The comet remained silent, only relentlessly unleashing heavenly tribulations.

Chapter 84 Innate Spiritual Roots

The Milky Way flows swiftly away, carrying not only countless fragments of stars, but also numerous mythical mountains and continents of varying sizes suspended within its waters.

Some of these continents are only a few hundred miles in circumference, while others stretch for tens of thousands of miles, as vast as a continent.

Within the area, one can vaguely see hermits living in seclusion, and even many ancient immortal gates built upon it. Spiritual birds fly about, and the sound of bells can be faintly heard, creating a scene reminiscent of immortals.

As Song Yi flew along, a slight thought suddenly occurred to him.

It seemed as if some unseen force was drawing me in.

He looked down and saw a fairy island floating quietly on the edge of the Milky Way.

"The innate bond is actually responding at this moment. Could it be that there is some kind of primordial object yet to be born hidden below?"

Since awakening his innate bond, he has had an almost instinctive connection to innate spiritual objects.

The fact that we can sense something here suggests that there are likely extraordinary things hidden on this island.

Thinking of this, he immediately suppressed his escape light and silently landed on the immortal island.

This island is about 500 li in circumference and was likely evolved from a fragment of the core of an extremely large ancient star.

Even after countless years, Song Yi could still feel the purest stellar energy in the surrounding air as he walked on it.

In the center of the fairy island grows a lush forest of fairy jujubes.

These celestial dates absorb starlight and spiritual energy; each one is the size of a baby's fist, with a faint glow flowing across its skin.

Song Yi casually picked one and took a bite. It was crisp and refreshing, and the juice inside was as sweet as a spring of nectar, turning into a wisp of pure immortal energy that rushed straight to his limbs and bones.

This is indeed a good spiritual root and unique species.

Song Yi casually selected a few of the oldest trees with the deepest Daoist charm, and with a flick of his long sleeve, he stored them in the golden pagoda space he carried with him, preparing to take them back to his Daoist temple in the lower realm for planting.

After carefully storing the spiritual root, he followed the faint guidance of that innate cause and effect and searched the island for a long time.

Finally, Song Yi opened his mouth and blew away a patch of mist, arriving at a secluded stream.

The stream here is crystal clear, and you can vaguely see various luminous carp playing and swimming at the bottom.

In the center of the lake where the streams converge, lies a huge, stubborn rock.

The stubborn rock was covered with moss, and under the polishing of time and flowing water, its shape actually resembled a stone tortoise lying on the ground.

Song Yi sensed that the source of the Qi was right here.

Without further hesitation, he raised his hand and summoned his True Lord Seal.

The precious seal shot into the sky, then transformed into a streak of light, carrying the force of tearing through the air, and slammed heavily onto the stone tortoise.

There was no loud crash as expected, but instead of the sound of metal and stone shattering.

Instead, the void there rippled with concentric circles of spatial waves.

As Song Yi stepped inside, the scene before him suddenly opened up.

This is a small world hidden in the void, about a hundred miles in circumference. There is no sun or moon overhead, but a hazy, clear light shines down from the sky, illuminating the entire world as if it were the first light of dawn.

The innate spiritual energy between heaven and earth was extremely rich, so much so that it had condensed into a light mist that flowed between the mountains and rivers.

The ground was covered with patches of spiritual herbs and ancient vines, and the air was filled with an extremely ancient aura, seemingly out of place in the present Three Realms.

"It really is a small world!"

A look of surprise appeared in Song Yi's eyes.

After the primordial chaos was shattered, small worlds that could be preserved intact became extremely rare.

In particular, the spiritual energy here has not dissipated, and it is clear that it has never been eroded by external pollutants.

His gaze quickly fell on the center of the small world.

There stood a magnificent ancient tree.

This tree is about ten zhang tall, with a deep blue-green trunk that twists and turns like a dragon. Its branches and leaves are like needles, stretching outwards in layers, and it faintly exudes a primordial Daoist charm.

Each pine needle seemed to radiate a subtle, ethereal light.

Even more strangely, deep within the earth's veins beneath the tree, innate spiritual energy continuously gushed forth, like a spring.

"A low-grade innate spiritual root?"

Song Yi couldn't help but take a light breath.

Even in the ancient and primordial era, innate spiritual roots were extremely precious.

Between heaven and earth, all that can truly be called innate spiritual roots are born from the creation of heaven and earth.

