Chương 471: Chapter 470: Heavenly Emperor Hall

"Evolving Fusang Divine Tree sapling…"

"Flushing time rules…"

"Evolution complete!"

"Feedback: Million-year Fusang Divine Tree!"

"Description: At peak maturity after a million years, it radiates maximum Great Yang Holy Power, boasts quasi-immortal combat strength, and covers millions of square kilometers."

"Host, choose a transplant location—once set, it cannot change. Relocating reduces 100, 000 years of accumulation and strength." Ye Chen's eyes widened. The system really spawned a million-year Fusang Divine Tree with quasi-immortal power? True Immortals were unmatched; only quasi-immortals came close. The drawback? It couldn't move. Otherwise, wielding it in battle would be a death sentence for foes. Still, it was a massive boost. Transplanting it to his small world secured it against invasions.

If an enemy chased him inside, the tree would deliver a devastating surprise—locking the door and beating the dog. A total steal. With a thought, Ye Chen placed it in his small world's main peak, beside the Star Pool, facing the Moon Laurel Immortal Tree. The Fusang Tree shed Great Yang Holy Power, the Moon Laurel Tree moonlight, and the Enlightenment Tea Tree in the center rippled with Dao charm—a harmonious, pleasing scene. Ye Chen was delighted.

Withdrawing his spirit sense, he looked at Lin Qingtan with warmth and approval. Her contributions warranted further nurturing. Feeling his gaze, she yearned to resolve her constitution swiftly, to express her gratitude fully to her Holy Son. His rumored entanglements with her disciple, Li Feihuang? Irrelevant. With his many women, she didn't seek exclusivity—just a moment of his tenderness was her fortune. Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's experts boarded the ship, departing gracefully. Hua Yunfei left separately.

Other factions' cultivators lingered, scavenging the ruins. High in the void, a gold-robed elder stood, unnoticed for ages, a five-clawed purple-gold dragon perched atop his head. Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. As Ye Chen left, the dragon spoke.

"This kid's a gem. Early Deity Transformation, yet he sensed our aura. His talent and potential rival the chosen Heavenly Emperor's heir. Heavy Pupils, Supreme Heart, traces of True Dragon and True Phoenix Treasure Techniques, Battle Secret, and Pangu World-Opening Diagram—yet he hasn't mastered Heaven and Earth Manifestation. He's likely the Emperor's true descendant. Did the Emperor really hook up with that Kuafu Clan rival? Any records in the Hall? I say we approach him—two heirs are better than one.

The Emperor's heirs are hated; they'd support each other." The dragon wriggled, musing. The gold-robed elder, expression unchanged, plucked the purple-gold dragon from his head and tossed it aside.

"Our chosen Heavenly Emperor's heir is more suitable. Two heirs? Impossible. Our resources are limited, and this boy's too wild to submit. Nurturing him risks betrayal. He may have some of the Emperor's legacy, but the Heavenly Emperor Scripture is the Emperor's ultimate art. He's unworthy to meld countless scriptures like the Emperor did. His potential falls short." The dragon shrugged, climbing back atop the elder's head.

"Don't regret it." The elder smiled faintly.

"The Chaos Body is unmatched, destined to dominate and seize the immortal aura, leading us through the Immortal Gate. He's the one who should regret not being chosen. But we can spread word that he's this generation's heir. Our true heir needs time to grow, and someone must draw attention. With the myriad races rising and human factions resentful of the Emperor, his heir will face universal enmity. Let him bear the early hostility. When our true heir emerges, he'll crush all opposition." The dragon shrank, silent.

Its beastly instincts sensed the elder's misstep, though it couldn't pinpoint why. Deciding to forge goodwill with Ye Chen, it aimed to avoid trouble if things went awry. The elder continued, unaware of the dragon's thoughts.

"His legacies include some even our Heavenly Emperor Hall lacks. The Emperor's War Chariot—we scoured the continent, yet he has it. The Pangu World-Opening Diagram too. When he's no longer useful, I'll reclaim them myself." A chariot of heavenly fire materialized, and the elder sat calmly. The dragon, uneasy, avoided his head, sitting aside to dodge potential bad luck. The chariot burned through the void, departing silently.

On Heavenly Evolution Holy Land's ship, Ye Chen, unaware he'd been branded a decoy heir to draw fire, focused on cultivation. For a week, he sat in the Star Pool between the Moon Laurel Tree's chilling Great Yin Holy Power and the Fusang Tree's blazing Great Yang Holy Power, enhanced by the Enlightenment Tea Tree's Dao charm. His strength soared at an unimaginable pace.