Buzhou Mountain stands in the center of the ancient world, suppressing the past, present and future. It is vast, majestic, sacred and inviolable.

After tens of thousands of years, Feng Zichen came to Buzhou Mountain again, but his feelings were completely different.

At this time, four hundred years have passed since he paid homage to the Ancestral Phoenix. After receiving the origin of the innate fire from the Ancestral Phoenix, he has been in seclusion under the innate sycamore tree, comprehending the way of the innate fire, and stabilizing his own realm.

It was not until three hundred years later that he successfully escaped from seclusion. Then, he bid farewell to Zuhuang and spent another hundred years arriving at Buzhou Mountain, where the Qilin tribe lived in seclusion.

Qilin is the leader of the beast lineage and the overlord on the land. In ancient times, the entire prehistoric land was under the rule of the Qilin tribe.

Therefore, the place where the Qilin tribe is located is naturally the best place in the ancient world, and besides Buzhou Mountain, who else dares to claim to be the best place in the ancient world!

If Mo Zhang hadn't informed him of the place where the Qilin Clan lived in seclusion before leaving, no matter what Feng Zichen thought, he would never have guessed that the Qilin Clan would place their lair under the nose of the Monster Clan.

On Buzhou Mountain, there is heaven!

"Sure enough, Buzhou Mountain's power is constantly weakening." Feng Zichen sighed after standing in front of Buzhou Mountain for a moment.

Under the erosion of the Chaos Demon God's resentment, even Buzhou Mountain's power gradually became unable to withstand it. At this time, it was undoubtedly much weaker than when Feng Zichen first saw it.

This is all the result of the resentment and erosion of the Chaos Demon God, laying the foundation for its future rupture.

"Why do you think so much? If the sky really falls, the saints who are closely related to the ancient world should be the most worried. What does it have to do with me?" Shaking his head, Feng Zichen laughed.

For him, finding a way to survive the catastrophe of the human race is the most important thing. As for the collapse of Mount Buzhou, it is not the turn of an "ant" like him to worry about it.

Taking out the Lin Pian that Mo Zhang had given him before he left that day, Feng Zichen used a secret method to notify him of his arrival and asked him to send someone to pick him up.

There are countless secret realms in Buzhou Mountain, and with the protection of the Qilin Clan's formations, Feng Zichen doesn't think he can find the location of the Qilin Clan from the countless secret realms. So, he should just wait for someone to pick him up!

Not long after, the void in front of him quietly opened, forming a passage for only one person to pass through. Without hesitation, Feng Zichen immediately stepped in.

"Dutian Shensha, wake up!" As soon as he walked out of the passage, Feng Zichen shouted lowly, and purple-black evil aura rose up from his body, shrouding him.

However, he remembered what happened to him when he was in the Phoenix Clan, and in order to avoid trouble, he directly released the Dutian Shensha to intimidate everyone.

This is the evil spirit of the gods. It is the accompanying evil spirit of the great god Pangu. If Taiyi Jinxian touches it, he will definitely die. Daluo Jinxian will change his color when he sees it. It is simply terrifying. If it were not a coincidence, Feng Zichen would not be able to practice it.

"Hey, what kind of evil aura is that? Why does it make me feel that it is stronger and more dangerous than the innate evil aura?"

"Terrible! So terrible!"

In the darkness, the people of the Qilin clan who wanted to try Feng Zichen's strength felt a chill in their hearts when they saw the purple-black evil aura.

"Fellow Taoist, please accept your magical powers!"

"Your magical power is so powerful that the nearby tribesmen can no longer bear it."

Seeing that many tribesmen were affected by evil spirits and had demonic obstacles in their hearts, Mo Zhang was worried about their safety, so he not only smiled bitterly, walked out of the void, and shouted to Feng Zichen.

"Oh! So that's it. It's just that I didn't think carefully. Please forgive me, fellow Taoists, and I immediately took away the magical power." Facing Mo Zhang, Feng Zichen smiled sheepishly and put away the Dutian Shensha.

"Fellow Taoist, you're too polite. If they hadn't had bad intentions, they wouldn't have suffered this kind of consequences. This is all what they asked for. You don't need to worry about it," said Mo Zhang, waving his hand.

He didn't know what these tribesmen hiding in the dark were thinking. They just wanted to test Feng Zichen's strength and see if he had the heavenly appearance that Lin Zu praised.

Unfortunately, before they could take action, they were frightened and speechless by his aura. This time, they were completely embarrassed.

"Fellow Taoist, please come with me. Your Majesty has asked me to take you to the temple to meet Him." Mo Zhang said to Feng Zichen after bowing his head.

"Then I'll trouble you, fellow Taoist!"

Nodding to Mo Zhang, Feng Zichen followed him forward.

This place is far away from conflicts and is full of peace and harmony. Along the way, Feng Zichen saw many cubs of the Qilin tribe, playing and having fun.

However, perhaps Feng Zichen's appearance was too aggressive and left a bad impression on these young Qilin.

As a result, when they saw Feng Zichen coming, they looked frightened and ran away in all directions, as if Feng Zichen was some evil ghost.

Mo Zhang on the side saw this scene and couldn't help but joked: "Haha! Fellow Taoist, this time, I am really famous among our Qilin tribe for being able to stop children from crying!"

But as he spoke, he couldn't help laughing: "Haha! It really made me laugh to death!"

"This..." Being teased like this by Mo Zhang, Feng Zichen opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. She could only smile bitterly and remained silent.

"That's...Huang Zhongli?!"

After walking forward for a while, a big tree appeared in Feng Zichen's field of vision.

The tree was only ten thousand feet high, but it gave him the feeling of blocking out the sky and the sun. Moreover, the tree was surrounded by chaotic energy, and there were nine fruits on the tree, with the word "Huangzhong" growing on them.

"Fellow Taoist, this tree is called Huangzhong Plum because its flowers are shaped like lotus and its fruit is shaped like pistils. There are two characters "Huangzhong" on the flowers and fruits, so we call it Huangzhong.

plum."

"This tree blooms once every ten thousand years, bears fruit once every ten thousand years, and matures once every ten thousand years. It takes 30,000 years to produce only 81 fruits, which is extremely precious."

"If a heavenly immortal smells the fragrance of a flower, he can achieve a thousand years of spiritual practice. If he is lucky enough to eat a fruit, he can instantly become a Taiyi Golden Immortal."

"This tree is the best innate spiritual root. It is the supreme treasure for suppressing the luck of my beast lineage. It is comparable to the innate treasure!"

Seeing the shock in Feng Zichen's eyes, Mo Zhang introduced with a hint of pride.

In ancient times, there were three top-quality innate spiritual roots, the innate Jianmu, the innate Wutong tree, and the innate Huangzhongli, which were acquired by the three tribes respectively to suppress their own fate.

"Yes, this tree is really extraordinary!" Feng Zichen nodded and agreed.

Innate spirits are hard to find at all, let alone the top innate spiritual roots like Huang Zhongli. In some aspects, except for their attack power, they are indeed not inferior to innate treasures.
Chapter completed!