The Floating Island, guarded by thunder pools, where the energies of the Great Yin and Great Yang coexist!
A tree rooted in the void rift at the island’s center flickered in and out of sight, its branches laden with dense clusters of fruit that emitted celestial harmonies—like Buddhist chants, or the prayers of ancient ancestors.
The sight was extraordinary, impossible to ignore. Everyone was consumed by fervor, their eyes blazing like miniature suns.
“One, two…”
Someone trembled as they counted the fruits, desperate to confirm if there truly were ten thousand.
The tree’s trunk twisted like an ancient dragon, its bark cracked like scales, its lush foliage formed from condensed laws. The fruits varied in color, and the entire tree was entwined with chains of divine order.
“There really are… ten thousand fruits!” someone stammered in shock.
Without a doubt, this was the legendary **Tree of Ten Thousand Daos**, a flawless immortal seed capable of merging with a cultivator, achieving the most perfect evolution!
Yet, despite many attempts, no one could reach the island. Thunder pools surrounded it, capable of obliterating even Heavenly Gods, not to mention the blockade of Great Yin and Great Yang’s chains of order.
“The rules are manageable—what we fear is that person awakening,” muttered an elder from the Celestial Academy, his gaze fixed on the figure bound in chains, his heart trembling.
Who was this being, shackled so close to the Tree of Ten Thousand Daos, his flesh pierced by rusted chains that had fused into his body?
And why did it feel like he could awaken at any moment?
The blackened chains had endured countless ages, seemingly forged from Dark Immortal Gold, yet even they had rusted.
This spoke of an unfathomable passage of time—enough to corrode even immortal materials, a rarity in this era. Perhaps he was a being from the **Immortal Ancient Epoch**!
And that only made him all the more terrifying—a survivor of an entire epoch, a living nightmare.
An elder attempted to approach, summoning a secret treasure, only for it to silently melt into liquid metal at the island’s center.
*Ssshh!*
Then, two ancient monsters from the Immortal Academy made their move, joining forces to cross the thunder pools and breach the realm of laws, seeking to claim the legendary Tree of Ten Thousand Daos.
*Clang!*
The chains rattled.
The withered, disheveled figure suddenly raised his head, his eyes snapping open as he swept a cold gaze over the crowd.
“The Tree of Ten Thousand Daos is not for the likes of you. Begone!” he declared icily.
“He… he’s alive!” Many shuddered as if plunged into an icy abyss. Though they had suspected he might still live, witnessing it firsthand was terrifying.
Locked here for countless ages, yet still alive—what was his origin?
More importantly, why was he guarding this tree? For whom?
“If we found this place, it means we have fate with it. Yet we cannot claim it—who, then, is worthy?” a cultivator shouted in frustration.
“When the **Heaven-Defying Seed** ripens, its rightful claimant will come. Until then, abandon your delusions!” the figure replied dismissively.
His tone carried the same arrogance as the humanoid entity that had manifested from the **Dao Treasure Vase** sealing the royal family of the **Otherworld**. He looked down upon them all.
The thought sent chills down their spines—was this a peerless expert tasked with guarding this place?
Yet, he was bound in chains, as if imprisoned and forced to stand watch.
“Esteemed senior, since the Tree of Ten Thousand Daos remains unclaimed, may we at least approach to observe?” a bold young cultivator ventured, testing the waters.
“You are unworthy,” the figure sneered, his rusted chains trembling as he spoke.
His words were infuriating, echoing the disdain of the Dao Treasure Vase’s entity.
“Might we know your name, senior?” another asked, probing for more information.
“Leave now, or I will slaughter you all!” the chained figure growled. As he strained against his bonds, blood seeped from the wounds in his shoulders.
Some eyes gleamed with opportunity—until they paled in horror as the dripping blood collapsed the void itself.
Then, with a single exhale, he unleashed a sword beam that pierced the heavens, severing a star from the sky and sending it crashing down.
The sheer power silenced all resistance.
Even the Immortal Academy’s ancients hesitated, and the Celestial Academy’s second elder wavered—yet none dared press further.
With a cold snort, the chained figure unleashed an invisible pressure, cracking the floating island. The earth and void around the Tree of Ten Thousand Daos split open, revealing buried corpses.
“Heavens! **Primordial Chaos-Born Divine Fiends**, reduced to corpses!”
“That divine avian’s body still emits immortal energy!”
The sight of such beings lying dead beneath the earth was a grim warning.
“They died for the Tree of Ten Thousand Daos,” the chained figure stated.
“Retreat!” The elders of both academies led the withdrawal, knowing full well the horrors those corpses represented.
No one spoke, the gravity of the situation sinking in.
How could two world-shaking seeds appear in the **Graveyard of Realms**?
Both the **Mysterious Heaven Seed** and the Tree of Ten Thousand Daos were priceless treasures—yet both had guardians. This was no coincidence.
Once far away, someone finally broke the silence: “The Tree of Ten Thousand Daos—a legend across the ages, never claimed. We saw it, yet couldn’t take it!”
“What kind of place is the Graveyard of Realms, to harbor such things?”
Students murmured while the elders remained grim-faced. The appearance of both treasures hinted at something far greater.
“That man is on the verge of death, clinging to life through forbidden arts. He’s practically a living corpse,” an Immortal Academy elder said.
But who would dare challenge him? Even a dying expert could endure for years—engaging him would be suicidal.
Shi Hao sighed in regret—this was the second seed that had stirred his heart, yet slipped through his fingers.
“That tree feels familiar, but I can’t recall why,” Qing Yi transmitted to him, her body shimmering with lunar radiance.
Shi Hao knew it was the **Azure Moon Flame** granting her insight.
The group lingered for days, gathering rule-formed fruits and branches, some making great gains.
When the **Golden World Tree** uprooted itself and departed, they followed—until disaster struck.
The World Tree shattered the void, vanishing into the chaos, leaving the two warships stranded.
“It’s evolving, developing its own will. It no longer tolerates our presence,” the elders lamented.
Some wondered—would another flawless seed appear at the next stop?
Logically, no. Such treasures were beyond rare. Yet the Golden World Tree’s path seemed deliberate, as if following an ancient trail.
“The true danger begins now—we must rely on ourselves,” the Celestial Academy’s second elder declared.
Soon, the silver battleship entered a shattered realm, strewn with broken stars and floating corpses.
When someone tried collecting silver blood, their spatial artifact melted, and their body dissolved into pus.
“Don’t touch anything! These remnants are devoid of life, only death and ruin remain!” a elder barked.
The battlefield stretched endlessly, littered with corpses larger than stars—a testament to an apocalyptic war.
“**Blood Seeds!**”
Some rejoiced, harvesting seeds formed from the essence of fallen **Primordial Divine Fiends**.
But the process was perilous—three perished, consumed by corpse miasma.
Later, they entered a floating ruin, discovering **Soul Seeds**—remnants of ancient souls. More lives were lost to the seeds’ backlash.
Days later, they reached a luminous river, thick with temporal power.
“Here lie **Time Seeds**—treasures of the highest rarity,” an elder announced.
Yet when a disciple was swept away by the current, not even the elders could save him—time itself devoured him.
From then on, the elders led cautiously, avoiding total annihilation.
Months later, the expedition ended. They had traversed countless ancient lands, but pressing further would mean certain death.
They had even encountered living horrors—ancient beings trapped in the Graveyard of Realms, projecting their will, nearly causing catastrophe.
*Woo—!*
The war horn sounded, summoning all aboard. The ship transformed into a streak of light, departing the Graveyard of Realms, bound for the Celestial Academy.
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