Under Zhao Feng's watchful gaze, the fragment visibly took root, sprouted, and grew leaves.

In just the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

A small sapling, about half a person tall, entirely green, with stars seemingly flowing on its branches and leaves, exuding vitality, appeared in the quiet room.

Each of its leaves is like a small world, with interwoven patterns that depict the birth and death of stars and the cycle of all things.

Its roots are deeply embedded in the void, drawing upon the most primordial chaotic energy from the depths of that indescribable dimension.

I was just standing next to this seedling.

Zhao Feng could feel a fresh and vast life force rushing towards him, making his mind and soul feel refreshed.

"Truly worthy of being called the World Tree."

A satisfied expression appeared on Zhao Feng's face.

With this seedling, we have a source that continuously generates the power of the world.

Whether used for cultivation or for evolving a grotto-heaven world, it has endless wonderful uses.

More importantly.

By doing so, he had completely cut off one of Fang Han's resources.

Although there are countless fragments of the World Tree.

But this is the only place that holds the promise of life.

With a thought, Zhao Feng directly transplanted the seedling into his inner world.

Boom!

The moment the seedling enters.

His already vast inner world began to expand wildly once again.

The earth stretches out in all directions, and the sky rises ever higher.

The light of the sun, moon, and stars shone even brighter.

The most primal spiritual energy also began to emerge between the mountains and rivers.

The whole world seemed to have been infused with a soul, becoming more real and more vibrant.

And the sapling of the World Tree, after taking root in the center of the inner world, also began a new round of growth.

Its roots are connected to the earth's veins, its branches support the sky, and it continuously breathes in and out the chaotic energy, nourishing the entire world.

A virtuous cycle is thus formed.

After doing all this.

His spirit pierced through endless time and space, descending upon the distant Qin Realm.

At this moment, the Qin Realm is also undergoing earth-shattering changes.

Thanks to the massive amount of primordial power that Zhao Feng extracted from the Eternal World, the level of the entire Qin Realm is rapidly rising.

In the sky, spiritual energy transformed into thick fog, and even condensed into spiritual liquid, bringing down showers of spiritual rain.

On the earth, countless rare and precious materials sprouted up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

Even ordinary mortals living in the Qin Realm can enjoy longevity and be free from all diseases in such an environment.

The Qin army has undergone a complete transformation.

On the huge drill ground outside Xianyang City.

Millions of Qin warriors, clad in black armor and exuding a fierce aura, are undergoing drills.

The leading general had a resolute face and an imposing presence.

It was none other than Wang Jian, the Supreme General of the Qin Dynasty.

His current cultivation level has reached a terrifying level.

"Wind! Strong wind!"

At Wang Jian's command, millions of soldiers simultaneously raised their spears and halberds, shouting in unison.

boom!

A black torrent, formed from iron-blooded ferocity and the will of the military spirit, surged into the sky and transformed into a roaring black dragon.

The dragon's power was enough to tear apart even an ordinary Heavenly Dao Realm expert!

Ying Zheng stood atop the Xianyang Palace with his hands behind his back, overlooking the entire Qin territory.

Behind him.

Ye Fan, Ruthless Man, Wu Shi, and the others stood solemnly.

"The abilities of the Realm Lord are beyond our comprehension."

Wu Shi looked up at the sky and sighed from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Feng's true form opened his eyes from the chaos.

With every breath he took, he resonated with this newborn world.

"Not enough."

Zhao Feng's mind returned to the Feathered Heavenly Palace in the Great World of Immortality.

"The gods..."

Information about this race surfaced in Zhao Feng's mind.

This is a warrior race that lives by plundering and destruction.

Their goal is to breach the gates of the immortal realm and plunder the blessings of the gates to eternal life.

The Xuanhuang Great World was merely a stepping stone for them on their way to the Immortal Realm.

“Enemies can sometimes become allies.”

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Grand Deduction Technique!

The beings of the divine race are fundamentally different from the creatures of the Xuanhuang Great World.

They were like hungry wolves that had infiltrated a flock of sheep.

No matter how he disguises himself, the primal aura of plunder and destruction emanating from him cannot be completely concealed.

Countless images flashed rapidly through his mind.

The past and future of the entire Xuanhuang Great World seemed to be revealed under his deduction, with nothing to hide.

However.

