Chapter 641: Chapter 583: Start by Choosing the Iron-Eating Beast

The former home of the Wood Spirit had already gathered quite a few cultivators.

Mo Xiuwen only flew out of the mechanism after making a final confirmation.

It was then that the Wood Spirit, reluctantly accompanied by Qing Wan, arrived late at the scene, while Mo Xiuwen babbled on explaining things to it.

Taking advantage of the Wood Spirit’s confused listening, Qing Wan suddenly sneaked over to Han Yu’s side.

What was she doing here?

Han Yu was also taken aback. Recently, he had felt that the way Qing Wan looked at him seemed a bit strange, though he couldn’t put his finger on exactly what was off.

Qing Wan walked straight to Han Yu’s side, her pretty face turned slightly red, and then she tiptoed towards Han Yu’s face under everyone’s gaze.

Some people noticed and had strange looks on their faces, especially those familiar with Ling Wuce, who wore a half-smile.

Was she going to kiss him?

Many speculated, indeed the men and women cultivators did not sweat the small stuff!

Everyone sighed.

Han Yu was also stiff all over, as he thought the same.

To kiss or not to kiss?

Should he refuse?

How should he refuse?

But after waiting for a while, she still hadn’t kissed him.

Instead, a breath of orchidea whispered softly beside his ear, "Start by picking the Iron-Eating Beast!"

That’s it?

A group of people was stunned. Although they couldn’t see it clearly, they generally saw the little girl blushing and whispering something before running back to the Wood Spirit’s side.

Han Yu was equally stunned, then his expression became peculiarly strange.

Was this a leaked question!?

Damn, it was a leaked question.

At first, when the Artifact Spirit said that the Wood Spirit might treat Qing Wan as its daughter, he was skeptical. Now, it was confirmed!

Qing Wan was only at the As You Wish stage, who knew how long it would take for her to break through, yet the Wood Spirit couldn’t wait to reveal the key to the trial to her.

This was straight-up cheating.

It didn’t even require guessing. When Qing Wan’s time came, the Wood Spirit might pull some strings, maybe even sneakily lower the difficulty.

The Wood Spirit was listening to Mo Xiuwen’s endless explanation when it abruptly turned around to see Qing Wan’s attempt to kiss Han Yu, nearly freaking out.

Watching Qing Wan bounce back, it showed a disgruntled expression on its deer-like face.

"Yo yo yo (What were you doing?)"

Qing Wan blushed, shook her head, and mumbled softly, "N-nothing!"

You’ve written it all over your face, and now you’re telling me nothing happened!

As the "father," the Wood Spirit couldn’t help but give Han Yu a wary look.

Fortunately, nothing else happened afterward.

A Celestial Wave Crossing docked above the massive mechanism, while a hundred cultivators from the Imperial Court continuously moved back and forth across the deck, dumping spirit stones.

Before long, after the mechanism was fully loaded, everyone silently retreated a mile back.

The Wood Spirit stood at the designated spot, receiving the converted light, which instantly filled the area with dazzling brilliance.

The Wood Spirit felt fuller than ever before, a sense of power it even found somewhat addictive.

But just the thought of using it all on Han Yu made it furious.

When the light dimmed, an adult sacred deer appeared, its once completely white body now shimmering with multicolored light, surrounded by nine-colored radiance, with impressive antlers—a truly majestic sight.

However, this stunning sacred deer immediately turned around and sprinted off.

"Yo yo yo (I’ll kill you!)"

Han Yu was hit in the chest by a sudden flash attack, sending him flying. He wanted to curse, but the Wood Spirit didn’t give him a chance, instantly injecting energy into his sea of consciousness, and the next moment, Han Yu closed his eyes with a darkened face.

After a dizzying sensation, he was completely unconscious.

After completing this, the Wood Spirit held its head high. Although it returned to its small deer form, that hit was more satisfying than anything else.

"Such a peculiar way to break through."

Xia Wuyou marveled from the sidelines. He was also at the peak of Divine Communication but had not found a way to break through before Han Yu; witnessing it now, he was amazed.

He actually wanted to know what it was like inside since he was both a cultivator and a divine power user. Who knows, he might have his own chance to break through one day!

A group of people couldn’t help but turn their heads to look at Chasing Soul, who shook his head vehemently.

"The Yama Hall doesn’t have any real divine power users."

Or rather, the Yama Hall had never given birth to five-element divine power users. The reasons were unknown, and the same seemed true for the Celestial Dao Sect.

Both environments were blessed, yet neither had divine power users.

Instead, it was the barren Central Continent that continuously birthed different Divine Power Users, and the five elemental spirits only converged here.

