The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

The morning mist in the East China Sea always carries three parts of the gentleness of water vapor and seven parts of the mystery of the deep sea.

Before the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, the nameless island had been wrapped in the flowing mist into a ball of translucent chalcedony. Mist droplets hung on the branches of red coral, frozen but not falling, as if even time had slowed down at this moment.

When Yu Shuheng came walking on the waves, there was not a single ripple on the sea surface.

The hem of his black robe lightly brushed the shimmering waves, and the water droplets that should have soaked the fabric seemed to have received instructions and hovered three inches outside the sleeves, reflecting the faint light in the mist, like broken diamonds on black satin.

The thousand-year-old clam lurking underwater had already opened its shell, revealing the glittering pearls inside. However, after sensing his breath, it quietly closed its shell again and hid back in the deep sea, not daring to move.

This is the unique deterrent power of the Mahayana World Tree. Not only can it control the rules of the heaven and earth around it, but even the sea breeze has to take a detour according to its wishes and dare not disturb it in the slightest.

"If Taoist Xuan Muzi saw this scene, he would probably sigh again, 'The way of heaven is unpredictable.'" Yu Shuheng twisted his fingertips lightly, and a wisp of light golden life energy flowed in his palm. His thoughts involuntarily drifted to Xuan Muzi in the jade pendant's planting space - the World Tree Senior who had lived for millions of years.

It can't be said to be a remnant soul. After all, the vitality of that half black world tree has not been cut off. If it is nurtured in the planting space of the jade pendant, the old tree can still sprout and grow again into a world tree connecting the three realms.

After all, Senior Xuan Muzi was born on Qingyuan Star. The trunk of his body once connected the fairyland and the underworld, and most of his roots were coiled around the core of the entire planet. His control over Qingyuan Star was comparable to that of the Heavenly Dao.

The World Tree is the embodiment of the cosmic order. The legendary Jianmu is the ultimate form of the World Tree, which can reach heaven and earth, and connect the human and divine worlds.

If Senior Xuanmuzi had not been seriously injured and Qingyuan Star had not fallen into the black hole, Senior Xuanmuzi's original world tree would have been a shortcut for Mahayana cultivators to break through the void - just climb along the trunk and you can directly step into the fairyland without having to go through a life-threatening calamity.

Of course, not all Mahayana cultivators know about this kind of opportunity.

Senior Xuan Muzi is aloof and arrogant, and only recognizes "those with whom he is destined" in his life.

By chance, Yu Shuheng and his companions broke into the Land of the Fallen Gods and received his personal teachings. It was both fate and strength that made it possible.

At this moment, Yu Shuheng's understanding of the World Tree is no longer the same as that of the ignorant rookie who lived for 100,000 years and thought he was an evergreen tree.

He already has a clear understanding of the World Tree and Jianmu.

Under the guidance of Senior Xuan Muzi, Yu Shuheng is integrating the laws of Qingyuan Star bit by bit.

After all, Senior Xuan Muzi and the Heavenly Dao of Qingyuan Star each held half the power. Now the Heavenly Dao is either asleep or half asleep, so Yu Shuheng has become the new "incarnation of order" of Qingyuan Star.

Now, except for a few forbidden areas left over from ancient times, he can reach any corner of Qingyuan Star with just a thought.

Even more remarkable was Yu Shuheng's breaking of the fundamental rules of the World Tree. Normally, only one World Tree would be born in a galaxy, and from the moment it sprouted, it would be bound to its source star, sharing life and death. Once it had grown to the point where it could communicate with the three realms, it would be unable to move, barring death or being accidentally poached for use as raw material for refining tools and elixirs.

But Yu Shuheng is different. Not only can he practice alone like an ordinary cultivator, he can also successfully transform into a human form, hide the original world tree in his own personal space, and travel around the world with ease.

As long as his cultivation is sufficient, Yu Shuheng, the World Tree, can even roam freely in the void!

When Xuan Muzi first saw it, he was so shocked that he couldn't even speak complete sentences. He said bluntly that this was the most outrageous "exceptions to heaven" he had seen in millions of years.

After all, before this, ancient spiritual plants like the World Tree were unable to transform.

After all, like the World Tree, it is meant to communicate the three realms. If it were to transform, would it be like holding the fairyland in its hands, stepping on the underworld, and holding the human world in its arms?

