126: Chapter 126 Enlightenment Under the Enlightenment Tree

Meanwhile, above the Destruction Dao.

A towering figure sat amidst the endless Laws of Destruction, surrounded by Destruction Qi capable of annihilating stars.

He was the current Destruction Dao Lord—Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao.

Years ago, he used supreme methods to slay the previous Destruction Dao Lord, Xuanche, erasing even his life imprint from the Destruction Dao to become the new Destruction Dao Lord.

That battle established his status among the Dao Lords and made the other Dao Lords wary of him.

At this moment, Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao slowly opened his eyes. His pupils reflected endless destruction and Rebirth, and he, too, sensed that aura.

Unlike Chen Huang, Dao Lord, Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao's perception of that aura was more direct and brutal.

The moment that aura touched the Destruction Dao, a sliver of it was captured by his Law power.

Although it was only a sliver, it was enough for him to deduce many things.

"A new Dao Lord?"

Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao muttered to himself, his voice booming like thunder in the Void Realm.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a flash of confusion crossed his eyes. Although that aura was powerful, it had not fully fused with any Dao, nor had it imprinted a life mark onto the Dao.

It was not a Dao Lord, yet it possessed power comparable to a Dao Lord.

"Interesting." A cold arc curled the corners of Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao's lips.

He was not as wary of the newly emerged threat as Chen Huang, Dao Lord; instead, he felt a spark of interest. Destruction was his Domain, and any existence that threatened his status would be destroyed by him.

Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao raised his hand, and a stream of Destruction power surged from his fingertips, transforming into a dark red eye in the Void Realm, scanning the Heavens and Myriad Worlds.

Then, it collided with an invisible wall. The eye condensed from Destruction power shattered instantly upon touching that wall, dissipating into a sky full of dark red specks of light.

Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao's expression finally changed, for he sensed an aura from that wall that was unfamiliar even to him.

"What kind of power is this?" Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao murmured, his interest deepening.

Zhu Hao, Lord of the Destruction Dao withdrew his Destruction power. He did not act as if facing a great enemy like Chen Huang, Dao Lord; instead, he left a wisp of Destruction power near that wall, waiting for that aura to appear again.

The Slaughter Dao Lord, Chaos Dao Lord, Yin and Yang Dao Lord... each of the existences standing at the pinnacle of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds was awakened at this moment.

They sensed that aura and the threat contained within it.

Some tried to trace its origin but returned empty-handed; some tried to deduce it but gained nothing; some tried to analyze it but ended in failure.

In the end, all Dao Lords made the same choice—to wait.

Wait for that aura to appear again, wait for that figure to surface, and only then would they take action to eliminate the threat.

Kunlun Small World, atop the Main Peak.

The enlightenment tree stood towering, its canopy like a ceremonial umbrella. Pale golden leaves swayed gently in the spiritual wind, casting down specks of golden spiritual light.

dao rhyme permeated beneath the tree, as if the Laws of the entire world were condensing and settling within this area.

Jiang Changge sat cross-legged beneath the enlightenment tree, his body surrounded by a layer of faint golden light—the lingering remnants of the Heavenly Dao blessing from his Breakthrough to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, which had not fully dissipated even after several months.

Since his Breakthrough to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, he had been sitting here.

It was called enlightenment, but it was more like clearing his mind, letting the Creation Sutra run on its own, and allowing the Laws of Heaven and Earth to flow into his perception naturally.

The enlightenment tree seemed to sense his presence, and the dao rhyme flowing between its branches and leaves was richer than usual.

Every few days, a leaf would drift down from the canopy. It would rotate slowly in the air, transforming into an arcane dao rune, silently merging into the layer of golden light around Jiang Changge.

The moment the dao rune entered his body, Jiang Changge's body would tremble slightly, and the dao rhyme surrounding him would intensify.

He did not deliberately collect those dao runes; they were the enlightenment tree's own choice, as if this ancient divine tree were paying tribute to this Sect Master in its own way.

