245: Chapter 245 A World of Its Own, the Ancestor Summons Him

The System notification sound had just faded.

Jiang Han immediately sank his consciousness into the System space.

He wanted to see exactly what kind of value the items dropped from Qin Changsheng, the Child of Destiny from the Immortal Realm, would have.

In the very center of the System space.

The object called the "world tree seed" floated quietly in mid-air.

Its entire body was a hazy, chaotic color.

The patterns on it were interwoven, as if evolving some supreme Dao from the beginning of heaven and earth.

With every breath, a vast vitality emanated from within the seed.

Even by just touching it with his Divine Sense, Jiang Han could feel that startling power of the Origin.

“System, what is the use of this world tree seed?”

Jiang Han asked in his mind.

A light flashed on the System panel, and a voice followed.

[Replying to host.]

[The World Tree is the Foundation of the Major Thousand Worlds, possessing the supreme power to support a world and nurture all things.]

[If the host can cultivate this seed to life, allowing it to take root and sprout...]

[Then an independently existing Major Thousand World can be opened up within the host's body.]

[The host will become the Dominator of this new world.]

[The World Tree will continuously provide the host with World Power and the Origin of Creation to nourish the Physical Body and Divine Soul.]

[Furthermore, the World Tree is not restricted by any domain barriers.]

[Its roots can take hold in the endless Void Realm, forcibly extracting the Origin of ten thousand worlds to strengthen itself.]

Jiang Han looked at that chaotic seed, clearly understanding what the System's words meant.

Possessing a portable Major Thousand World was equivalent to him alone having the heritage of an entire world.

The most crucial point was...

As long as the World Tree grew within his body, no matter which realm he went to, he would no longer be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao Laws of that realm.

If Qin Changsheng had possessed such a divine object, the outcome of today's battle might still have been in suspense.

“It's a good thing.”

With a wave of his hand.

Jiang Han directly designated a separate area within the System space to store this seed.

Now was not the time to cultivate the World Tree.

Jiang Han withdrew his Divine Sense from the System space.

He looked around.

After that earth-shattering battle in the Dead Miasma Forest, the ancient trees within a radius of hundreds of miles had been completely destroyed.

Jiang Han stayed no longer; he raised his right hand, joined his fingers like a sword, and made a stroke toward the void ahead.

Then he stepped forward, crossing into the crack, and his figure vanished without a trace.

...

Primordial Holy Land.

At the peak of Shengzhu Peak, the sea of clouds churned.

Suddenly, a crack was torn open from the inside by a pair of hands.

Jiang Han stepped out from the void crack.

He had just stood firm.

A beautiful figure crossed layers of void and appeared about ten feet in front of him.

Leng Qingqiu stopped her pace.

Her gaze swept up and down over Jiang Han's body.

His aura was steady and restrained, without the slightest disorder after a fierce battle.

Leng Qingqiu walked forward.

“How did you come back so quickly?”

Leng Qingqiu asked, looking into Jiang Han's eyes.

From when Jiang Han went to the Southern Domain's Dead Miasma Forest to find Qin Changsheng until now, the total time was only a few hours.

This even included the travel time.

Leng Qingqiu was very aware of the status of Qin Changsheng as the Young Lord of the Qin Clan in the Immortal Realm.

Even if Qin Changsheng had lost the protection of the Sumeru Immortal Palace and the immortal light guarding his body.

He surely still had many Immortal Realm secret techniques and life-saving trump cards.

Jiang Han's trip, even if he could win, should have been a hard-fought battle.

Spending three days and nights would have been normal.

Yet he had returned in such a short time.

Leng Qingqiu thought of a possibility.

“Did that Qin Changsheng escape?”

Leng Qingqiu spoke again.

Listening to Leng Qingqiu's question.

He took two steps forward, directly reached out, and grabbed Leng Qingqiu's hand.

With a forceful pull.

Leng Qingqiu crashed directly into Jiang Han's embrace.

“You have so little confidence in your husband?”

Jiang Han looked down at the cold, beautiful face so close to him.

Leng Qingqiu's red lips parted slightly, just about to speak.