It's scary to think about it.

Therefore, innate treasures of the ancient times, such as the World Tree and the Four Chaos Pearls, cannot take shape and can only give rise to spiritual intelligence.

Of course, you can still create an incarnation and walk around the world.

Of course, it is limited to the planes that the main body can reach.

No more.

There is an essential difference between illusion and transformation.

While thinking, Yu Shuheng had already approached the unnamed island where Long Yunmang and his companions were training.

The fluctuations of spiritual pressure coming from the depths of the island made him stop - it was not the violent and violent aura during a battle, but the unique gentle vibration when a cultivator refined the spiritual energy, like a stream in spring, gentle but full of vitality.

The life force at his fingertips turned into a wisp of gossamer, gently wrapping around the faintly visible array patterns around the island.

Those early warning prohibitions set up by the dragon clan should have erupted with fierce dragon energy when a stranger approached, but at this moment they were as docile as if they had seen their old master. The bluestone at the center of the formation even emitted fine light patterns, and an arc similar to a "bowing" spread along the patterns, as if saluting him.

Passing through the dense red coral forest, the scene of the cave entrance gradually became clear.

In the open space outside the cave, three figures were immersed in cultivation. They were the core members of the Long Yunmang team.

Long Qingyao on the far left was sitting cross-legged with a palm-sized water mirror floating on her knees. A very faint blue light was flowing through the mirror. It was her life-saving magic weapon, the Water Control Mirror.

In the past, this water mirror was always as calm as a lake, but today it was covered with fine lines, sometimes undulating like the tide of the East China Sea, and sometimes spreading around like a spider web. Every time the lines changed, a wisp of pure water spirit energy was drawn from the deep sea, drilled into the mirror along the lines, and then precisely merged into the center of Long Qingyao's eyebrows.

Long Qingyao's face was already pretty. At this moment, her eyes were lightly closed, and a very thin layer of mist condensed on her long eyelashes. Even her breathing was perfectly synchronized with the fluctuations of the water-controlling mirror, as if she and the water mirror had already merged into one.

Suddenly, the water-control mirror trembled violently, and a blue light flashed in the mirror, which clearly reflected the entire picture of the formation pattern at the bottom of the cave - it was an extremely complex dragon-patterned spirit gathering formation. The top-grade spirit stones inlaid at the center of the formation exuded rich spiritual energy, and the direction of the formation pattern was vaguely consistent with the current veins of the East China Sea, as if the water spiritual energy of the entire East China Sea was brought under the control of the formation.

Long Qingyao's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

She finally figured out the secret of this formation: this formation is not a simple spirit gathering formation, but uses the East China Sea as the "spiritual source". It uses the power of ocean currents to transform ordinary spiritual energy into dragon energy that is most suitable for dragons to absorb. No wonder the team's training speed has been so fast these days.

She quietly adjusted the patterns on the water-control mirror to make it more consistent with the frequency of the array patterns. In an instant, the dragon energy that flowed into her brows became stronger, and even the scales around her body glowed with a faint blue light.

In the center of the cave, the burly Long Shi was sitting cross-legged. The jade bottle in front of him was empty, with only a few drops of white liquid left. That was the dragon clan's most precious treasure, the Dragon Essence Liquid.

At this moment, Long Shi's aura was much more violent than Long Qingyao's. The dragon energy around him rose like a burning flame. Every breath was accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, shaking the surrounding air slightly.

No one noticed that the transformation of Dragon Stone began half an hour ago.

When he first took the Dragon Essence Liquid, his skin only glowed a faint red, as if it had been soaked in warm water. However, as the spiritual energy from the top-grade spirit gathering array continued to flow in, his body began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The muscle lines on Long Yuan's arms became clearer and clearer, and it seemed as if a giant dragon was wriggling under every inch of his skin. The originally dull gray-black scales were gradually replaced by bright silver, and even the edges of the scales were faintly visible with golden lines, as if wrapped in a layer of gold foil.

"The peak of the fifth level..." Long Shi suddenly opened his eyes, a golden light flashed in his eyes, and the spiritual energy around him instantly surged. The moment he broke through the sixth level barrier, an invisible air wave spread out, and the red coral forest outside the cave was shaken and rustled, and fine coral fragments fell all over the ground.