When he tried to pinpoint the source of that divine aura, he encountered a powerful resistance.

It was a fog woven from negative emotions such as resentment, killing, and destruction, which threw all the secrets of heaven into chaos.

"Hate Heaven Daoist... Hate Heaven God Emperor."

Zhao Feng understood.

This is precisely the pawn that the gods planted in the Xuanhuang Great World, responsible for instigating internal strife and weakening the power of this world.

"You are not qualified to manipulate cause and effect in front of me."

Zhao Feng snorted coldly.

The Great Law of Cause and Effect!

His divine sense was no longer searching, but directly triggering the most fundamental causal thread related to the "god race".

In an instant.

Throughout the entire Xuanhuang Great World, the fates of all beings who had ever come into contact with the gods, even if they had only heard of their legends, were clearly presented in his divine sense.

Countless lines ultimately point to the same source.

A forbidden sea located overseas, perpetually shrouded in thunderstorms and spatial turbulence—the Sea of ​​Nothingness.

That place was the lair of the God of Hatred.

Zhao Feng opened his eyes.

Without alerting anyone, he simply had a thought, and an avatar silently left the Feathered Heaven Palace. With a single step, it appeared above the Sea of ​​Nothingness, hundreds of millions of miles away.

Below, the seawater was as black as ink.

Thick bolts of purple lightning, as thick as mountains, raged across the sea, tearing through space and emitting deafening roars.

In the heart of this raging sea of ​​lightning, there lies a solitary island.

The island was barren, with only a simple stone house.

An old Taoist priest, dressed in a gray robe and with a withered face, sat cross-legged in front of the stone house, chanting incantations in front of an ancient mirror.

The mirror reflected the scene of the armies of immortals and demons gathering, preparing to attack the Taiyi Sect.

"Fight! Fight! The more intense the better!"

"When you are both severely weakened, that will be the time for my divine army to descend and reap everything!"

The Hateful Heaven Taoist let out a strange, grating laugh.

Just then.

A calm voice sounded behind him, "You've got a pretty good plan."

The hairs on the entire body of the Hate Heaven Taoist stood on end instantly!

He turned around abruptly and saw a young man dressed in pure white standing behind him, looking at the mirror in front of him with great interest.

"Feng Baiyu!"

The Taoist Hentian cried out in shock, his face filled with disbelief.

This is his old lair, which he has cultivated for countless years, and he has laid down many restrictions to shield it from all celestial secrets.

How did Feng Baiyu find this place?

Hentian Daoist forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and asked sternly, "How did you discover me?"

Zhao Feng did not answer his question, but said to himself, "In this Xuanhuang Great World, there is nothing I do not know. Hentian God Emperor, I have come to find you because I want to cooperate with the God Clan to fight our way to the Immortal Realm!"

"Join forces with you? To conquer the Immortal Realm?"

The God Emperor of Hatred was taken aback for a moment, then burst into ear-piercing maniacal laughter, "Hahahaha! Feng Baiyu, are you insane? A mere native True Immortal from the lower realm dares to speak of attacking the Immortal Realm?"

"I admit that you do have some ability, being able to integrate the Xuanhuang Great World and find my hiding place."

"But you don't naively think that with such petty tricks you can stand on equal footing with my divine race, or even negotiate with me, the Emperor, do you?"

The God Emperor of Hatred stood up.

A violent and destructive aura erupted from his body.

His gray Taoist robe was torn to shreds.

Instead, he was clad in a jet-black suit of armor engraved with countless patterns of gods and demons wailing.

"You ant from the lower realm, since you've chosen your own death, then I, the Emperor, will grant your wish!"

"Perfect timing! I'm just missing a suitable puppet to take charge of that so-called Immortal Alliance on my behalf!"

The God Emperor of Hatred sneered, spread his five fingers, and grabbed down at Zhao Feng's head.

"The Hand of God! Doomsday Judgment!"

Boom!

A gigantic, pitch-black hand, formed entirely from the laws of destruction, blotted out the sun and tore the heavens apart.

Wherever the giant hand passed, whether it was raging lightning or violent spatial turbulence, it was instantly annihilated, turning into the most primordial nothingness.

That force is enough to crush a star into dust!

Despite the devastating blow, Zhao Feng remained calm and composed.

Without hesitation, he suddenly attacked, unleashing the "Creation God Fist, Heaven-Covering Hand".

