Chapter 1008: Divine Mark Violet Gold Tower
Ahead on the path, a half-meter-tall purple pagoda sat silently, as if the eternal azure heavens had sunk down upon it—ancient and majestic, radiating an indescribable aura.
The Dragon Horse recognized the treasure and charged forward. It had seen the ancient scroll in Ye Fan's hands and knew this artifact lay on the safe path, posing no danger.
Ye Fan found it hard to believe. Such a massive piece of immortal material seemed too unreal, like a dream, making it difficult to trust his own eyes.
"This is... Divine Mark Violet Gold!" His voice even trembled.
He had seen Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Dragon Pattern Black Gold, and Immortal Tear Green Gold before—all the most renowned immortal materials. But this was his first encounter with this divine treasure. The entire structure was crystalline like purple diamond, radiating a dreamlike luster, known as Divine Mark Violet Gold.
The Dragon Horse galloped wildly, spewing dragon qi from its mouth, moving with lightning speed. Even from a distance, it opened its mouth wide, trying to inhale and claim the treasure for itself, but its attempt failed.
At that moment, it sensed a chilling killing intent. Its primordial spirit felt as if it were about to shatter, its entire body convulsing as it quickly halted.
Little Pine alone remained calm, blinking its big eyes in confusion. Though it sensed the artifact was extraordinary, it didn't recognize it.
"Don't act rashly!" Ye Fan shouted, stopping the Dragon Horse.
A piece of immortal material half a meter tall, with no impurities mixed in—this was utterly shocking, its value immeasurable. Even an ancient Great Emperor's heart would pound violently.
"A fist-sized piece of Phoenix Blood Red Gold could shake the world and drive people mad. Now, a piece this large..."
The Divine Mark Violet Gold had been forged into a pagoda. Clearly, its owner must possess heaven-defying magical power. This artifact was undoubtedly extremely dangerous; reckless action could bring fatal disaster.
"Is it an Extreme Imperial Weapon?!"
Ye Fan's heart pounded. He couldn't be certain, because the Immortal Ascension Ground was filled with various law-based killing formations that concealed all auras, making judgment difficult.
How could such a piece of immortal material be discarded here? Even the most powerful being couldn't afford to squander it like this. It shouldn't be so, making one feel suspicious.
Finally, they cautiously approached. A terrifying killing intent surged forth, severing one's primordial spirit. The Dragon Horse could no longer get any closer.
Ye Fan dismounted and stepped forward step by step, finally seeing the source of danger. On the other side of the purple pagoda, several patches of bloodstains clung to it, bright red and piercing, with killing aura filling the wilderness.
He paused, not daring to act rashly. He looked toward the scattered quasi-emperor bones in the distance. The blood glowed, its aura consistent—clearly from the same source.
"Quasi-emperor divine blood. This pagoda was his!"
Ye Fan's eyes sparkled. What kind of incredible fortune would allow someone to obtain such a large piece of immortal material and successfully forge it into a weapon embryo? Truly astonishing.
"Even ancient Great Emperors could hardly obtain such immortal refining material, yet he possessed such a large piece. He should have had a brilliant future, walking toward the glorious peak of enlightenment..." Ye Fan murmured.
This person's fortune was heaven-defying, seemingly the protagonist of an era. Yet ultimately, unexpectedly, such a quasi-emperor with immense destiny had died miserably here.
"The Heavenly Heart is unfathomable. A person with limitless potential was slain just like that."
Ye Fan had reason to believe this person must have been a heaven-defying figure from some ancient star. Without mishap, he could have attained enlightenment and become an emperor. But the immortal path was rugged and treacherous; even a peerless talent could turn to white bones overnight.
This also proved from the side how terrifying this "Immortal Ascension Ground" was. Even a quasi-emperor with such great fortune had suffered a calamity here, unable to defy heaven. The so-called heavenly destiny had been completely stripped away here.
This made him vigilant, even more cautious, every step taken with care.