Trees like the peach tree, ginseng fruit tree, hibiscus tree, and laurel tree were born from chaos.

In comparison, there are relatively more common innate spiritual plants.

While not quite common, they were still quite prevalent in famous mountains and rivers of ancient times.

The ancient divine pine tree before us has surpassed all other innate spiritual plants, reaching the level of a low-grade innate spiritual root.

Song Yi slowly walked around the ancient pine tree and quickly noticed something was wrong.

The spiritual energy of this entire small world does not simply originate from the ancient tree, but rather from the faint sound of dragon roars emanating from deep underground.

Strands of primordial spiritual energy continuously gush forth from the ground, then are absorbed and transformed by the ancient pine trees, in a continuous cycle.

"I see." Song Yi's eyes lit up with joy. "There's actually a hidden innate spiritual vein here."

After the primordial world was shattered, the innate spiritual energy gradually dried up. Many innate spiritual roots degenerated into acquired spiritual plants because they lost the nourishment of innate spiritual veins.

This secluded realm, isolated from the outside world, has preserved a complete spiritual vein to this day.

This thing is even more valuable than that naturally formed pine tree.

If placed in the lower realm, it would be enough to establish a foundation for a celestial sect.

"Since we've met, it must be fate that we're destined to be together."

Without further delay, Song Yi reached to his waist and summoned a dazzling Immortal Binding Lock.

The chains rose into the air with a clanging sound, and countless innate restrictions appeared on the chains as they drilled into the depths of the earth's veins.

That spiritual vein had slumbered beneath the earth for countless years, and had long since developed some spirituality.

Sensing that it was being captured, it roared and struggled wildly underground like an enraged ancient dragon.

In an instant, the entire small world shook violently, the void cracked open, and the powerful innate earth energy transformed into a raging torrent, almost breaking the Immortal Binding Lock.

Rumble!

The earth cracked, the mountains collapsed, and a phantom of a spiritual vein thousands of feet long burst forth from the ground.

Its body was enveloped in innate spiritual light, and its dragon mouth opened, emitting deep dragon roars.

The Immortal Binding Lock was wrapped around it, but it was constantly shaken open by the spiritual veins.

Song Yi dared not be negligent. He formed hand seals and unleashed a surge of magical power. The restrictions on the Immortal Binding Lock immediately shone brightly, tightly binding the spiritual veins.

Even so, the spiritual vein continued to struggle, shaking the entire space until it was on the verge of collapse.

Song Yi had no choice but to summon the Eight Treasures Xuanhuang Pagoda once again.

The pagoda swelled in the wind, growing to a height of a hundred feet, and cascading down streams of dark yellow energy as heavy as Mount Tai.

Under the dual suppression of the Eight Treasures Profound Yellow Pagoda and the Immortal Binding Lock, the raging innate spiritual vein finally let out a mournful cry and transformed into a crystal-clear light dragon several meters long, which was then absorbed into the space of the pagoda.

Seeing the spiritual vein being taken away, the ten-zhang-tall innate divine pine tree began to shake violently, and its leaves fell one after another.

Although this divine pine tree is not a fruit tree that can bear divine fruit, which greatly reduces its value, it is naturally endowed with the mysterious effect of suppressing fortune and nailing down the earth's veins.

As long as it exists, the innate spiritual veins collected can be firmly locked in the new training ground, and there will never be the slightest leakage.

With a flash of light, the golden pagoda, along with the soil within a hundred feet around the sacred pine, was taken into its possession.

After scraping the ground three feet deep, this little world completely lost its spiritual energy and began to collapse inch by inch.

With a swift movement, Song Yi exited the hidden space along the same path and landed back on the bank of the stream on Tianhe Immortal Island.

However, just as he was about to ride away in his escape light, he saw a streak of light flash across the sky and land not far ahead in the blink of an eye, transforming into the appearance of a middle-aged Taoist.

As soon as the Taoist priest appeared, a dense and malevolent demonic aura swept over the area, startling the celestial carp in the stream into diving to the bottom.

"Hahahaha! Who would have thought that I, Tianyunzi, would truly have such incredible luck? I was merely traveling in the Milky Way, yet I stumbled upon an ancient, unearthed spatial realm!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest laughed incessantly, his voice filled with arrogance and greed.

His long, narrow, demonic eyes swept across the island before finally settling on Song Yi. His gaze was icy, carrying a haughty air of looking down on him, clearly showing that he didn't take Song Yi seriously at all.

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