The Feng Zun Journey
Back to Sky Mansion

The black talisman had a distinctive shape, almost like a chain, with strange patterns etched around it.

Feng Zun picked it up and examined it, then he immediately realized that it was some kind of signal talisman, to ask for reinforcements! 

I will look for an opportunity to destroy it and see, how many prey I can take from the Heavenly Devil Prison, Feng Zun thought. 

Then he kept the talisman and the Binding Soul Flag, but he did not bother to glance at Fu Cheng's other items.

"Let's go." 

Feng Zun only glanced at Wang Yutong and the others, then turned around and walked towards the distant darkness, his friends also rushed after him.

"Young Master Feng, take care of yourself!" 

Wang Yutong clenched his fists.

Meng Cangwu and the others also clenched their fists.

Although Feng Zun left without saying goodbye, but who would dare to treat him disrespectfully?

After all, if Feng Zun and his friends did not show up tonight, Guanglun City might have already fallen into a raging wave of ferocious beasts!

...

Outside the Prefectural Capital of Guanglun, by the mainland.

The night was quiet, with silence on all sides.

Feng Zun stopped, and after hesitating for a moment, he decided to travel to the Han Dynasty, to take a look.

"Young Master, where are we going?" Yin Ying asked.

“I'm worried after this. I won't go back to the Great Zhou and the Han Dynasty. So I want to take this opportunity to look around.

Feng Zun relaxed.

The Han Dynasty, you could say, was a kind of "origin country" for him, now, after the great war in his world.

But it was ultimately not his real homeland.

As he chased after the higher Grand Dao later on, he would definitely venture further and further, and leave this world behind.

Therefore, he wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to take a look around and say goodbye.

They say, "home is where the heart is" and the Han Dynasty will probably remain in his heart forever.

……

The next morning.

Outside the gates of the Imperial Capital of Han, Guangling City.

Feng Zun stared at the familiar city walls, and figures appeared without being asked in his mind.

The agile and beautiful Weng Xue, the intelligent and greedy Qin Ling, the honest and simple Weng Hang. 

Other than those little friends, there was the City King of Fiu Shan, Commander Nie Baihu, Family Head Juan Yungchong, Juan Lianjun, Nie Tang…

However, Guangling City had now clearly changed since he was last here.

Outside of the city, the ground was filled with corpses of ferocious beasts. The walls were covered in blood, and many parts of the gate had split and collapsed. 

In the past, the city would be crowded and crowded during the hours of this morning.

Now, however, the only people they saw were a group of armed guards patrolling the city. 

There was no doubt that spiritual beasts had also attacked Guangling City, but it seemed like their influence was relatively small.

Feng Zun stepped confidently through the city gate.

As he was walking in the city, he accidentally found himself on a street he was familiar with, and he saw the Sky Mansion in the distance.

Feng Zun had once lived in the Sky Mansion.

It was there that he obtained the Soul Nurturing Pumpkin after killing Reverend Su Weng, and there too he first met Ning Sih.

This residence had turned into an academy, consisting of martial artists who admired the legend of the young genius, Feng Zun.

After the departure of its leader, Chuyu, the Sky Mansion is now turned into a makeshift hospital for the raging war.

Even in the early hours, there was a very long line outside the mansion.

Most of the patients were martial artists, they were all wearing blood-stained clothes, and their hair was disheveled. It seemed that they had just experienced a bloody battle.

"Wait here for a minute."

Feng Zun instructed Zhenyu and the others to wait in the courtyard of the Sky Mansion, then he stepped into it.

Inside, everyone was busy with their duties. 

The few Sky Mansion maids that Hu Qian led, personally helped bandage the wounds of some martial artists.

The thick smell of blood mixed with the scent of medicinal plants, and the combination irritated his nose.

The moment Feng Zun entered, a servant looked up puzzledly. "Young master, are you here to look for a healer?"

Feng Zun shook his head, "You can continue doing what you want to do."

Despite his confusion, the servant was too busy, so he did not want to pay too much attention to Feng Zun any further, then the servant immediately returned to work.

Feng Zun continued through the back door and arrived at the other courtyard.

There, he spotted three gray tiled buildings arranged like “ ⁇ ” characters, a flower garden, and a fish pond. The old peach tree stood firmly in the middle of the courtyard, next to an old well.

The bright morning sunlight shone on the courtyard, making it seem unusually peaceful.

The page was the same as in the past, there must have been someone who came to clean, and did the maintenance on this page on a regular basis, everything was very neat and clean.

Feng Zun took out his rotational chair, then lay under the old peach tree. 

He immediately felt an indescribable calm, a shadow as he stayed in this courtyard appearing without being asked into his consciousness.

A gentle breeze blew, and the branches of the old peach tree swayed, the leaves rustling.

Feng Zun looked at the tree, then he suddenly froze and was stunned.

The old peach tree turned out to have a trace of consciousness!

"Have you greeted me?" Feng Zun asked softly.

The branches of the old peach tree swayed as if expressing excitement.

Feng Zun smiled, he could guess what was going on.

During his time in this Sky Mansion, he had guided Ning Sih's cultivation on this page. Furthermore, when he was cultivating here, he had gathered heaven and earth origin spiritual energy.

The old peach tree seemed to benefit a lot from this.

Now that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was gradually recovering, the old tree with its roots firmly planted in the earth, had most likely given birth to consciousness.

“With your foundation as an ordinary peach tree, you achieved spirituality because of my presence. Consider that it is luck to you, the rarer and more precious is destiny to bring us together once again. Alright then, since we are destined to meet, so I will help you once again.”

Feng Zun rose up from his rotating chair, raised his hand, and outlined something in the sky.

The wisps of the Wood Element Dao formed into a misty green light, and were sprayed from Feng Zun's fingertips. In just a few moments, the light deciphered a profound and complicated Decree.

"Go." 

Feng Zun gently waved his hand.

The decree outlined with the Wood Element Dao turned into a misty green light, it surged and enveloped the old peach tree. 

Feng Zun then put his hands behind him and watched everything in silence.

It was already winter, and the bark of the tree was cracked and dry, while the branches were also bare.

But soon, spiritual energy gathered from all directions and bathed the peach tree.

The originally grey and bare branches of the tree, now appear lush with dense life force, turning them bright and green. Fresh new leaves sprout, and it grows at an incredible speed …

In just a few moments, the tree became green and full of vitality. Dense life force filled the courtyard, making every breath pleasant and soothing.

“If people treat you well, stay here and protect them. If you do, you can consume the spiritual energy of the heavens and the Earth and benefit from the incense, and the piety of the benefactors. You need not be afraid of failing to become an object of worship, and your cultivation will run smoothly."

Feng Zun said casually.

“But if they are greedy, and if they try to use your wood to refine medicine, you can go and look for the Grand Dao yourself...

“However, you are now what the people in the Han Dynasty call the ancestral spirit. If a tree like you maintains a firm and good heart, then one day you will surely get your own world."

With that, Feng Zun turned around and left.