Ye Fan retreated. At a sufficient distance, he activated the Weapon Art, stripping away a few drops of quasi-emperor blood and setting them aside temporarily, then moved the purple pagoda over.
"What a great fortune! This is an Extreme Dao original embryo!"
After observing for so long, he had confirmed that this weapon was only a rough embryo, without any Dao marks or laws engraved on it. It meant the quasi-emperor had obtained it not long ago.
The half-meter-tall purple pagoda emitted an ancient, eternal aura, as if a piece of the azure sky had sunk here, surrounded by various immortal lights.
In this Immortal Ascension Ground, immortal qi was the least scarce resource for nourishment. This rough embryo remained undamaged, gradually becoming more spiritual.
The pagoda's body was solid, every inch crystalline and translucent, flashing with purple light, as brilliant as purple diamond. Lines and patterns covered it, as if carved by a deity—these were the so-called divine marks, also known as the tangible manifestation of the Dao, the reason for its name.
Little Pine blinked its big eyes, curiously examining it, feeling strange. This Divine Mark Violet Gold was exactly the same as itself—purple radiance everywhere, matching in color, even similar in spiritual nature.
The Dragon Horse was unceremonious, opening its mouth wide, wanting to swallow it. Any intelligent creature would desire such a heaven-defying object—this was an enlightenment weapon!
Ye Fan shoved it aside. "Little Pine discovered this."
He carefully inspected the artifact, confirming there was no danger. It truly had no Dao marks engraved on it, an ownerless rough embryo. Only then did he relax.
Little Pine approached, looking up at the purple pagoda. It was much taller than itself, both shining with purple light, complementing each other. Little Pine scratched its head in confusion.
It tried to lift the pagoda, but ended up sweating profusely, falling on its bottom with a thud, face flushed with embarrassment. It couldn't move it at all.
The Dragon Horse sneered, stepping forward to take advantage, wanting to claim it for itself. But it too was shocked—the pagoda was terrifyingly heavy, weighing several million jin.
This was supreme immortal material. Even as a rough embryo, it was world-shaking. With Ye Fan's help, Little Pine struggled to lift the purple pagoda, but with a thud, it trapped itself underneath, unable to get out.
Ye Fan smiled, lifting this treasure that could shake the entire star domain, freeing it. "I'll help you store it in the silver bell. Refine it with your mind daily. When you grow stronger, you'll be able to control it."
He took the little stone Buddha out of the bell, carefully carved a complex spatial array inside, stored the Divine Mark Violet Gold pagoda, and gave it to Little Pine.
"Perhaps one day I'll leave this ancient star and head to another star domain, filled with blood and war, too difficult and dangerous. I want to leave you here. Cultivate in seclusion here. This will be your enlightenment weapon."
Hearing this, Little Pine was terrified, tears filling its eyes. It shoved the precious rough embryo into Ye Fan's hands, begging him not to leave. If he must go, take it along—don't separate them.
"It's too early to talk about this. I don't know how to return." Ye Fan affectionately patted its head, then looked up at the sky. In another star domain, a great battle was inevitable. The brief peace wouldn't last long.
All races believed the path to immortality was about to open. To fight for the opportunity that had awaited for ten thousand ages, peerless figures would engage in bloody conflict.
Though the Dragon Horse was unconvinced, it had no choice. Little Pine had discovered the Divine Mark Violet Gold pagoda, and Ye Fan had retrieved it. It had no reason to claim it.
"Earth is an extraordinary place. If you can attain enlightenment here in the future, you'll gain unimaginable Dao fruits." Ye Fan helped it store the bell, advising it to stop using the little stone Buddha and focus its mind solely on the purple pagoda.
He already had the Primordial Qi Cauldron. Though this pagoda was a divine treasure, it held no meaning for him.
Ye Fan used heaven-reaching, earth-penetrating methods to seal the few drops of quasi-emperor divine blood into his cauldron. In a sense, this was divine blood, usable for refining sacred medicine, of great use.
