Immortals Step into Heaven

If a person is lucky enough to eat this fruit, no matter how serious the injury is, even if he is on the verge of death, he can recover instantly, broken limbs will grow again, and exhausted vitality will surge back like a tide. It represents the purest endless vitality and the coveted path to immortality in the world, attracting countless powerful people to come for it, but they are deterred by its mysterious protective power.

The Bodhi tree stands majestically and serenely on sacred ground. The Buddha once sat in meditation beneath it, navigating countless days and nights of arduous searching and soul-searching before finally achieving enlightenment. Since then, the Bodhi tree has become a sacred tree in Buddhism. Its lush branches and leaves resemble a scripture imbued with wisdom, their rustling in the wind whispering the true meaning of life and the mysteries of the universe. Beneath its shade, one feels a sense of inner peace and clarity. The distracting thoughts and worries that plague the heart dissipate like smoke the moment one approaches, leaving behind only an ethereal state of mind and a yearning for wisdom.

The paulownia tree stands tall and majestic, its trunk smooth and straight, its bark faintly streaked with golden veins, like a mystical scroll painted by nature itself. Its branches and leaves spread out like a vast emerald canopy, shimmering with a warm luster in the sunlight. This tree is the exclusive habitat of the phoenix. Legend has it that the phoenix only rests in the paulownia tree. When the phoenix descends, the paulownia tree is surrounded by a thousand auspicious lights and a pervasive aura, a noble aura from the divine realm. Regarded as a sacred tree of auspiciousness, it is firmly believed to be a secret passage connecting the human world and the divine realm. At certain moments, one may be able to glimpse a glimpse of the divine realm's splendor through its dense branches and leaves.

The Peach Tree grows in the fairyland-like Peach Garden, shrouded in mist and shrouded in a celestial aura. Its trunk is thick and sturdy, winding and winding, resembling a sleeping dragon. Its leaves are slender, slightly serrated at the edges, and shimmer with a faint pink hue. Its large, round fruits are as adorable as a baby's face, yet they possess astonishing magical properties. These fruits ripen over an extremely long period of time: 3,600 years for the stamens to bloom, 7,300 years for the unripe fruit to form, and a final 10,950 years for them to fully mature. Consuming them promises longevity and immortality, attracting the attention of countless gods and even immortal emperors and generals, making them one of the most coveted treasures in legend.

The ginseng fruit tree, like an ancient and benevolent elder, quietly takes root deep within the earth. Its slightly rough trunk possesses a rustic and weighty texture, its branches stretching out in all directions as if embracing the entire world. Every six thousand years, it blooms in full bloom, its blossoms as white as snow, exuding a delicate fragrance that is refreshing. After another six thousand years of nurturing, the branches are laden with fruit, shaped like a human figure, with distinct features, like a work of art meticulously crafted by nature.

This fruit not only makes people immortal, but also has the magical power to cure all diseases. No matter what kind of difficult and complicated disease, as long as you take this ginseng fruit, the disease can be cured and the body will be restored to its original state. Therefore, it is regarded as a rare treasure in the world. Countless people are eager to taste it, but very few people have this opportunity.

The laurel tree stood alone under the moonlight, its five-hundred-foot-tall body like a silver spire piercing the night sky.

Its trunk radiates a cool silver light, as if condensed from the essence of the moon. The leaves on its branches are slender and tough, their edges gleaming with soft moonlight. Whenever the breeze blows, the leaves clatter against each other, creating a crisp and melodious sound, as if playing a silent nocturne. This tree possesses an uncanny ability to regenerate. No matter how it is cut down or damaged, it always returns to its original state in an instant, as if time has lost its power over it. Therefore, despite attempts to fell it, they have always been unsuccessful. It quietly watches over the passage of time under the moonlight, becoming a symbol of eternity and resilience.

Wakamu, standing opposite Fusang, lies in the sunset zone. Its tall and unique form, its twisting trunk swirling and winding, seems to speak of the vicissitudes of time. Its branches are laden with fruit, vibrant in color and alluring in aroma. Each fruit holds a powerful healing power, offering swift healing to those who consume Wakamu's fruit, whether from physical pain or deep within the soul.

When the sun finishes its day's journey and slowly sets in the west, it will rest on the Ruomu tree. The afterglow will sprinkle on the branches and leaves of the Ruomu tree, dyeing the whole world golden red, as if painting a magnificent picture for the end of the day.

The female tree is one of the most unique creatures in the world. It grows quietly in that mysterious land, its trunk slender and soft, its bark a light pink, emitting a soft glow.

At dawn, at first light, a baby slowly emerges from the trunk of the maiden tree. Its body is translucent, like a flawless jade. As the rising light grows stronger, the baby begins to move its limbs and learns to walk. By breakfast time, it has grown into a teenager, full of youthful energy and vigor. When the sun reaches its zenith, the teenager matures into a strong adult, full of energy and vigor. As the sun sets in the afternoon, the adult begins to age, their hair graying and wrinkles creeping onto their face. As dusk approaches, the aging life fades away.

But when the first ray of sunlight shines on the earth again in the early morning of the next day, the female tree will repeat this magical cycle of life, as if it is the eternal dancer of time and life, repeating over and over again, endlessly.

Zheng Yuan stared at the words on the stone tablet, reading them word by word. As he read more, his expression gradually became distorted, and his heart was like a raging storm, with the emotions of ten million horses running wild on the grassland.

His eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of demands were these? A sword formation composed of magical artifacts forged from the ten sacred trees of heaven and earth, and it required 365 of them. Where was I supposed to find them? This was a utterly impossible task! His hand unconsciously clenched around the Flowing Light Sword, veins bulging in his arm. An impulse surged through him, and he nearly swung the sword at the innocent stone tablet. Fortunately, a last shred of common sense held him back. At that moment, his eyes caught the next words on the inscription: other sacred trees could be used as substitutes, though their power would be significantly reduced. In that instant, it felt like he had grasped a lifeline in a raging storm. The anger and despair in his heart subsided slightly, and a sense of comfort quietly emerged. Although he knew the sword formation would be significantly less powerful after the replacement, at least there was a glimmer of hope, preventing him from falling into complete despair. He took a deep breath and slowly loosened his grip on the hilt. His gaze regained its composure, and he secretly pondered where to find alternative sacred trees.