Chapter 1052: Heaven-Defying Fortune
In the center of the eighth heavenly palace, there was a spring pool, with a thousand strands of auspicious energy and ten thousand beams of multicolored light spraying forth. It was clearly a divine pool, with spiritual energy so dense it could not be dispersed.
Of course, this was not the most eye-catching feature. What truly shook one's spirit and made it impossible to look away was an object contained within, interwoven with traces of the myriad great Daos, dazzling and brilliant.
This was a precious tree, with immortal qi swirling and rising, making it seem dreamlike and illusory, as if it were rooted in the Immortal Domain, growing into the mortal world, spanning two realms.
It had several main trunks, with rough, aged bark, but upon closer inspection, one could see they had already merged with the Dao. The slender branches, however, were crystal clear, flowing with light and color, mysterious and profound.
Around it were strands and wisps of Dao traces, blending with heaven and earth, occasionally emitting harmonious sounds. The resonance of the great Dao shook one, making it feel as if one could comprehend the Dao in an instant.
However, the most eye-catching were the tender branches, which bore something, though it was unclear what they were contemplating.
"Let's go quickly," Ye Fan urged. This place could not be lingered in for long; alerting a few ancestral kings would cause great trouble.
"Pindao sees that the mountain terrain here is not bad. The jade mountains embrace the spiritual waters, making it an excellent burial site. I think most of the Celestial Prince's ancestors are buried here, but the result is truly disappointing."
A group of people rolled their eyes. This fatty left nothing behind wherever he passed. The treasures in the divine palace were one thing, but even the graves were being coveted—that was a bit terrifying.
"One cannot be too Duan De!"
"Boundless Heavenly Venerable."
The group left the mountain gate, pulling up the Source Heaven patterns and the Heaven-Deceiving Grand Array. According to the Dragon Horse, it would be simpler to just set a fire and burn the place clean.
Black Emperor pretended to be solemn, his face full of sorrow, saying, "Leave some leeway in all things."
"Not even a single hair was left behind, what leeway is there to speak of!" the Dragon Horse said disdainfully.
"Leave a little leeway for now, otherwise a few ancestral kings will jump out immediately," Ye Fan said. The group returned fully loaded, disappearing deep into the mountains.
In the Southern Domain, the Celestial Prince stood atop an ancient war chariot. His black hair was thick, his features handsome, his eyes like two cold stars. On his back was the Immortal Heavenly Blade, and he had the momentum to swallow mountains and rivers.
He led the Eight Divine Generals as they descended upon the Southern Domain. No one dared to block them. Wherever they passed, all ten directions fell silent, not a single person dared to speak. The cultivators of the Southern Domain were terrified into silence.
"What is the Holy Prince? That mysterious human powerhouse is nothing but an ant. Before the invincible Celestial Prince, they are merely dogs and chickens, utterly fragile and unable to withstand a single blow!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Eastern Wasteland was shaken. The words were arrogant and domineering, showing complete contempt for the two powerhouses who could kill half-saints, filled with nothing but disdain.
People knew that the Celestial Prince and the Holy Prince had torn off all pretense and were heading for a life-or-death battle. Otherwise, his followers would not dare to speak like this.
That same day, major auction houses in the Southern Domain suddenly released a message: there would be a shocking item up for auction.
"The Divine Son is in trouble!" An ancient clan member flew to a main peak in the Southern Domain.
"What's the panic? What exactly happened?" the Celestial Prince asked in a deep voice.
"Someone is auctioning off the Immortal Emperor's traveling palace, along with various rare divine materials and treasures."
The Celestial Prince's eyes immediately sharpened, his expression turning extremely cold.
Beside him, a commander of the Eight Divine Generals shouted loudly, "How dare you! Spreading rumors to confuse the masses! Who is talking nonsense?!"
"It's not nonsense. I saw it with my own eyes. Even the jade cup the Celestial Prince uses to drink Enlightenment Tea is among the items being auctioned." The ancient clan member kneeling on the mountain peak trembled with fear.
"What?!" The Celestial Prince finally changed color. His black hair moved without wind, wildly flying about, his eyes like two bolts of lightning.
"And..." The ancient clan member kneeling on the ground trembled, momentarily afraid to continue.
"And what else?" a commander demanded.
"Someone is also auctioning off the Divine Son's personally worn undergarments."
"Pfft—"
Upon hearing this, the Celestial Prince was so enraged he spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly collapsing to the ground. He knew that the traveling palace had been ransacked, and this was a direct affront to humiliate him.
It's Qingming Festival, time for tomb sweeping. Golden Wing Little Peng King, Hua Yunfei, Qin Yao, the Fifth Generation Origin Heavenly Master, Yuangu, and others are all waving, asking for a monthly ticket to be cast. Calling for a monthly ticket to support Zhe Tian.