"What about your divine techniques?"

Quan Xiaotong spoke thoughtfully.

"Cultivated."

Chasing Soul shook his head and spoke; this was no secret after Han Yu unearthed the divine technique monsters; it couldn’t be hidden.

Among the crowd, the one who knew the most about breaking through with divine techniques was probably the Wood Spirit.

Yet it refused to speak, turning its head away with a proud little look.

So everyone turned to look at Qing Wan.

The little girl blushed and explained, "The Mountain Spirit once said that place is a trial ground where heaven and earth test divine power users."

"Only after passing the test can one be recognized by heaven and earth, thus breaking through to the Realm where one can harness the domain of heaven and earth."

Chasing Soul bowed his head in agreement; if the explanation is like this, it fits. In other words, the Domain Tier can be equated to the Divine Platform Realm.

All begin to touch the Power of Heaven and Earth, indeed having some sense of different paths leading to the same destination.

"The Mountain Spirit said the process of testing is sacred, heavy, full of the majestic power of heaven and earth."

Qing Wan solemnly summarized.

Sacred, my ass!

When Han Yu reopened his eyes, there was a towering tree before him, endless in sight; the entire world was gray as if only this one tree remained.

A tattered big axe lay beneath the tree; not only was it rusty, but it also had many chips.

This must be that damn Wood Spirit pulling dirty tricks behind the scenes.

Just like before, once he got in here, the connection with the Artifact Spirit was cut off, leaving him to rely only on himself.

After barely calming down, Han Yu was horrified to find he was worse off than last time.

The Fire Spirit had at least a chicken body last time; now, only a thought remained.

Fortunately, not long after, colorful lights suddenly appeared, and countless animals appeared before his eyes.

There were all kinds of birds and beasts. At this moment, Han Yu remembered Qing Wan’s whispered words before he came in and began to search for the giant panda.

The most nefarious thing was that the Wood Spirit had hidden this creature very deeply, amidst a dazzling array of animals, the giant panda was squeezed into the most inconspicuous place.

If he hadn’t known beforehand, maybe Han Yu would have had to try each one before there was a chance to choose it.

Once the thought belonging to Han Yu approached the giant panda, the light suddenly disappeared, and in the next moment, Han Yu had become a dumb yet adorable upright animal.

At this point, Han Yu still silently complained, "You, a Wood Spirit, symbolize life. Why is the content of the trial so abstract, and actually about chopping a tree!"

The test field had just one tree and one axe; besides thinking of chopping it, Han Yu really couldn’t think of any new tricks.

He picked up the axe, awkwardly walked towards the big tree, looked at the tree trunk as thick as over a yard, and then at the chipped, small, pitiful axe in his hand.

For a moment, he felt like choking the Wood Spirit.

Crack! Crack crack!

After swinging the axe a few times on the tree trunk, Han Yu seemed thoughtful, apparently feeling the great power of the giant panda; no wonder it was the key to passing the trial.

Han Yu doesn’t trust the Wood Spirit to treat him well, but he trusts that the Wood Spirit wouldn’t harm its daughter, so the giant panda was the absolute best choice!

Originally thinking he could chop his way through, after less than a hundred swings, a swarm of fist-sized wasps descended from the sky, swarming him stinging!

Helpless, Han Yu had to give up chopping the tree, wielding the axe to fight them.

Moments later, swollen like a pig’s head, he stepped over a ground full of wasp corpses and returned to the tree.

Yet after less than another hundred swings, a group of spiders the size of washbasins descended...

"Do you have to be this bloody!"

Chopping the tree could be tolerated, but this was a live slaughterhouse!

Seeing that the tree couldn’t be chopped again, Han Yu had to once again wield the axe to fight; this time, even his black and white fur was entirely dyed blood red.

After a hundred swings, a group of giant pythons emerged!

With the axe in hand, fight!

Another hundred swings, a pack of giant toothed sharks fell from the sky.

Han Yu was dumbfounded, even too exhausted to complain; he didn’t want to ponder how these things could fall from the tree.

He remained silent, merely wielding the axe to kill randomly.

Gradually, he began to feel exhausted.

This wasn’t only the fatigue brought by the physical body, but also that broken axe was truly too blunt; it would be difficult to handle the next batch of monsters.

Han Yu couldn’t help but curse, "Dare you let me use my own body to do this!"

If he could really enter with his body, he must tear these things apart by hand, even chopping the tree bare-handed.

This, of course, could only be a fantasy. After cursing the heavens for a moment, Han Yu wielded the axe once more, returning to the tree. Looking at the shallow pit left by seven or eight hundred swings, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath...