore fruits?" she asked casually.

It seems the test of the ancient sycamore tree is quite difficult. Everyone is sitting here, so calm and peaceful, able to get along harmoniously without any conflict.

(End of this chapter)