But he did not stop. The spiritual energy of the top-grade spirit gathering array was still pouring into his body crazily. His cultivation seemed to be riding on thunder. In just half an incense stick of time, he broke through the shackles of the sixth level and stepped into the seventh level.

At this moment, the dragon energy around him had condensed into substance, transforming into a palm-sized silver dragon phantom, circling and roaring above his head. The dragon's roar carried the pressure of a high-level dragon, and his aura was still rising, with no signs of stagnation.

Yu Shuheng's gaze fell on the bottom floor of the cave, where the dragon-patterned spirit gathering array was emitting heart-pounding spiritual fluctuations.

There are dozens of top-grade spirit stones embedded in the center of the formation. Each one is the size of a fist. The stone body is as transparent as crystal. The spiritual energy is so rich that it almost turns into substance, forming a white spiritual mist in the formation. Just one breath of it can allow ordinary cultivators to break through the bottleneck.

What's even more peculiar is that whenever the spiritual energy of a spirit stone is exhausted and the stone body becomes dim, a wisp of pure spiritual energy will surge out from the array pattern, and be injected into the spirit stone along the pattern, filling it up again. This cycle repeats itself endlessly, as if it has an endless source of spiritual energy.

"No wonder the dragon clan cultivates so fast." Yu Shuheng thought to himself.

He had seen records of the dragon race's cultivation in ancient books: the dragon race was born with strong bodies, and as long as they had abundant spiritual energy, there was almost no bottleneck in their cultivation. They did not need to bother comprehending the great Dao like human cultivators, nor did they need to go through the pain of transformation like the demon race. They only needed to continuously absorb spiritual energy, polish their bodies and dragon energy, and their cultivation would steadily improve.

Now that there is this holy land of cultivation blessed by the top-grade spiritual vein, the spiritual energy is endless, and the cultivation level of the dragon people is naturally soaring rapidly.

His eyes swept over the other dragons in the cave. The remaining twenty-seven dragons were scattered throughout the cave. Although their cultivation speed was not as rapid as Long Qingyao and Long Shi, everyone's aura was growing steadily, like bamboo shoots after rain, full of vitality.

In the farthest corner, Long Yunran, the youngest and least-cultivated member of the dragon team, was sitting cross-legged.

Her cultivation was originally only at the fourth level, and even her scales were still a tender light blue color, but now the dragon energy around her has reached the early sixth level. The aura is stable and solid, and the speed of improvement is no worse than that of other adult dragons.

Seeing this scene, a hint of warmth flashed in Yu Shuheng's eyes.

He and Long Yunmang have known each other for ten thousand years. In his one hundred thousand years of life, Long Yunmang is the only friend who has been with him until now.

From the time when Yu Shuheng was just ignorant when he transformed, to when he broke through to the Mahayana stage, he had many friends - including humans, demons and spirits.

However, they either perished or left to seek opportunities and never returned.

Only Longyun Python is always by his side and never leaves.

The two of them can be said to have grown up together.

When Yu Shuheng and Su Xiaoya went out to sea for training for the first time, Yu Shuheng asked Long Yunmang to take good care of the Su family in Funiu Mountain. Long Yunmang did much better and more considerately than Yu Shuheng expected.

Long Yunmang took the initiative to take Su Mingxian and the others to the East China Sea islands for training, searching for the ancient cave...

Isn't this what friends do, they complement each other, rely on each other, and give each other confidence?

Yu Shuheng was grateful. He sincerely hoped that the dragon race would become stronger and stronger, and that he could spend ten thousand years with Long Yunmang, seeing all the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas in the world.

Thinking of this, the light golden life energy around Yu Shuheng became more and more intense, covering the entire cave like a layer of gauze.

While releasing his aura, he isolated himself from external interference - after all, there were many monsters in the East China Sea, and it was inevitable that some of them would be attracted by the spiritual energy; at the same time, he quietly transformed his vitality into fine raindrops, which fell on every dragon.

These life forces are extremely gentle. After entering the bodies of the dragons, they flow along the tendons and veins, nourishing their flesh and blood, repairing the minor injuries caused by cultivation, making their bodies tougher and their dragon energy more refined.

Yu Shuheng's gaze finally fell on the Longyun Python in the deepest part of the cave.

