Man is in the heavens, parasitic on the way

Seeing this scene, Fang Ming, within the world of the seed-fruit, smiled.

The Little Pagoda's bottom line was indeed flexible; just now it was ridiculing him, but now it was taking action personally.

Not long after, the Little Pagoda's voice rang out: "It doesn't know very much either, it only knows that such a sealed place exists. Its ancestors only figured out how to open the small world, but because they caused too much slaughter, they were surrounded and fell by the divinities of this realm. So, what the specific situation is inside still requires us to investigate personally."

The finger-sized golden seed shook, indicating agreement, and then a speck of golden light floated towards the crescent moon-shaped broken blade.

The golden light diffused, bombarding the broken blade that resembled a crescent moon.

The golden light scattered upon contact, and a 'ding ding' sound resonated throughout the area, but Fang Ming was confined here and it could not spread.

This section of the broken blade had a great origin back then, most likely related to the Pumo King.

Fang Ming's voice sounded: "Although this artifact is incomplete, it possesses immortal Dao traces. It must have a very mysterious origin, possibly a remnant artifact of that immortal being back then. Perhaps it is beneficial for Tower Brother's recovery."

Instantly, ripples spread from the Little Pagoda, and its voice sounded somewhat solemn: "Then I thank Profound Heaven Fellow Daoist for the good intention. This artifact is indeed somewhat useful to me."

As the Little Pagoda's voice fell, the crescent moon blade immediately flew into the air, turning into a stream of light and being swallowed by it.

The pure white bone pagoda trembled, emitting continuous and melodious metal vibrations, as if something was colliding within the pagoda body.

Clearly, this remnant artifact possessed a faint spirituality.

As the vibrations spread, the Pumo Tree vanished like a dream bubble.

At this moment, Fang Ming spoke: "Tower Brother, will you come or shall I?"

"Together!" The Little Pagoda quickly responded.

Obviously, compared to Fang Ming, whose origin was unknown, it trusted its own divine abilities more.

"Very well!" The finger-sized golden seed trembled, and the essence of heaven and earth gathered, forming a phantom figure.

If Han Li were here, he would definitely be greatly astonished, as the phantom figure was his appearance.

This was a Dharma body condensed by Fang Ming, considered a type of special avatar.

The finger-sized bone pagoda shook, and a bright light appeared on the pure white pagoda body. A cluster of hazy white light flashed and disappeared instantly, entering the dark and deep spatial passage.

"Is that a Taotie?"

Fang Ming's divine sense flowed, and he saw what the figure in the hazy white light was.

Vaguely, a roar transmitted, and a ferocious beast with a sheep's body, human face, tiger teeth, and human claws flashed past.

"Tower Brother, good divine ability!" Fang Ming praised.

That ferocious beast, the Taotie, was not just a form; it had already acquired 'spirit' and possessed its own intelligence.

He knew that this was one of the manifestations of the 'Transforming Spirit' realm in this world's cultivation system being developed to a profound level.

Although the Little Pagoda was a pagoda, it still had a very deep understanding of the current cultivation system.

The Cave Heaven nurturing spirit was further evolved by it, becoming Cave Heaven nurturing spirit, and the nurtured spirit had already transformed into spirit.

"Just a small trick, not worth mentioning." The Little Pagoda was very calm, without any arrogance.

Its intuition told it that if it hadn't lost five layers of its pagoda body, it could have gone even further and done even more incredible things.

"Profound Heaven Fellow Daoist, let's go in." The Little Pagoda's somewhat serious voice sounded.

Then the finger-sized bone pagoda trembled, turned into a stream of light, broke through the air, and entered the dark and deep spatial passage.

A golden light flashed, and the finger-sized golden seed also disappeared.

Through their respective means, they had already understood the situation inside the small world.

The small world was very small, only a few dozen zhang in circumference, the environment was dim, almost without light.

The ground was dark red, as if dyed with blood, and a coffin was placed in the center.

The ancient coffin lay horizontally, dark red all over. From the outside, nothing could be seen; this coffin was just made of ordinary stone.

Just by looking at it intently, one could feel a strange aura flowing, like a bottomless abyss in front, as if it wanted to swallow everything completely!

Next to the red coffin, the spirit-spirit released by the Little Pagoda and Fang Ming's avatar stood, watching the coffin in front vigilantly.

