Cultivation Starts from Farming-Chapter 484 - 263: Xuantian Spirit Treasure
Xu Ping’s gaze once again fell on the withered tree, his eyes full of thick joy and amazement.
One must know that enhancing luck to such a degree was previously almost like a fairy tale, something unimaginable.
Regardless, Xu Ping had cultivated for many years and had never heard of anything that could so magically enhance luck.
This shows that the origins and foundation of this withered tree probably far exceeded his original imagination!
"If the gourds on this withered tree fully mature, then it might truly be the moment to obtain a heaven-defying opportunity!"
Xu Ping thought to himself, his eyes flickering with a burning light.
"Why don’t I give it a try? Even though ripening this withered tree would definitely consume many years of my life..."
This thought flashed through Xu Ping’s mind like lightning.
If he could indeed succeed in ripening the gourds ahead of time, it would undoubtedly be a heavenly blessing!
Try it!
Xu Ping quickly made up his mind.
"Fall!"
Xu Ping stood before the withered tree, quickly forming a seal with his hands and whispering incantations.
In an instant, a patch of misty azure clouds appeared out of nowhere.
The next moment, countless azure raindrops fell, like fine threads, gently sprinkling onto the withered tree.
These azure raindrops were rich with vitality power and quickly merged into the withered tree upon contact.
After half an hour, Xu Ping stopped casting his spell.
"Are you kidding me? It consumed an entire year of my lifespan, yet the withered tree only gained a faint trace of vitality??"
Feeling the almost negligible change in the withered tree, Xu Ping was immediately filled with depression.
He estimated that even if he expended his entire lifespan, it would still be a distant dream to ripen this withered tree.
Thus, the idea of simply consuming life to ripen this withered tree turned out to be an illusion.
Now, it seems there is only one last hope to quickly ripen this withered tree.
Thinking of this, Xu Ping’s gaze unwittingly fell on the sapling of the Flame Prison Purple Wood.
After all, it was two jade stones that fell from the Flame Prison Purple Wood that activated this withered tree.
If he could get a few more such jade stones, it would surely greatly shorten the maturation time of this withered tree.
But the only pity is that with his current ability to ripen, ripening the Flame Prison Purple Wood sapling to a ten-thousand-year level is obviously beyond reach.
After all, last time it cost him eight hundred years of lifespan to ripen a nearly nine thousand-year-old Flame Prison Purple Wood to a ten-thousand-year level.
Now, although his Longevity Skill has made a breakthrough and reached the level of Minor Achievement, significantly enhancing his ripening ability compared to before.
There is still a huge gap to ripening the Flame Prison Purple Wood sapling to a ten-thousand-year level.
However, Xu Ping was not too disappointed by this.
In his view, not being able to do it now doesn’t mean it will never be possible.
Once his Longevity Skill reaches Perfection and his cultivation is stronger, he will be able to achieve it sooner or later.
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In the Cultivation Realm of Nanchuan, within the Central Domain, stands the renowned Heaven-Suppressing Sect.
The fifth-level Spirit Vein holy land within its territory has always been the core of the sect, with spiritual qi shrouding it and auspicious clouds gathering.
"Quick! Report to the Sect Leader! And the Supreme Elder!"
At this moment, in the restricted area of the spiritual garden, an old man with white hair was full of shock.
His eyes were wide open, staring intently at the scene within the light shield before him.
Inside the light shield, there was a segment of wood showing a hint of green, yet it had already split into two halves.
"Master Zhong, what on earth has happened?"
"The Supreme Elder has been in seclusion for a hundred years without emerging. Unless it’s a matter of great importance, we mustn’t disturb him lightly..."
At this time, a purple lightning bolt tore through the void, and a tall, brawny man with purple hair appeared instantly in front of the old man.
This man was built like sculpted steel, with muscles bulging all over his body, surrounded by threads of thunder, crackling and producing a terrifying aura. He had clearly reached the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm.
The old man’s heart was burning with anxiety as he pointed at the withered tree within the light shield, speaking rapidly:
"The Profound Celestial Vine has already broken into two parts, which means someone has successfully cultivated the Profound Celestial Embryo!"
"You should be aware that anything Profound Celestial is unique!"
"Someone has cultivated the Profound Celestial Embryo?"
The purple-haired man’s complexion changed dramatically upon hearing this.
He knew very well what the Profound Celestial Embryo signified.
If someone else cultivates the Profound Celestial Spirit Treasure, it could even shake their Heaven-Suppressing Sect’s position, altering the entire cultivation landscape of Nanchuan.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the purple-haired man dared not delay for even a moment and immediately said:
"I will inform the Sect Leader at once and have him seek the Supreme Elder to emerge from seclusion!"
Before his words were finished, his figure suddenly flashed, transforming into a dazzling bolt of lightning and disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only faint traces of electricity lingering in the air.
In the span of a few breaths, over the holy land of the Heaven-Suppressing Sect, several terrifying mana auras emerged one after another.
Each aura seemed like a towering, insurmountable mountain, weighing down so heavily that the surrounding air seemed to solidify, making it hard to breathe.
Those possessing such magnificent and mighty auras were undoubtedly great cultivators of Nascent Soul Perfection, dominating their region within the cultivation realm.
In the cultivation realm, they were the kind of existence whose mere stomp could make all of Nanchuan tremble.
