332: Chapter 330 The Supreme Yang Breaks the Ice, the Ancient Crane Makes its Appearance

Yun Ming did not respond to the banter; with a shift of his mind, the map of mountains and rivers flew out from his Sea of Consciousness.

The scroll slowly unfurled, the cyan light curtain transformed into a spiritual gate, and a small golden sapling drifted out from within.

The sapling was only the size of a palm, its branches as slender as golden threads, its leaves as thin as cicada wings, and its entire body was surrounded by a layer of warm and gentle golden light.

The light was neither intense nor blinding, yet it carried a trace of the Supreme Yang Origin aura derived from the Innate sun.

And the moment the fusang divine tree appeared, the entire Thousand Sorrows Snow Plain suddenly underwent a strange transformation.

The eternal ice beneath their feet trembled inexplicably; it was not a vibration caused by external force, but a shivering of fear originating from deep underground, from the very source.

The thick, grey clouds overhead surged and churned madly, as if being forcibly driven away by some kind of Supreme Yang power.

The snowflakes falling across the sky all hung suspended in mid-air, unmoving, as if afraid to proceed.

The six voices that had previously risen and fallen in succession vanished completely in an instant.

On the ice plain, there was dead silence.

For a long while, the Valley Master of Samsara Valley, who had always been taciturn and only spoke in short sentences, asked for the first time with undisguised shock: "This tree…"

"The fusang divine tree," Yun Ming answered truthfully.

These four short words plunged the entire snow plain into dead silence once again.

The next moment, six figures swept out from the depths of the ice layer simultaneously.

They did not tear the Void Realm, nor did they use escape techniques; they simply emerged slowly from beneath the eternal ice, like people trapped under water for eons, finally surfacing.

The first figure landed on Yun Ming's left; his deep blue robe was old and faded, his face gaunt, and his brows were shrouded in eternal gloom—it was the First Palace Master of Star Palace.

The second figure followed closely; his body was brawny, his messy hair like a lion's, his face rugged, and his eyes were incomparably deep—he was the Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall.

The third figure stood on Yun Ming's right; his frame was thin, he wore a simple and unadorned grey-white Daoist robe, and he was expressionless, like a stone statue that had been silent for eons—he was the Valley Master of Samsara Valley.

The Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven and the Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain landed almost simultaneously.

The former had white clothes and white hair; he was old but vigorous, with an upright demeanor; the latter had grey clothes and grey hair, with a smile in his eyes and an air of wanton, carefree dissipation.

The last figure landed steadily behind Yun Ming; he wore a dark robe, his face was square and resolute, and his aura was restrained and heavy like a mountain—he was the Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect.

The six Void Refinement experts who had been silent for eons all appeared.

Six powerful and majestic, supreme auras shrouded the area; they did not intentionally release pressure, yet they carried an eternal foundation, making Yun Ming's breath hitch slightly.

The six of them focused their gazes on the small fusang divine tree in mid-air, their expressions varied, all deeply shocked.

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain's eyes were wide and his mouth hung open, unable to close for a long time; the Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven's white beard trembled slightly, unable to hide his emotion; the gloom between the brows of the First Palace Master of Star Palace was completely washed away by shock; the Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall' gaze was complex, his heart surging; the usually expressionless Valley Master of Samsara Valley had fingertips that were trembling slightly.

Only the Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect was the most composed; he stared at the divine tree for a long time before speaking slowly, his voice calm yet hiding monstrous waves: "The fusang divine tree… an ancient divine tree, the root where the sun rests. This object only exists in ancient legends and has long since vanished from the heavens. Where did you obtain it?"

Yun Ming did not explain too much and went straight to the point: "Seniors, I can take you away from this cage. But the power of the fusang divine tree is too vast; I cannot bear it on my own, and I need you all to act as my Protector and assist me."

The six Void Refinement Divine Lords exchanged glances; there was no need for words, they had already made their decision.

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect nodded solemnly.

Yun Ming took a deep breath, cast aside distracting thoughts, and poured all the Spiritual Qi in his body into the fusang divine tree.

In an instant, the originally warm and gentle golden light suddenly surged and exploded.

It was no longer the soft light of a warm sun, but an overwhelming, scorching, and blinding solar divine light!

An incomparably thick golden beam of light shot into the sky, smashing fiercely into the heavy clouds overhead.

The grey clouds that had remained unbroken for eons were like paper; they were instantly torn apart, crushed, and dissipated.

The fusang divine light spilled over the entire snow plain, and the eternal ice could no longer maintain itself; it evaporated rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into white mist that ascended into the sky.