At this moment, Long Yunmang was practicing with his eyes closed. The dragon energy around him was the most violent, but also the most unstable, like a volcano about to erupt, which could get out of control at any time.

Yu Shuheng sighed in his heart. He still remembered what Longyun Python looked like when he first started practicing - at that time, it was just an inconspicuous little black-striped python, struggling to survive in the mountains and forests, and even had to be cautious when hunting. It finally embarked on the path of practice, but had to go through a process that was a hundred times more difficult than that of other dragons.

For a python to transform into a dragon is to go against the will of heaven.

One has to go through six stages successively: python, anaconda, dragon, Chilong, Qiulong and Yinglong. Each stage is full of heart-wrenching pain, and the slightest carelessness will result in death.

When Longyun Python evolved from a python to an anaconda, a thunderstorm struck it, and a bolt of lightning struck it, almost turning it into charcoal. If Yu Shuheng had not sent it the life essence in time, it would have been destroyed.

When it evolved from an anaconda to a dragon, it was besieged by other demons. Its body was torn apart and its internal organs were exposed. It was Yu Shuheng who quietly set up a defensive formation around it and fed it healing elixirs, which saved its life.

When it evolved from a Jiao to a Chilong, it was stuck at a bottleneck for a whole hundred years. Its dragon energy was so disordered that it almost went astray. It was only when Yu Shuheng used the original power of the World Tree to comb its veins that it was able to break through the shackles.

Every time Long Yunmang was dying, Yu Shuheng helped him secretly, but he never mentioned it on his own initiative, and never even told anyone.

He knew that Longyun Python was very strong and didn't want it to feel that it had to rely on others to survive.

As for Yu Shuheng, he just didn't want to lose another friend.

One hundred thousand years is really a very long time.

Also, very lonely!

It is precisely because of the difficulty of Longyun Python that every transformation is almost a life-and-death struggle.

Over the years, the Dragon Cloud Python had accumulated various hidden injuries within its body—burns from heavenly thunder, lacerations from the demonic claws, and damage to its tendons and veins caused by the chaotic dragon energy during its bottleneck period...

These hidden injuries, normally suppressed by his powerful dragon energy, seemed to have no impact on his fighting skills, but once a life-or-death situation came, they could very well become fatal hidden dangers.

Yu Shuheng was well aware of the principle of the wooden barrel. What determined a cultivator's combat effectiveness was never his strongest point, but his weakest link.

Long Yunmang's hidden injury is his biggest weakness.

If these hidden injuries suddenly erupt during a battle with a strong enemy in the future, even a moment of distraction could cause him to be doomed.

"Wait a little longer. Once your cultivation becomes more stable, I will help you completely eliminate these hidden injuries." Yu Shuheng muttered to himself. The life energy at his fingertips became more and more pure and slowly injected into Long Yunmang's body.

This time, he did not simply nourish it as usual, but transformed his vital energy into countless tiny silk threads, carefully combing the tendons and veins in Longyun Python's body, trying to slowly heal the hidden injuries deep inside.

He moved very gently, for fear of disturbing the practicing Longyun Python, and also afraid that overly radical repairs would damage his foundation.

The Longyun Python seemed to have sensed something, and the violent dragon energy around it gradually became docile. A faint golden light pattern appeared between its eyebrows, echoing with Yu Shuheng's life energy.

Although he didn't know that it was Yu Shuheng who was helping him secretly, he could clearly feel the warm power - like the warm sun in winter, or like a mother's embrace, making him feel comfortable all over. His cultivation, which had been stagnant, began to improve steadily. Even the barrier that had been stuck in the middle stage of the seventh level for a long time showed signs of loosening.

Outside the cave, the morning mist of the East China Sea gradually dissipated.

The morning sun peeked out from behind the clouds, and golden sunlight sprinkled on the entrance of the cave, casting a warm halo on this place of cultivation.

Yu Shuheng stood outside the cave, the life energy around him floating gently like a golden gauze, isolating himself from the noise of the outside world while providing constant nourishment to the dragon clan in the cave.

He looked at the steadily improving dragon clan in the cave, his eyes full of anticipation - he knew that as long as this Longyunmang team was given enough time, they would surely grow into a powerful force that could shock the world.

And he will always be here to protect them and accompany them through transformation again and again.

Qingyuan Star will not be peaceful for long.