He also struck out with his palm.

Boom!

The sinister smile on the face of the God-Emperor of Hatred froze instantly.

Click!

A crisp cracking sound rang out.

The pitch-black giant hand, composed of pure laws of destruction, was covered in cracks the moment it touched Zhao Feng's palm.

Immediately afterwards.

Bang!

The Hand of God exploded with a deafening roar, turning into countless black specks of light that dissipated into the air.

Zhao Feng's slender, fair hand continued its momentum, piercing through the turbulent energy flow and striking the massive chest of the Hateful Heaven God Emperor.

The God Emperor of Hatred looked down, staring incredulously at the hand pressed against his chest.

The next moment.

An indescribable destructive power erupted from that palm.

Click! Click! Click!

The armor worn by the God Emperor of Hatred, crafted from rare treasures of the divine realm and capable of withstanding the bombardment of immortal artifacts, crumbled into pieces as easily as if it were made of paper.

"No!"

The God-Emperor of Hatred let out a terrified roar.

He wanted to back away, he wanted to escape.

But he found that his body seemed to be nailed to the spot, unable to move.

He could only watch helplessly as that destructive power surged into his body.

"puff!"

The God Emperor of Hatred suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden divine blood, collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing, his aura extremely weak.

One move!

Just one move!

The mighty Emperor suffered a bitter defeat.

Zhao Feng withdrew his hand, looking down at the God Emperor of Hatred, his voice indifferent, "Now, can we have a proper talk?"

The God Emperor of Hatred was filled with fear.

He never dreamed that this native from the lower realm would be so ridiculously powerful!

The will contained in that palm strike did not belong to the Immortal Path at all; it was a more ancient, more fundamental power that transcended all laws!

His face was filled with horror. "The Creation God Fist! How could you possibly master the Thirty-Three Heavens Creation God Fist!"

"Who...who are you...?"

Zhao Feng stepped on his face, saying, "Who I am is not important."

"The important thing is that you only have two choices now."

"One, die."

"Second, contact your superiors and have someone in charge talk to me."

Zhao Feng applied slight pressure with the sole of his foot.

The God Emperor of Hatred felt as if his head was about to be crushed. "I choose two! I choose two!"

"It would have been better to do this earlier."

Zhao Feng moved his foot away as if he had only stepped on an insect.

The God Emperor of Hatred felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He scrambled to his feet, ignoring the blood and humiliation covering his face, and tremblingly pulled out a blood-red jade talisman from his robes.

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the jade talisman.

Buzz!

The jade talisman burst forth with dazzling blood-red light, and a profound magic array unfolded in the void.

At the center of the magic circle, space was violently distorted.

A pitch-black vortex slowly took shape.

A will a hundred times stronger than the God Emperor of Hatred, filled with allure and corruption, descended from the other end of the vortex.

From within the vortex, a flawless jade foot emerged first.

A string of golden bells was tied to her ankle, making a clear and melodious sound as she walked, as if it could steal one's soul.

Immediately afterwards.

A figure dressed in a thin veil, with a graceful figure and an unparalleled beauty, emerged from the vortex.

Her eyes seemed to contain an endless abyss; a single glance was enough to make even a true immortal fall into their depths, unable to extricate themselves.

Heavenly Princess Umo!

Among the gods, he is one of the supreme beings whose status is second only to a few god emperors!

The moment she descended, the thunder in the entire Sea of ​​Nothingness subsided, and the raging spatial turbulence became docile.

It was as if the entire world had submitted to her charm.

The voice of Tianfei Wumo was languid and alluring, "Hentian, you actually used the highest level of blood sacrifice to summon me. You had better give me a reasonable explanation."

"Otherwise, you know the consequences."

However.

When her gaze fell upon the God Emperor of Hatred, and saw his miserable appearance and the snow-white-clad young man in front of him, her languid expression instantly vanished.

"Heavenly Princess, save me!"

When the God-Emperor of Hatred saw the Heavenly Consort Umo, it was as if he had seen a savior, and he rushed over to her in a panic.

"waste."

The Heavenly Princess Wumo frowned slightly and flicked her finger.

An invisible force sent the God Emperor of Hatred flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

She didn't look at the God Emperor of Hatred again; her captivating eyes fell on Zhao Feng. "Was it you who hurt him?"

...(End of this chapter)