"This aura... the Nine Infants Fruit of Reincarnation!"

Zheng Yi's heart moved. It had been so many years, and he had consumed tens of thousands of drops of essence and blood for nourishment. Now, finally, there was a change.

He left the secret room and walked towards the original imperial tomb on Tianshou Mountain.

Along the way, the imperial tomb was silent.

With a sweep of his mind, the entire Tianshou Mountain fell into his sight.

All monks, subordinates, and imperial guards have their own duties.

Even a few concubines were practicing quietly or communicating secretly.

He continued forward, and after walking up a flight of stairs, the view in front of him suddenly opened up.

A huge empty space appeared before his eyes. This was originally the core of the imperial mausoleum. Now it has been transformed by Zheng Yi into a place dedicated to the growth of the Nine Infants Fruit of Reincarnation.

He continued forward, and a huge black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him.

In the boundless darkness, there stood a giant tree.

It is like a silent giant, guarding this silent world alone but firmly.

The trunk of this giant tree is incredibly thick, as if it was forged by countless years of sedimentation and accumulation.

Its bark is rough and thick, covered with wrinkles and scars left over from the years, which are the testimony of its experience of wind and rain and vicissitudes.

In the darkness, these textures appear even deeper, as if telling unknown ancient stories.

The branches of the giant tree stretched out in all directions, like huge arms trying to embrace the entire dark space.

Some branches point straight to the sky, as if challenging the endless darkness; others are bent, as if carrying a heavy burden, but still holding on tenaciously.

The leaves grew densely on the branches, but under the cover of darkness, they lost their original color and took on a deep dark green, even a little black.

These leaves are intertwined to form a dense shadow, making the giant tree's figure even more mysterious and unpredictable.

Zheng Yi's heart moved, and with a wave of his hand, a strong wind blew and swept towards the big tree.

And he himself, along with the strong wind, flew towards the Nine Infants Fruit of Reincarnation.

The strong wind blew quietly, and the leaves rustled, as if the giant tree was whispering its loneliness and solitude.

Without the sunshine and the singing of birds, it survives alone in the darkness, but never gives up its perseverance in life.

Its roots are buried deep in the earth, searching for nourishment and strength in the darkness.

Around this giant tree, the darkness seemed to become thicker, as if it was the center of this dark world and the only existence.

Zheng Yi's figure flew far upwards from the roots of the Samsara Nine Infants Fruit tree.

The surface of this thick tree trunk was surrounded by black textures, and there was a scarlet glow.

This is the scene after the blood sacrifice.

Nourished by more than ten thousand drops of essence and blood, he suddenly had a strange feeling of blood connection with this giant tree.

It was as if... this giant tree had become his own clone.

Flying above the treetops, you can vaguely see the twinkling crystal light among the dense bushes.

He continued to approach and took a closer look, and he saw that they were actually fruits hidden in the bushes!
Nine Infants Fruit of Reincarnation!
This Samsara Nine Infants Fruit is shaped like a human and is about the size of a child's fist. The fruit emits a faint green light, as if it is breathing gently in the darkness.

Its skin has a strange translucent texture. Through this layer of skin, you can vaguely see the veins inside, which are like blood vessels. A mysterious light flows in the veins, and the light is bright and dim, as if telling of some unknown power.

There are nine slightly raised bags on the top of the fruit, like nine eyes that have not yet fully opened. These bags are surrounded by circles of delicate lines, like ancient runes, containing endless mysteries.

The roots of the Nine Infants Fruit of Reincarnation are deeply rooted in the soil of the underground palace, absorbing the essence of this mysterious place.

From time to time, tiny flickers of light appear in the soil, as if providing a constant supply of energy for its growth.

Although not yet fully ripe, it already exudes an intoxicating and exotic fragrance, as if tempting people to pick it.

"This is the Nine Infants Fruit of Reincarnation..."

Zheng Yi murmured, but he was still very clear that these Samsara Nine Infants Fruits were not fully ripe.

The fully ripe Samsara Nine Infants Fruit is completely transparent, like a diamond.

But now the Samsara Nine Infants Fruit is still green and not fully ripe.

If you eat it now, it will be like poison and you will definitely die!
"Alas... I don't know how long it will take for this Samsara Nine Infants Fruit to truly mature."

He shook his head, clasped his hands together, and sprinkled a large amount of blood and essence again, covering the entire Samsara Nine Infants Fruit.

