250: Chapter 250 The Morning After the Battle: The Ancient Clan Returns to the Great Wilderness

The next morning.

After a night, Su Ningyu's bedchamber was no longer in its previous state.

Su Ningyu and Liu Qingcheng lay on the long couch, sleeping with their eyes closed.

Even though the two of them had joined forces last night to resist Jiang Han, they still hadn't gained the slightest advantage over him.

Having now stepped into the Late Stage of the Rule-Transcending Realm, Jiang Han's physique was as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, with an endless supply of blood qi.

Whether in terms of cultivation or physical strength, neither woman could compare to Jiang Han at all.

After a few rounds, the two of them quickly collapsed, utterly no match for him.

In the end, they could only repeatedly beg for mercy.

Jiang Han acted as if he heard nothing, having no intention of letting them off easily.

At this moment, Su Ningyu slowly opened her eyes.

She struggled to prop up the upper half of her body.

Liu Qingcheng lay prone beside her, unable to muster any strength, her eyelids tightly closed.

Standing before the couch, Jiang Han had already tidied his robes and tied the sash around his waist.

Su Ningyu pulled over the brocade quilt, covering herself and Liu Qingcheng.

She looked at Jiang Han, who was preparing to leave.

"Senior Brother, are you leaving already?" Su Ningyu asked.

Jiang Han turned his head, his gaze falling on Su Ningyu's face.

"Yes."

"I need to make a trip to the Great Desolate Ancient Clan," Jiang Han replied.

Hearing the name of the Great Desolate Ancient Clan,

Su Ningyu parted her red lips slightly, initially wanting to say she wished to go with him.

But on second thought,

she looked at Liu Qingcheng, who was resting with closed eyes beside her, and felt the completely empty spiritual energy within her own body.

Jiang Han was now in the Late Stage of the Rule-Transcending Realm, capable of even killing people from the Immortal Realm.

The gap between him and both her and Liu Qingcheng was growing wider and wider.

If they insisted on tagging along, they would likely only become a burden to him should anything happen.

Su Ningyu bit her lip and swallowed back her desire to go with him.

Her top priority now was not to cling to him, but to focus on cultivating and catch up to his footsteps as soon as possible.

Su Ningyu lay back down on the bed.

"Senior Brother, please be careful on your journey."

Jiang Han smiled, stepping over to the bedside.

He reached out, his fingertips brushing against Su Ningyu's cheek.

"I know."

With a flick of his wrist, Jiang Han placed two Storage Rings aside.

Both of them contained vast amounts of cultivation resources.

"There are some cultivation resources inside, enough to last the two of you for a long time."

"Cultivate in peace at the Holy Land."

With that, Jiang Han did not linger any longer, turning around and striding out of the bedchamber.

Stepping out of the bedchamber doors, Jiang Han arrived on the stone platform.

He raised his head, looking up at the rolling sea of clouds above.

With one hand behind his back, he waved his wide sleeve.

Several dragon roars instantly resounded from above, and the sea of clouds rolled back to both sides.

The nine-dragon chariot crushed the Void Realm, manifesting from the end of the horizon.

Nine flood dragons swayed their bodies, pulling the chariot as it landed in mid-air above Shengzhu Peak.

With a light tap of his foot, Jiang Han's figure turned into a stream of light.

He landed directly onto the main seat of the dragon chariot.

"Go," Jiang Han commanded.

The flood dragons raised their heads, letting out a long howl in unison.

With a whip of their dragon tails, they pulled the nine-dragon chariot straight into the clouds.

The stream of light pierced through the Sect Protection Array of the Primordial Holy Land, speeding toward the location of the Great Desolate Ancient Clan.

Many Disciples in the Holy Land watched the dragon chariot tear through the sky, stopping what they were doing one after another.

They all raised their heads, watching it with respectful gazes.

...

The dragon chariot flew smoothly.

Below, cities, mountains, and great rivers receded rapidly.

Jiang Han sat cross-legged on the seat, his eyes closed.

Drawing his Divine Sense inward, he sank directly into the System space.