The snowflakes suspended in mid-air melted completely before they could even fall, not leaving behind even a trace of water vapor.

The cold wind that had raged for eons and the incessant wailing all ceased.

"Damn it! You should have warned us in advance!"

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain hurriedly raised a protective light shield to block the oncoming Supreme Yang divine light, unable to help but exclaim, "This divine light is too hot!"

The Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven, while stabilizing his shield, mocked coldly: "Just a moment ago you were bragging that your Cangwu Divine Fire was the best in the world, and now you are in such a sorry state from being burned by a small sapling?"

"Shut up!" the Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain growled irritably, "Can this be an ordinary sapling? Have you ever seen such a terrifying sapling?"

As the two bickered, Yun Ming had reached his limit.

He poured his entire being into the divine tree; his face turned pale rapidly, veins bulged on his forehead, and his arms trembled violently.

The Spiritual Qi required by the fusang divine tree was as vast as the sea, far exceeding what an Early Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator could bear.

The Spiritual Qi in his body was rapidly depleting; fifty percent, thirty percent, ten percent… in the blink of an eye, it was on the verge of exhaustion.

The Founding Ancestor of Divine Forging Sect noticed the abnormality immediately; he stepped behind Yun Ming, placed his large hand firmly on his back, and poured his thick and majestic Void Refinement Spiritual Qi like a rushing river into Yun Ming's Meridians, replenishing his depleted Spiritual Qi.

The First Palace Master of Star Palace, the Hall Master of Myriad Demon Hall, the Valley Master of Samsara Valley, the Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven, and the Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain all stepped forward, raising their hands and pressing them against Yun Ming.

Six top-tier Void Refinement Spiritual Qi energies converged into Yun Ming's body.

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain, while channeling his Spiritual Qi, couldn't help but mutter: "I have lived for tens of thousands of years, and I never expected that today I would be replenishing the Spiritual Qi of an Early Nascent Soul Stage junior…"

"Less nonsense, assist with all your strength," the Supreme Elder of Taixu Grotto-Heaven whispered a rebuke.

The Supreme Elder of Cangwu Divine Mountain snorted indignantly and increased the Spiritual Qi in his hands a bit more.

The massive amount of Spiritual Qi washed through his limbs and bones; Yun Ming's pale complexion quickly returned to warmth, his trembling arms steadied, and the Spiritual Qi in his body was filled to an unprecedented Peak.

He held nothing back, merging his own Spiritual Qi with the power of the six Void Refinement experts, and injected it all into the fusang divine tree!

Hum—!

A tremor that shook through eons rang out.

The fusang divine tree grew wildly! One zhang, ten zhang, one hundred zhang, one thousand zhang!

The golden trunk shot straight into the sky, its lush branches and leaves blocking out the sun, and the ultimate Supreme Yang golden light completely covered the entire Thousand Sorrows Snow Plain, lighting up the eternally grey world as if it were daytime.

The ice layer, which was ten thousand zhang thick, melted rapidly, and the vast snow plain receded and disintegrated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The entire world roared and trembled continuously; there were the cracking sounds of ancient shackles breaking, as well as the low hum of something that had been sleeping for eons, about to awaken.

Just then, the ice in the deepest part of the snow plain suddenly exploded, and a deep blue jade hairpin flew out, hovering in mid-air.

The jade hairpin seemed to be carved from ten-thousand-year black ice, its body surrounded by an extremely bone-chilling cold aura.

The Supreme Cold and Supreme Yang suddenly collided, hissing white mist rose continuously, and the violent power of ice and fire clashing swept through the area.

Yun Ming gritted his teeth, controlling the golden beam of the fusang divine tree, locking tightly onto the ice jade hairpin.

The jade hairpin trembled violently in the scorching divine light, its cold light flickering uncertainly, and fine cracks appeared continuously on its surface.

It was completely suppressed by the eternal fusang divine light and was already on the verge of its limit.

The next instant, the deep blue jade hairpin exploded with a boom, the light and shadow reorganized, transforming into a cold ice fairy crane dozens of zhang in size!

The fairy crane was clear throughout its body, its feathers like carved ice crystals, with a slender neck, a long crane beak, and a tuft of deep blue feathers on its head, the patterns identical to the previous jade hairpin.

A pair of ice-blue eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without joy or sorrow, leaving only a cold scrutiny.

It spread its giant wings, hovered high in the sky, and looked down from above at Yun Ming and the six Void Refinement experts below; its cold voice, with a metallic echo, resounded through the world: "Who are you?"