Cultivation beneath the tree had become the most anticipated event for the Kunlun Disciples every month.

On the first day of the month, before dawn, Disciples would wait at the foot of the Main Peak.

Once the mountain gate opened, they would impatiently ascend to the peak, sit cross-legged around the enlightenment tree, and bathe in that golden spiritual light.

Jiang Changge's presence did not hinder their cultivation; on the contrary, it became a rare and invaluable Opportunity.

Whenever an enlightenment tea leaf drifted down and transformed into a dao rune merging into Jiang Changge, the enlightenment tree would tremble slightly.

A surge of dao rhyme, so rich it was nearly tangible, would spread in all directions from the spot where the dao rune dissipated.

The Disciples sitting cross-legged around would, at that moment, feel an unprecedented clarity, and the cultivation bottlenecks they had pondered for days would suddenly clear up like melting ice and snow.

This day was the first of the month again.

As the sky brightened, the top of the Main Peak was already full of people. Nearly a hundred Disciples sat cross-legged around the enlightenment tree, their eyes slightly closed, their breathing resonating with the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

Lu Jinghan sat in the front row, only a few zhang away from Jiang Changge.

His eyes were closed, his mind immersed in his Sea of Consciousness. The Time-Space Derivation Sutra within his body slowly circulated, resonating with the dao rhyme emitted by the enlightenment tree, and the power of time and space faintly swirled around him.

After his Breakthrough to the Soul Transformation Stage, his comprehension of the Dao of Time and Space had entered a completely new level.

At this moment, beneath the enlightenment tree, the previously blurred Laws of Time and Space seemed to have their mist parted by an invisible hand, clearly presenting themselves before him.

He could feel that the past, present, and future existed simultaneously, influencing and permeating each other.

Space was not a static container, but a three-dimensional structure of countless overlapping dimensions, with different Laws and different possibilities in each layer.

In his previous life, he had spent an entire era just to touch the edge of these Laws.

But in this life, under his Revered Master's guidance, guided by the Time-Space Derivation Sutra, and aided by the enlightenment tree, he had already entered the hall and taken his seat.

Meanwhile, outside Kunlun, in the Eastern Southern Wilderness.

A silent catastrophe was spreading across this vast land.

Eastern Southern Wilderness, Lingyuan Family.

In a secret chamber, Venerable Lingyun sat cross-legged in the center of a blood pool, his eyes tightly closed, surrounded by dark red mist.

The mist was so thick it was nearly tangible, churning and writhing around him as if alive, constantly devouring the remaining essence blood and Divine Soul in the blood pool.

Patriarch Lin Tianyou knelt outside the secret chamber door, his forehead pressed against the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.

He could no longer remember how many times he had prepared blood sacrifice Materials for Venerable Lingyun.

Initially, it was just thousands of Cultivators, then it became tens of thousands, and later, even he did not know how many people had been sacrificed.

Those vanished small and medium-sized factions, those missing Loose Cultivators, all became nutrients in this blood pool.

A low voice came from the secret chamber, Venerable Lingyun's: "Not enough, still not enough."

Patriarch Lin Tianyou's body trembled violently, his voice shaking: "Venerable, this Junior has done his best."

"Within a radius of ten thousand miles, the Cultivators that could be caught have been caught. If we expand further, I fear we will alarm the great factions of the Southern Wilderness."

"Alarm?" Venerable Lingyun sneered, his tone full of disdain.

"In my prime, those so-called great factions of the Southern Wilderness were nothing but ants beneath my feet. Even though my cultivation has not fully recovered, there is no need to fear them."

Patriarch Lin Tianyou opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was interrupted by Venerable Lingyun raising his hand.

"Continue to expand outward, starting with those small and medium-sized factions, swallowing them one by one. When I recover to the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, it will be the end of those great factions."

Venerable Lingyun's voice was icy and bone-chilling, carrying an unquestionable pressure.

"As for you, do what you are supposed to do, and I will not treat you poorly."

Patriarch Lin Tianyou gritted his teeth and kowtowed: "This Junior... obeys."