Chapter Ninety Cause

  Through a withered medicinal garden, Ding Yan finally arrived at the core area of this storage space. This is an abandoned valley, surrounded by mountains on all sides. As his gaze swept across, he could see that the hills were covered in withered spiritual grass everywhere. It was imaginable that in the past, the spiritual energy in this valley must have been extremely dense.

  In the center of the valley, there was a small pool about 100 meters in size. The spring water in the pool had long since dried up. Next to the pool, a small tree about half a person's height was planted. The green leaves on the tree were withered and yellow, as if they would wither and die at any moment. However, when Ding Yan saw this small tree, his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

  Quiet heavenly spirit tree!

  As for the news about this little tree, Ding Yan also suddenly remembered it when he recalled the Lingbao Record.

  As for the Lingbao Record, Ding Yan originally didn't take it to heart and only memorized its contents. After all, up until now, Ding Yan hadn't encountered anything recorded in the Lingbao Record. As for the method of identifying treasures recorded within, he hadn't used it even once.

  In the Lingbao Record, it is recorded that the Jingtian Spirit Tree is one of the rare treasures in the world that can produce spiritual energy on its own. This tree has an extremely strong vitality, and basically all the leaves on the tree contain a small amount of spiritual energy. Although it cannot compare to the spiritual stone of Dingyan's previous life, it excels in quantity and is inexhaustible.

  This rare tree, placed in this world, might just be a precious tree for cultivating spiritual medicine. However, if it were in the previous life of Ding Yan, perhaps any sect would be willing to go all out for this precious tree, because such a precious tree is equivalent to an inexhaustible spiritual stone for cultivators who take spiritual energy as their foundation.

  The preciousness of Ling Shi was naturally clearer than anyone else, as DIng Yan had been the Eldest Elder in his past life.

  Ding Yan walked forward and found that although the Jitian Ling tree had withered, its roots still had vitality. If it were transplanted elsewhere, it might come back to life again.

  "In this space, everything has been drained of its vitality, except for this tree that has survived, which is a testament to its extraordinary nature...... This precious tree did not exist in the world where Ding Yan lived in his past life. It was also Ding Yan's first time seeing it, and his understanding of it came entirely from the records in the Lingbao Scripture."

  "This Yellow Spring Old Immortal is indeed a being of the Ninth Dispersed Immortal Calamity. It seems that in the past, this small pool also stored spiritual springs." Ding Yan looked at the withered spiritual spring beside him with some regret.

  Carefully dug up this tree, along with the soil attached to the roots, and put it into the Qiankun sleeve.

  The Qian Kun sleeve was a space that was much larger than ordinary storage bags, and with Ding Yan's current cultivation level, it was easy to store this small tree inside.

  After receiving the treasure tree, Ding Yan found a rusty brocade box under the original tree hole where the treasure tree grew. When he opened the brocade box, there was a goose egg stone that shone with silver and white light inside. The stone was pale green in color, cool to the touch, and made of unknown material.

  "This stone actually didn't have its energy drained......" Ding Yan observed for a moment, but he couldn't figure out the origin of this stone either.

  There is no record of this stone in the Lianling Treasure Record.

  However, Ding Yan still picked up the stone, after all, this was once a storage space for a Ninth-Trial Loose Immortal, and anything that could be stored inside was definitely not an ordinary item.

  After walking for a long time, Ding Yan finally turned around the entire storage space and found that most of the things inside had withered away, and the remaining ones were basically inferior products. As for those things, Ding Yan didn't even take a look at them, except for the Ji Tian Ling tree and the small stone, Ding Yan didn't take anything else.

  With his eyesight, he had already seen that the internal texture of those things had been completely destroyed, and it was only a matter of time before they were completely scrapped.

  Just as Ding Yan was about to leave.

  The storage space suddenly shook, and a few cracks appeared on the ground. In the chaotic void above, a terrifying attractive force appeared invisibly. A huge vortex twisted the base point of this space, transforming it into existence. In an instant, countless vital forces within the space were sucked away by the vortex.

  The pupil of the eye contracts.

  A powerful attraction blew his robes rustling, and even had a momentum that wanted to take him in.

  However, Ding Yan did not notice these, because in his immortal sense of feeling, he clearly felt that the residual spiritual energy was being extracted from the broken artifacts not far away, transformed into threads of white silk visible to the naked eye, and flew towards the vortex.

  Bang...

  A long knife-shaped ritual implement had its last wisp of spiritual energy sucked away and directly shattered into pieces...

  Just as the vortex was about to expand further, three extremely powerful sword auras suddenly appeared in the chaotic space.

  Three sword energies, covering the sky and blocking the sun, with an aura that soars into the heavens!

  With the strange whirlpool, it couldn't withstand the three sword auras' strike and was cut off in mid-air, turning into scattered small whirlpools. Not long after, those small whirlpools also dispersed...

  The three sword energies annihilated the whirlpool and disappeared once again.

  The power of the whirlpool was lost, and everything around it returned to calm once again.

  Ding Yan looked in the direction where the three sword auras disappeared, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes. "No wonder everything in this space has been ruined. It seems that vortex is the culprit..."

  Mysterious whirlpool, the power contained within it, even Ding Yan couldn't see through, but not far away, that broken long knife-like artifact clearly confirmed Ding Yan's conjecture.

  Inside the city of wrongful death, there is a strange and eerie power.

  This power, at regular intervals, extracts the vitality of the city, and even this nearly independent storage space cannot escape. If it weren't for those three terrifying sword auras that have been guarding this space all along, everything in the space would have turned to ashes long ago, and even this space itself would have shattered.

  Because space is also a kind of power, with a whirlpool-like dominance, it is absolutely impossible to let go.

  "Those three sword auras should be the power left by Huang Quan Old Immortal to guard this storage space... But, who exactly triggered that whirlpool? Facing Huang Quan Old Immortal, this Nine Calamities Scattered Immortal's setup still sucked dry all the spiritual energy within this space."

  In Ding Yan's contemplation, the symbol that had been dormant above his dantian suddenly stirred.

  Then cracks spread all over, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into flying ash.

  At the moment when the runes shattered, this storage space seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and the ground cracked open directly. Countless rotten artifacts turned into dust under this shock.

  Ding Yan's figure flashed and dodged the crack on the ground, looking down to see that below the crack was a vast expanse of chaos.

  There, is spatial turbulence.

  The storage space refined by Da Neng is basically located in the turbulent flow of space. If the space is broken, everything here will be lost in the turbulent flow of space.

  "Turbulence is spreading." Ding Yan's expression changed.

  With his current strength, he can't survive in the chaotic space-time at all. If he falls into it, he will absolutely die without a chance of survival.

  Before he could think twice, Ding Yan's figure flashed and his feet tapped the Eight Trigrams, his body like a ghostly shadow as he fled towards the entrance.

  After Ding Yan left, about a breath of time later, the ground where he was originally located suddenly collapsed, and the surrounding mountains turned into pieces of rubble, continuously falling down, and then swallowed by that endless chaos...

  In the distant and obscure void, amidst the chaos, those three extremely powerful sword auras reappeared.

  Three sword auras, ignoring the terrifying void turbulence, transformed into three straight lines, flying towards the direction where Ding Yan disappeared...