In the center of the System space,

the world tree seed quietly floated in mid-air.

Jiang Han's Divine Sense formed a phantom figure, standing in front of the world tree seed.

He carefully examined the seed.

Since he had obtained such a divine object, he couldn't just leave it sitting in the System space forever.

If he could make it sprout and take root early, opening up a Major Thousand Worlds inside his body,

he would have enough confidence when facing those from the Immortal Realm in the future.

But the question was, how could he make it sprout?

Jiang Han reached out his right hand.

The Spirit Devouring Heavenly Art operated rapidly.

He gathered the stray spiritual energy around him, turning it into a condensed wisp of spiritual light and transferring it toward the world tree seed.

The moment the Spiritual Qi touched the seed's shell, it vanished without a trace in an instant.

The seed remained completely unchanged; not even a single glimmer of light appeared.

Ordinary spiritual energy was simply useless.

Jiang Han withdrew his spiritual energy.

He formed hand seals in front of him, and the Life Creation Art operated once more.

A surge of qi of creation, filled with ultimate vitality, gushed from his palms.

The qi of creation drifted toward the world tree seed, wrapping around it.

This time, a very faint halo of light lit up on the surface of the seed.

The halo absorbed all of the qi of creation.

But the halo lasted for less than half a breath before going out again.

There was still no sign of the seed sprouting.

Jiang Han lowered his hands.

Operating the Great Sun Burning Heaven Scripture, he tentatively used a trace of Extreme Yang Fire to burn the seed's shell.

There was still no reaction.

It seemed that as the Foundation of the Major Thousand Worlds, the nutrients the World Tree required were definitely not something a mere few wisps of Spiritual Qi or qi of creation could satisfy.

It would likely require continuous watering with endless Origin power or top-grade immortal items.

In the world of the Four Domains, it was probably impossible to find enough resources to accelerate its growth.

He could only leave it for the future and make plans after heading to the Immortal Realm.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Han exited the System space.

He opened his eyes and looked outside the chariot.

He would temporarily put aside the matter of the World Tree.

The immediate priority was to first borrow that precious treasure from the Great Desolate Ancient Clan.

Day and night alternated.

A day passed in the blink of an eye.

In the sky ahead, the outline of the Great Desolate Ancient Clan's territory emerged beneath the clouds.

The clouds at the horizon rolled endlessly.

The nine flood dragons pulling the dragon chariot lowered their altitude,

stopping in the air above a certain area.

The flood dragons exuded an extremely powerful dragon might.

The dragon might spread in all directions, shocking the Yao Beasts in the forest below so much that they prostrated themselves on the ground, unable to rise.

With such a grand commotion, the Great Desolate Ancient Clan immediately reacted.

Swish, swish, swish!

Several powerful auras soared into the sky, heading straight into mid-air.

The leader was none other than Senior He Tianba.

He strode through the air, his blood qi surging like a dragon, each step he took producing the sound of air explosions.

Behind Senior He Tianba, He Lielie followed closely.

Several Great Desolate Ancient Clan Elders clad in animal skins also appeared, standing in mid-air.

Upon their arrival, their gazes unanimously locked onto the nine-dragon chariot.

Senior He Tianba stopped in his tracks, instantly recognizing the visitor in mid-air.

"Hahahaha!"

Senior He Tianba looked toward the dragon chariot.

"Holy Son Jiang!"

"What brings you to my Great Desolate Ancient Clan today?" Senior He Tianba asked aloud.

Jiang Han stood up from the main seat of the dragon chariot.

He took a few steps and walked out.

Standing atop the chariot, Jiang Han looked at Senior He Tianba and the others.

Jiang Han raised his hands and cupped his fists.

He bowed slightly in Senior He Tianba's direction.

"Senior He," Jiang Han spoke.

He casually offered a polite remark.

"I'm afraid I'm here to trouble you again."

Hearing Jiang Han's words, Senior He Tianba laughed out loud.

"Hahaha!"

Senior He Tianba waved his arm and laughed heartily.

"No matter!"

"Come inside with me first!"