Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 195: The Tree that Grows on the Coffin

Chapter 195: Chapter 195: The Tree that Grows on the Coffin

Perfected Xiao Qi, on the other hand, was hearing this statement for the first time. However, combining it with her experience over the past few days, she also came to believe it.

After all, over these days, she was almost certain that the group from Purple Dragon Island was moving along a straight line, yet the distance they had traveled was far more than just eight hundred li.

She asked, "Senior, do you have a way?"

Lu Ya chuckled, "I don’t have such a great ability, but I do know of a treasure in this world that points east and goes east, points north and goes north, and it will never lead you in the wrong direction."

Daoist Xiao Qi, confused, said, "The Divine Thought of a cultivator would not be wrong either."

"You are mistaken, Divine Thought is our thoughts. Since it is a human thought, it could be interfered with and could be wrong."

Daoist Xiao Qi slightly furrowed her brow, subtly asking, "Who has such great ability to influence the Divine Thought of so many of us?"

Lu Ya shook his head.

Nezha on the side then said, "By doing this, perhaps he wants to hide his presence. If this is the case, then maybe this person is hidden in the deepest part of the forest."

"Great thinking, but everything must be seen with one’s own eyes to be sure."

Perfected Bei Ming laughed and said, "Alright, Daoist friend, stop keeping us in suspense, what is this treasure?"

Lu Ya smiled slightly, "Speaking of which, I still have another twist to sell. Nezha, why don’t you try guessing what it is?"

Me, guess?

Looking at the smile on Lu Ya’s face, Nezha felt a chill rise in his heart.

He knew that there were some Great Cultivators in this world with vast Divine Skills; they could almost know everything they desired to know.

But even with channels to obtain information that others couldn’t compare to, you first had to know about the matter and then pay attention to it.

Lü Ya asking him to guess—does that mean he knew Nezha had seen or come into contact with such a thing?

Why did he know that Nezha knew, because he particularly paid attention to him?

The world is vast, with countless living beings.

Lu Ya is such a mysterious Cultivator; why has Nezha encountered him time and time again, and why would he go out of his way to help him?

Because he is an Outer Heaven Demon?

Nezha knew that now was not the time to ponder, and if Lu Ya intended to scheme against him, he had absolutely no way to resist.

Considering Lu Ya’s question, an idea flashed through his mind, and he said, "Seven Fragrant Cars!"

"Indeed much smarter than that fool Taiyi."

Lu Ya smiled with satisfaction and said, "The Seven Fragrant Cars are treasures left behind by Emperor Xuan Yuan when he defeated Chi You at Beihai. If one sits upon it, without any guidance, and wishes to go east then it goes east, wishes to go west then it goes west; it’s an inheritance treasure. Last autumn, Bo Yikao, son of Ji Chang, offered this treasure to Emperor Chengtang to rescue his father from Yu-li, and I borrowed this treasure especially for this trip to the Fir Forest."

"Asking Emperor Chengtang to lend a treasure, Daoist Lu Ya, in the Sealing God Battle, are you planning to stand with Chengtang?"

Faced with Perfected Bei Ming’s question, Lu Ya only smiled without answering.

But suddenly Perfected Bei Ming asked, "Chengtang? Emperor? Has the Xia Dynasty perished?"

As he spoke this, everyone turned to look at him.

Nezha too felt astonished; to speak nothing of the Xia Dynasty, even now Chengtang was nearing his end. Is this person out of touch with the outside world?

Perfected Bei Ming laughed and said, "Don’t take it the wrong way, fellows. Daoist Bei Ming has been in closed-door cultivation, comprehending the Dao. Had I not called him out of his retreat to explore this Fir Forest together, maybe he would still be in the mountain’s deep caves living like a wild man."

Having said this, everyone also smiled.

After meditating and adjusting their breathing, they agreed to take the Seven Fragrant Car towards the center of the Fir Forest once dawn broke.

Lu Ya then quietly asked Nezha, "How are your injuries?"

"Nothing but some blood loss."