"This aura..." The pure white bone pagoda released precious light, dispelling the ominous and strange aura.

Waves of ripples spread, scanning this world little by little.

"There are no traces of a seal in the entire world?" A surprised voice came from the pure white bone pagoda.

"Indeed, there are no traces of a seal." The golden light of the finger-sized golden seed flowed, and a voice of surprise also came, "The real seal only exists inside the coffin."

"Since that's the case, then open the coffin!" Having reached this point, the Little Pagoda was very decisive.

Instantly, layers of precious light burst forth from the pure white bone pagoda, and this place was like having an extra blazing white sun.

Similarly, golden light also erupted from the golden seed. Within the layers of golden light, countless runes intertwined, vaguely forming a golden pagoda.

Accompanied by a sharp grinding sound, the heavy coffin lid was slowly pushed open by the Little Pagoda's spirit-spirit and Fang Ming's avatar, revealing the scene inside the coffin.

"It's it!? It stayed here for a long time!" When it saw the scene in the coffin, the pure white bone pagoda trembled and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

The patterns on the pure white bone pagoda were sometimes visible and sometimes hidden, as if it was deducing something.

The inside of the coffin was very empty, without the expected immortal body, only some dark scales and a cracked piece of flesh were scattered in disarray.

In addition, in the center, a pure white bone altar stood.

The altar was not large, only palm-sized, and had five corners, looking like a disc.

"None!?" In the inner world, Fang Ming's eyes narrowed, "Could it be that the Pumo King broke free from the seal himself long ago? Then how could that Pumo Tree grow to the Void Engulfing realm in just a few decades later?"

A golden light flashed, and Fang Ming's divine sense surged. A hazy figure stepped out from the seed, coming to the present world. It was Fang Ming's 'true body' condensed from his divine sense.

Fang Ming's eyes flowed, staring intently at the objects in the coffin.

The immortal essence in the flesh and scales in the coffin had long since been lost, losing their due power.

"Looks like dragon scales and the flesh and blood of a True Dragon..." Fang Ming's divine sense swept over, speculating in his heart.

"No!" Suddenly, golden light flowed in the eyes of the phantom figure transformed by Fang Ming's divine sense, and he instantly fixed his gaze on the pure white five-cornered bone altar, his face showing surprise.

On the palm-sized bone altar, which looked like a disc, lay a demon tree one inch in size, completely charred black with specks of five-colored light mixed in.

Although the little tree was only one inch in size, upon closer inspection, it gave people a feeling as if they were gazing at a vast and boundless universe.

Unfathomable!

This was Fang Ming's evaluation of the pitch-black little tree!

His gaze swept over the five corners of the altar and the scales and flesh in the coffin, and Fang Ming muttered to himself: "Who on earth suppressed the Pumo King here? Was it a True Dragon? Or the Six Paths Reincarnation Immortal King?"

He immediately ruled out the Wu Zhong Immortal King. If it were the Wu Zhong Immortal King, then what would appear here would be a bell, not an altar similar to the Reincarnation Disk.

"Did it seal this immortal being?" At this moment, the pure white bone pagoda trembled, emitting a voice of surprise and uncertainty.

"Who is Tower Brother referring to? The Six Paths Reincarnation Disk?" Fang Ming's phantom looked at the pure white bone pagoda.

"Yes, I believe that perhaps it, when it was complete, suppressed this immortal being here." The Little Pagoda regained its calm.

"That's not necessarily the case." Fang Ming shook his head, pointing to the scales and flesh in the coffin, and said, "Perhaps it was their owner? The Pumo Tree couldn't possibly shed these scales, could it?"

Hearing this, the Little Pagoda shook slightly, a light flashed on its body, and it said softly: "I think I know who suppressed this demon tree!"

"Who?" Fang Ming asked with considerable curiosity.

"It's the Kun Peng!" The Little Pagoda's firm words came out, "It's the Kun Peng. She was afflicted by the Immortal Palace's Immortal Breaking Curse, which is why the essence in these flesh and scales dissipated so quickly!"

"Moreover, the scales may not necessarily be scales..." The Little Pagoda's voice was not so certain.

Fang Ming's heart trembled; there was indeed such a possibility.

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