Chapter 25 Migration
The Heavenly Palace is magnificent, with carved beams and painted buildings, and is splendid and magnificent. The God Pond is located in the center of the temple, gurgling, and the trunk of the ancient tea tree of Wudao seems to still grow on the taproot, with vigorous vitality, and auspicious clouds and traces of Tao hanging down.

For the Emperor Immortal, this is a rare and incredible opportunity!

The leaves on the branches are not very dense, each one is different, and does not look bare at all. Each one is mysterious.

According to legend, the Wudao Ancient Tea Tree only produces 108 leaves every year, no more, no less. The only exception is during a great cycle of ten thousand years, when it can produce 3,000 leaves!
What we see before us is nearly a thousand pieces, corresponding to the visible traces of many great ways. They must have been chopped off by the Immortal Emperor during a great reincarnation of ten thousand years.

Only a creature like him, who transcends the gods, would dare to do such a thing and cut down the immortal tree from the Immortal Mountain.

The Emperor Immortal carefully surveyed the sacred spring and discovered that it did not lead to the underground, but was just a pool of water with mysterious runes engraved on it. It gathered the essence of heaven and earth, carried the sacred water, and nourished the trunk of the Enlightenment Tea tree.

He swung his sleeves and took away the entire thing along with the pool, storing it into the imperial weapon space inside the Heavenly Sword.

This is a holy object for enlightenment, which will be of great help to him in his quest for the Dao of Destruction. He cannot afford to lose it, so he attaches great importance to it and keeps it in the Tiandao Space, which is the safest space for him at this stage. If it is really stolen like in the original book, he will vomit blood.

They visited several main peaks and gained a lot, including ancient medicines, magical materials, spiritual plants, etc. Each item was priceless.

Such a blessed land can nurture a local force.

Of course, the most important treasure is the ancient tea tree of enlightenment, which has nearly a thousand leaves. This must be the result of the Emperor's accumulation of profound cultivation during the Dao-killing stage.

Xiao Xian Huang talked with Qing He to learn about Zi Shan's situation.

"How much combat power does Zishan have now?"

The Emperor Xian was straightforward and asked directly.

"Your Highness, tens of thousands of years ago, our bloodline of the God Generals was ravaged. We were extremely powerful. We had a large group of Great Saints, and there was no shortage of stronger ones."

"But after that crisis, it declined and fell into depression. Now, it can be said that it is very weak."

"There are only two beings like me in the Saint King realm, six Saints, thirty-one Semi-Saints, four hundred and fifty-eight in the Dao Slayer realm, and countless in the Second Level of Immortals, about twenty to thirty thousand."

The girl in purple blushed a little, feeling ashamed. There were only two or three cats, big and small, but she knew them all.

She didn't dare to look directly into the eyes of Emperor Xian. Her jade-like toes were red, pink and tender, very cute.

They are descendants of the Eight Gods and existed to protect the bloodline of the gods. But when the Son of God was born, they were so weak. They really felt guilty and ashamed of the gods.

"Nothing, it's good enough!"

The Immortal Emperor comforted him, saying that it was enough for the current stage, and that he could recall the eight generals and recruit soldiers from the Phoenix Nest for future matters.

At worst, let Tiandao go.

The purple-robed girl's eyes were red and she was deeply moved. She thought that the Son of God was truly wonderful.

At the same time, he secretly made up his mind that he must protect the Son of God at all costs.

"How is this place? Is it enough for Zishan's people to live and practice?"

"Of course it is enough!"

Qinghe responded that this was one of the most sacred places on earth, full of mysterious beauty and natural energy. Although it was not as good as Zishan, it was also extremely special.

"But Ancient Emperor Mountain is our ancestral land. We have worshipped gods there for generations. I am reluctant to leave."

Her eyebrows were furrowed, full of confusion.

"It's okay, this is only temporary. I have my considerations, just go ahead and do it!"

"Some of the Eight Divine Generals are still alive. I will summon them in a few years. Don't worry too much. I can protect myself." "You go and make arrangements first. Wake up all the tribesmen and come here. After they are settled, start preparing to attack the Wanchu Holy Land."

"Take away everything from Wanchu and use it for Zishan's people to practice and attain enlightenment."

"Yes!" Qinghe replied and retreated respectfully.

Her beautiful eyes were full of excitement. After so many years, their lineage was finally going to show its prowess.

She also felt that the Son of God spoke very nicely, even though he was young and wore pink beads and jade ornaments, giving people the feeling of a porcelain doll.

People love him from the bottom of their hearts and want to pinch his little face, but he is extremely precocious and wise, just like an ancient emperor who plans before taking action and is extremely calm.

It suddenly gave her a backbone and helped her know the direction of action.

"First destroy Wanchu, then destroy Dayan. Who will be the master of the vast land?"

Within the divine land of creation, such a long and distant voice came from somewhere.

Qinghe acted quickly and efficiently. She settled the Wan Gu tribe that followed her this time in several mountains.

With swift and decisive actions, he immediately tore through the space and teleported to the Zishan area.

Relocating the entire clan is not a trivial matter and is very complicated. The Zishan lineage has stayed here for too long and there are many things that need to be taken away.

There are all kinds of magical materials, elixirs, magic tools, source stones, etc., but unfortunately there is no Medicine King. Those are all in the central area of ​​Zishan Mountain, guarded by the Infinite Bell, and cannot be entered at all.

Even though the purple-clothed girl, Qinghe, had a high level of cultivation, it still took her several days to settle all matters and start the relocation of the entire family.

Tens of thousands of ancient creatures walked out of the Purple Mountain, carrying large amounts of supplies, causing a great sensation.

The young monks and mortals nearby discovered that a large number of ancient creatures, all of which were extremely powerful, were roaming near an unknown mountain range.

Fortunately, they did not kill people. If no one offended me, I would not offend others, so no great disaster was caused.

Soon, the news spread, and powerful beings from all the holy places were watching from afar nearby. When they saw this kind of mountain, they felt that it was extraordinary.

There are many Feng Shui masters in the holy places and ancient families. When they gaze from afar, it feels like nine ancient dragons are guarding a dragon ball.

I felt that this kind of terrain was transcendent and might contain the secrets of the ancient emperors, so I was very interested in it.

Especially those terrifying ancient creatures were also evacuating, which made the holy places and aristocratic families excited.

After careful consideration, he prepared to start exploring the secrets of this mountain after all the ancient creatures had left.

Soon, the purple-clothed girl built a super teleportation array and teleported thousands of ancient creatures to the Emperor's palace.

These ancient creatures have various shapes, some are like dragons, some are like phoenixes, some are like mantises, some are like centipedes, and some are like humans. They are all ancient species, their ancestors have extraordinary bloodlines, and they have good combat capabilities.

The most terrifying thing is that there is no one whose cultivation level is lower than that of the Holy Lord, which makes the powerful people hidden nearby feel uneasy.

Such an iron-blooded and powerful army, with powerful men as soldiers, kings as generals, and ancient sages in charge, who can contend with it? It makes all the powerful men feel scalp tingling.

I don’t know how many heroic leaders sighed and worried about the fate of the human race and their own lineage.

Only with the inheritance of the highest order and the imperial weapons to suppress destiny, can one have some confidence and be at ease.

And it was under this butterfly effect that the God King Jiang Taixu left Zishan several years earlier. At this time, he was not really exhausted and still had a breath.

(End of this chapter)