After absorbing the essence and blood, the surface of the Nine Infants Fruit of Reincarnation even emitted bursts of scarlet light, as if it was breathing and absorbing all the essence and blood power and converting it into nutrients.

After doing all this, Zheng Yi left the underground palace and returned to Lingxiao Palace.

Just as he was about to continue his meditation, a faint spiritual fluctuation suddenly came from the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror.

"Ok?"

"No, it's not the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror, but... the fragment of the Yin Yang Treasure Mirror!"

As soon as he thought of it, his figure immediately appeared in the secret room, and his spiritual thoughts also contacted the fragments of the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror through the Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror.

Almost instantly, he entered the Canglan Realm.

Angelica dahurica stamens.

It was her who was calling Zheng Yi.

A few years ago, he threw Bai Zhirui into a cave in the name of meditation, allowing her to practice and build her foundation.

Why did you suddenly look for him today?
As soon as his divine consciousness entered the fragment of Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror, he heard Bai Zhirui holding the fragment of Yin-Yang Treasure Mirror in both hands, her pretty face full of anxiety.

"Master~Master, please come out quickly. There is a powerful enemy coming. I am no match for him..."

"An enemy?"

Zheng Yi frowned. He had chosen this place specially. After the ravages of the Jue Ling Qi, the area within a hundred miles was like a barren land. There were basically no cultivators or cultivators from the Ming Ling clan.

How could there be a powerful enemy?
He consoled her, "My dear disciple, what happened?"

"Master! You finally woke up!"

Bai Zhirui said in surprise, her tone full of surprise.

As he spoke, Zheng Yi swept his mind and immediately covered the area within a hundred miles.

as predicted.

Outside the cave, there were three cultivators from the Mingling clan, attacking the formation he had set up.

The formation kept flickering and it was obvious that it was about to collapse.

"What happened? Tell me quickly... What is your cultivation level?"

While Zheng Yi was surprised, Bai Zhirui quickly said, "Master! I tried to build my foundation a few days ago, and I didn't expect to succeed in one fell swoop..."

"But the spiritual energy vortex generated during the breakthrough caused fluctuations in the surrounding spiritual energy. Those Nether Spirit Clan cultivators were attracted by this fluctuation!"

"Foundation building, spiritual energy vortex... I see!"

His mind moved, and he tried his best to find out the few cultivators of the Mingling clan outside the formation.

The mysterious formation emitted a soft and tenacious light, like a beacon in the dark night, yet it was swaying unsteadily in the wind and rain. Three Nether Spirit Clan monks were surrounding the formation, casting their own Nether Spirit Clan spells and launching crazy attacks.

The leading cultivator from the Mingling clan was tall and strong, like an unshakable mountain.

His broad shoulders were splayed out horizontally, and the exposed muscles were like hard black iron, shining with a frightening luster.

His face was twisted and hideous, as if it had been burned by magma. His blood-red eyes were like burning hellfire, filled with endless killing and brutality.

There is a pair of curved black horns on the top of its head, and it is unknown what race it is.

He was seen holding a huge black battle axe in both hands. The axe was inlaid with strange runes and flashed eerie light from time to time.

Every time the battle axe was swung, it was accompanied by a whistling wind, and the power of darkness surged out, transforming into black lightning, fiercely striking the formation.

He roared angrily: "This formation must be hiding the remnants of the human race. We must break it and capture it today!"

The cultivator from the Mingling clan on his left side had a tall and slender figure, but exuded an indescribable eerie aura.

His skin was as pale as paper, as if he had never seen the sunlight, and his narrow eyes flashed with a strange green light, like a hungry wolf in the middle of the night.

He was wearing a black robe embroidered with mysterious runes. As he moved, the runes kept flashing, emitting heart-pounding fluctuations.

In both hands he was waving a black staff with a huge green gem inlaid on the top. Countless suffering souls seemed to be imprisoned in the gem, emitting bursts of shrill howls.

Every time he chanted a spell, the gem on the staff would release a green smoke, which quickly condensed into huge poisonous scorpions, waving their sharp pincers and rushing towards the formation.

He said grimly: "Now the Nether Spirit Clan and the Human Race have already started an all-out war. In this Nether Abyss, no human cultivator can be allowed to escape!"

"Perhaps this person is the spy who sneaked into our Nether Abyss. A few days ago, the Nether Snake Clan's army attacked and killed a cultivator who was hiding his tracks during a military discussion. Perhaps this person is an accomplice!"