They continued on their way. Ye Fan instructed Little Pine on how to refine an enlightenment weapon, passing on many experiences before his departure.
To his speechlessness, he saw the little creature's mind contained the principle of "the weapon breaking all techniques," and it planned to recast the purple pagoda into a "pinecone."
The spherical fruit produced by pine trees, resembling a pagoda, was called a pinecone. In the little purple creature's mind, since it was forging a pagoda, it should be more vivid—a naturally grown pinecone was most suitable.
"Do you think pine nuts taste best?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes," it answered subconsciously, then immediately blushed deeply.
"Alright, a pinecone pagoda..." Whether in name or shape, it suited you. Ye Fan could only say that.
They continued forward. Ye Fan muttered to himself, "There are several types of divine gold in the world: Phoenix Blood Red Gold, Immortal Tear Green Gold... Legend says if they're mixed and forged together, they can transform into another supreme material. Unfortunately, no one in history has succeeded."
Little Pine immediately spoke, childishly saying that in the future, it would find all kinds of divine gold for its master, mix them into the Mother Qi of All Things, and forge them into the world's number one weapon.
Ye Fan patted its head without saying anything. Having the Primordial Mother Qi Root was enough. As for those legends, they were too illusory, not necessarily true.
Finally, they arrived among the Dragon Head Peaks, climbing a mountain path. Ten thousand Dragon Head Peaks stood side by side, enclosing an immortal valley. Spiritual qi swirled, tens of thousands of rays of light shone, making this place exceptionally sacred.
They had truly entered the Immortal Ascension Ground. This was an unparalleled blessed land, holding the secrets of seizing the fortune of heaven and earth across the ages, capable of nurturing immortals.
Every Dragon Peak radiated ten thousand immortal lights and a thousand auspicious colors, supremely divine and sacred. The precious herbs growing on them were at least twenty thousand years old, their fragrance wafting through the air.
Ye Fan walked along the mountain path. Little Pine was very cheerful, discovering two medicinal kings on the safe path, both over ninety thousand years old. It carefully dug them out.
The ancient herbs stood a meter tall, like treasure trees to it, shimmering with light. It had to lift them. Joyfully, it offered one to Ye Fan as a tribute, then kindly gave the other to the Dragon Horse.
Such things could extend lifespan. Even on the Big Dipper, they were priceless treasures that would make sages bow. The divine steed naturally accepted without ceremony, but didn't swallow them whole. It knew the rarity of medicinal kings, saving them for gradual refinement later.
The winding path was the only road of life. One wrong step led to the gate of death, eternal damnation. Ye Fan and his companions detoured around many Dragon Head Peaks, entering the valley.
Throughout this process, Little Pine was happiest, harvesting eight ancient medicinal kings in total, all growing on the path. It swung its little hoe with great enthusiasm.
"Keep them for yourself. Don't give them to me," Ye Fan said.
Every time it dug one up, it wanted to offer it to its master, but Ye Fan secretly used his great power to store them inside its "pinecone pagoda." In the future, he would leave, and Little Pine would cultivate alone on this ancient star, definitely needing such things.
Finally, they reached the heartland, deep inside the valley, and witnessed the magnificent scene.
Ten thousand Dragon Head Peaks cascaded down immortal light like waterfalls, so dense it had turned into liquid, converging toward the valley center. There, a one-zhang-wide immortal pool sat, immortal qi swirling and rising, tens of thousands of rays of light, dazzling and brilliant, flooding most of the valley.
"The 'hope' of achieving immortality is nurtured in the immortal pool!" Ye Fan's eyes blazed with divine light.
In the valley, clouds steamed and mists glowed. No place on earth could compare. Precious herbs covered the ground, driving one mad. If they could all be collected, it would be unimaginable!
At the same time, a special fragrance wafted over, unlike anything else, transcendent and otherworldly. Ye Fan's mind shook—there was definitely a Divine Immortality Pill here.