Jiang Han turned his left wrist.

A brilliance flashed.

A long sword, its entire body flowing with a faint aura of time, appeared in his palm.

Jiang Han held the sword out in front of Leng Qingqiu.

Leng Qingqiu looked down, her gaze falling on that sword.

Although more than half of the immortal light on it had been dispersed.

But that immortal path aura emanating from the sword, which transcended the Four Domains, could not be faked at all.

Leng Qingqiu reached out and took the changsheng sword from Jiang Han's hand.

Leng Qingqiu looked up; she had seen this sword with her own eyes at the Sumeru Immortal Palace.

This was the immortal sword that Qin Changsheng had been holding at that time.

The sword is the person.

Now that the natal immortal sword was in Jiang Han's hands, and the Divine Soul mark on it had been wiped clean.

This meant that Qin Changsheng had already fallen.

“You really killed him?”

Leng Qingqiu asked.

“Not a bone left, soul completely destroyed.” Jiang Han nodded and spoke.

“Along with the Restriction mark left by that Immortal Realm expert in his soul, it was also wiped out.”

Hearing these words, Leng Qingqiu's hand holding the changsheng sword tightened slightly.

A person descended from the Immortal Realm had actually died in the Four Domains.

Leng Qingqiu handed the changsheng sword back to Jiang Han.

“This sword is no small matter.”

Leng Qingqiu looked at Jiang Han.

“The Dao Laws contained within it are enough to crush many of the top Emperor Weapons of the Four Domains.”

“Although this sword has been heavily damaged.”

“Its Foundation is still there.”

“Keep it safely; it might have great use in the future.”

Jiang Han took the changsheng sword and flicked the blade with his finger.

“I know.”

“That's exactly why I brought it back.”

With a flip of his hand, Jiang Han threw the changsheng sword back into his Storage Ring.

“Qin Changsheng is dead.”

“The matter of the person descending from the Immortal Realm has temporarily come to an end.”

Jiang Han looked at Leng Qingqiu.

Leng Qingqiu nodded, “Now that Qin Changsheng is dead, I'm afraid the clan forces behind him have already noticed.”

“When you go to the Immortal Realm in the future, unless necessary, do not use that changsheng sword lightly.”

While they were talking.

In the next instant.

An extremely ethereal voice suddenly came from the deepest part of the Primordial Holy Land.

The voice fell into the ears of Jiang Han and Leng Qingqiu.

“Little Jiang, come to the ancestral land for a moment.”

Jiang Han and Leng Qingqiu stopped their movements and both looked toward the source of the voice.

She pulled back her expression, “It's Ancestor Guyuan.”

As the Holy Lord of Taichu, she naturally recognized the owner of this voice.

“Why would the Old Ancestor seek you at this time?”

Leng Qingqiu looked at Jiang Han.

This Ancestor Guyuan was one of the four Taichu Ancestors from before.

Before this, even when she and Jiang Han were married, the several Old Ancestors had never summoned Jiang Han.

Why was it so unusual today?

Jiang Han looked at Leng Qingqiu's questioning eyes and smiled.

He reached out and patted Leng Qingqiu's shoulder.

“It's fine.”

“Since the Old Ancestor is calling me, he must have something to convey.”

“I'll know once I go.”

Jiang Han turned around.

Leng Qingqiu looked at Jiang Han's back.

“Go on.”

Jiang Han stepped forward with his right foot.

Performing the Great Void Technique, his figure turned into a streak of light, heading straight for the depths of the Holy Land.

The Taichu Ancestral Land was located in a restricted area far behind the Primordial Holy Land.

The outer perimeter was wrapped in 108,000 Interlocking Killing Formations.

After sensing Jiang Han's aura, the killing formations instantly calmed down, revealing a path for Jiang Han to pass through.

As Jiang Han moved forward, a valley appeared ahead.

At the edge of an ancient well, a figure was sitting.

It was indeed Ancestor Guyuan.

Jiang Han walked close and bowed slightly with cupped hands.

“Disciple Jiang Han greets Ancestor Guyuan.”