The cultivator from the Mingling clan on the right looked like a short dwarf.

His head was extremely large, totally disproportionate to his thin body. His eyes were bulging like copper bells, flashing with cunning and ferocious light.

He was wearing clothes made of various exotic animal skins. The fur on the clothes fluttered in the wind, as if giving him a strange sense of movement.

In his hand was a black bell, which was engraved with dense runes.

When he gently shook the bell, it made a piercing sound, and the sound waves turned into invisible sharp blades, cutting the light of the formation.

He screamed, "We have been attacking here for two days. We must break through the formation as soon as possible and not let them catch their breath!"

"Humph, that's right! In this war between the two races, my Mingling clan will definitely wipe out the human race completely and make it impossible for them to stand up again!"

The leading monk of the Mingling clan swung his battle axe again, and the black lightning became more violent.

"Of course, this Nether Abyss is the territory of our Nether Spirit Clan. How can we allow human cultivators to act so recklessly here?"

"Now that a Dark Emperor has appeared in our Dark Spirit Clan again and has broken the seal formation, we should drive out all the human race and recreate the glory of our Dark Spirit Clan a thousand years ago!"

The monks of the Nether Spirit clan holding staffs echoed him, and the spells in their hands became more powerful.

"As long as we can kill all these humans, we will be rewarded handsomely when we return!"

The short monk from the Dark Spirit clan shook the bell and smiled greedily.

Under the crazy attack of the three monks from the Nether Spirit Clan, the light of the formation gradually dimmed.

However, it still resists stubbornly, as if guarding the last hope behind it.

As time passed, the attacks of the three Nether Spirit Clan monks showed no signs of weakening.

The veins on the forehead of the leading cultivator of the Nether Spirit Clan bulged and sweat poured down like rain, but his eyes became more and more determined, filled with determination to kill.

"Try harder! I can feel the power of the formation weakening, and we will be able to break it soon!" shouted the monk from the Nether Spirit clan holding a magic staff.

"Haha, once the formation is broken, all the human cultivators inside will become our dead souls under our swords!" The short cultivator of the Mingling clan let out a shrill laugh.

Inside the formation, Zheng Yi, who possessed extremely powerful spiritual power, also heard the conversation between the three people, and his tone suddenly became strange.

"Has a Dark Emperor appeared in the Dark Spirit Clan?"

"What is the cultivation level of this Dark Emperor? Divine Transformation? No! There are also Divine Transformation cultivators among the human race. Could it be that... the Fusion Realm?"

He took a deep breath and instantly felt that Mingyuan was no longer safe. He said, "Good disciple, get ready. Master will take you out!"

"Master? What should I do?"

"Just wait for your instructions. Have you practiced the magic tools I gave you?"

"Well, the ritual has already been practiced!"

"Well……"

Zheng Yi agreed, and his spiritual thoughts immediately contacted the formation hub outside the cave.

This formation was created by him, so he can naturally manipulate it at will.

"The three people outside are all cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage, but they have been attacking the formation continuously for two days and two nights, and they are already exhausted. In this case..."

With a thought, he immediately activated the self-destruct rune of the formation.

At the same time, the three people outside the cave seemed to sense something.

The formation suddenly emitted a strong light, as if it was making a final resistance.

The three monks of the Nether Spirit Clan were forced to take a few steps back by the light, but they quickly rushed forward again.

"Oh no, this formation is going to self-destruct!" The face of the leading cultivator from the Mingling clan changed and he stopped.

"retreat!"

The three of them retreated quickly, like ghosts.

At this critical moment, the light of the formation reached its peak, followed by a loud noise.

"boom……!!!"

In an instant, the formation exploded, generating violent airflow and impact force, which also blew the surrounding boulders and soil into debris, which rushed in all directions.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, a figure in white suddenly rushed out of the cave and rushed towards the north.

"Where to run!"

"stop!"

"Hahahaha...it's actually a girl. Big brother, second brother, let me have some fun with you later!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Catch him!"

The three men cried out in surprise and rushed over one after another.

At this time, Bai Zhirui stretched out her hand and pointed forward. A white lotus grew rapidly and crashed forward fiercely.

In front of her was the Mingling clan cultivator who was the most burly among the three.

He laughed loudly, holding the huge axe, and chopped down fiercely.

"Girl, come and die!"

Almost at the same time, a strange and powerful wave of divine consciousness suddenly surged out from the center of her chest, like a raging wave.

Mental thorn!
Poof...!!! (End of this chapter)