Nezha said this as his heart beat vigorously, pumping large amounts of fresh blood to all parts of his body. In just one night, his injuries healed by a significant extent.

He cleared an open space and waited for Lu Ya to bring out the Seven Fragrant Cars. Nezha’s eyes then widened in disbelief.

He thought to himself, could it be that there is indeed a connection between the origins of all things?

Otherwise, why would something that looked like an opulently styled caravan have a twelve-cylinder engine made of alloy at the front?

He walked up to the Seven Fragrant Cars, tapped on it with his finger, and searched all over the vehicle, but couldn’t find where to fuel it, which eased his mind quite a bit.

After a thorough explanation from Lu Ya, it turned out that this vehicle was powered by Spirit Stones and could travel a thousand li in a day.

Though that was the claim, within the Fir Forest where underbrush and trees intertwined without any clear path, the speed they could travel at all depended on how fast the pathfinder moved.

However, no one present was concerned about riding in the vehicle; they just needed the Seven Fragrant Cars to point them in the right direction.

Regardless of whatever plants, bamboos, rocks, or beasts blocked the way in the forest, those present took turns stepping forward, using various swordsmanship and knife techniques to clear a path with ease.

They were quite lucky that day, not encountering the persistent God-slaying Worm again, and managed to cover hundreds of li at one go.

As the sun set behind the western hills, there was still faint light coming from the northern horizon.

Nezha leaped into the air, soaring dozens of zhang high. When he landed back on the ground, everyone gathered around to ask him.

Nezha said, "Over there, there’s a huge tree with a canopy so large it covers a few hundred zhang, like an umbrella. The light is filtering through the leaves."

"This tree must be the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree, no doubt."

Once the words of Perfected Huang Shi were spoken, everyone subconsciously spread out.

The group collaborated, using the Seven Fragrant Cars brought by Daoist Lu Ya to reach this point.

But even the most naive among them wouldn’t believe that Lu Ya, or anyone else, would willingly hand over a treasure they got.

One moment everyone was helping each other out, as harmonious as siblings or close kin; the next moment, they might draw their swords against one another, blood flowing into rivers.

This wasn’t a wild guess but a reality that would almost certainly occur.

And at times like this, Lu Ya was seen differently from the others.

Even though his Mana was suppressed, he had used the Innate Spiritual Treasure ’Slayer of the Immortals Flying Knife’ and his Realm was unfathomable, making him the greatest threat among those present.

Shen Gongbao thought so too.

The moment he saw the Slayer of the Immortals Flying Knife, every pore on his body seemed to tremble.

But he had his own methods. He figured that the Slayer of the Immortals Flying Knife was indeed formidable; unless something unexpected happened, he must kill Lu Ya before the knife was drawn, or his own methods would be fruitless.

Despite Lu Ya being a Quasi-Saint and Shen Gongbao only a Golden Immortal, within the Fir Forest, his prepped technique might indeed stand a chance.

Each of the dozen or so people had their own thoughts.

But these thoughts disappeared without a trace when they laid eyes on the coveted Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree, overwhelmed by what they saw.

In everyone’s mind, the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree was expected to be resplendent and bursting with life.

To everyone’s surprise, the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree, strikingly out of place in the deadly silent and dangerous Fir Forest, was growing in the river of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs.

Where the Fir Forest had once been endless, the surroundings were now incredibly open and spacious.

Besides stones, there was only dead yellow soil where nothing grew on either bank of the river.

But the strangest part was the tree itself.

The tree had an enormous canopy that covered the sky, but its trunk was disproportionately small at the top compared to its size.

The trunk narrowed down from top to bottom, getting as thin as a woman’s waist at the base.

Yet despite this, the tree did not topple over; instead, its branches and roots were entangled and submerged in the waters of the Ten Thousand Yellow Springs.

With everyone’s keen vision, upon a closer look at the roots of the Ten Thousand Spirit Treasure Tree, a chill rose up their spines.

It turned out that the roots, though in the water, did not burrow into the silt of the riverbed. Instead, they were coiled around an ancient coffin that looked extremely old!

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