"The Innocent Divine Sound Treasure Tree!!"
A stream of information suddenly appeared within the Heavenly Tome, transmitting directly into Yi Tianxing's mind.
After reading it, waves of emotion surged in his heart.
Innocent Divine Sound Treasure Tree: A Heaven-and-Earth spiritual treasure, taking the form of a sacred tree. The leaves growing on it are manifested as various musical instruments of the world, capable of emitting mystical Dao sounds. Listening to these sounds can cleanse the heart, expel external evils, and suppress inner demons. In powerful cases, it can even completely annihilate these inner demons. After further evolution, it holds miraculous powers to enlighten all beings, allowing cultivators to calmly comprehend Heaven and Earth's Dao Rhythms and sense the essence of the Laws.
This treasure's description echoed in Yi Tianxing's mind.
It was undoubtedly a marvelous spiritual tree of extraordinary power.
Ding ding ding!
At that moment, the leaves on the Innocent Divine Sound Treasure Tree started fluttering, releasing a clear and melodious heavenly music. Sounds of guqin, flute, pipa, and other instruments intertwined into a unique heavenly harmony. Rather than being chaotic, the sounds penetrated directly into the heart and soul, producing a strange cleansing and refinement on body, mind, and spirit.
All distracting thoughts vanished in that moment.
Everyone present became immersed in the near-perfect melody.
Their minds reached an unprecedented state of clarity, as though reborn.
It was a blissful, indescribably supreme experience.
No one knew how much time had passed—it felt like time had lost all meaning.
When the heavenly sound finally ceased, one by one, they awoke.
"What a miraculous treasure tree. I feel as though my spirit was cleansed, as if reborn. Even problems I couldn't solve before now feel easy to untangle."
"Incredible. This treasure, if used for cultivation, might rival even the legendary Bodhi Tree—or at the very least, be equally matched in its mysteries."
Jia Xu and the others gazed at the tree with utterly transformed expressions. It was clear that they had truly chosen a rare and priceless treasure from Yuan Gang's stockpile.
"Fellow Daoist Yuan Gang, I noticed earlier that your wooden horse swallowed a large number of monster soldiers, some of which were puppet warriors made from controlled humans. Could it spit one out? I want to try something personally."
Yi Tianxing turned to Yuan Gang and asked.
"Sure!"
Yuan Gang nodded, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. He kicked the wooden horse beside him and shouted, "Come on, treasure horse, spit two out for me!"
The horse's red eyes flickered unwillingly, but it opened its mouth in the end and spat out a single Yellow Turban Warrior, who appeared directly before the crowd.
"Kill!!"
The Yellow Turban Warrior, without understanding the situation, saw Yi Tianxing and the others and immediately determined they were enemies. Without hesitation, he lunged with his battle blade, his momentum fierce and brutal.
"Freeze!!"
Jia Xu had been prepared. As the warrior charged, he spat out a command and drew a brush, writing the word "定" (Stasis) in midair. The character landed on the Yellow Turban Warrior, instantly locking him in place like a statue—unable to move an inch.
Yi Tianxing gently shook the Innocent Divine Sound Treasure Tree.
Immediately, a new wave of heavenly music resonated, imbued with strange rhythm.
Divine white light radiated from the tree, enveloping the Yellow Turban Warrior.
Bathed in divine light and sacred sound, tendrils of inky-black mist began seeping from his body. He trembled violently, letting out a chilling scream—as though something was shredding his soul.
"Why does he look so tormented? We basked in the same heavenly music and divine light and felt blissful. Yet he acts like he's enduring extreme punishment."
"Could it be because he's a puppet of Eternal Night, a corrupted warrior, making the effects vastly different?"
Yang Ye and the others watched, faces filled with confusion and solemnity.
"Perhaps this treasure tree has the ability to purify the corrupted soldiers of Eternal Night."
Jia Xu's eyes flickered with a sharp glint, his gaze never leaving the Yellow Turban Warrior.
The black mist continued to seep out, painfully torn from the warrior's body under the heavenly music. But in the end, a portion of the black mist remained, unmoved even under the divine radiance—stubborn and deeply rooted like maggots in the bone.
Despite the warrior's agony, this last portion of black mist simply would not fade.
Yi Tianxing put away the tree. Without the divine light, the Yellow Turban Warrior collapsed onto the ground, soaked in sweat, unconscious.
"It wasn't a full purification," Jia Xu said with a trace of disappointment.
"But it did have an effect," Yi Tianxing replied calmly. "This is only a Yellow-grade version of the Innocent Divine Sound Treasure Tree. If it evolves, its power will certainly increase. What cannot be purified now may be cleansed in the future."
"Looks like I'll need to add another layer to the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Pagoda."
With a thought, Yi Tianxing absorbed the tree into his body and immediately refined it as a lifebound treasure. It soon fused into the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Pagoda.
The tower already had twenty-two levels.
Now, the Innocent Divine Sound Treasure Tree appeared at the foundation of the pagoda, merging into the chaotic world within. Chaos Qi surrounded it on all sides.
Ding ding ding!!
Heavenly music burst from the tree, each note transforming into powerful soundwaves that shattered the Chaos Qi.
Heaven and earth began to separate—pure air rising, turbid air sinking.
In an instant, a new world was forming.
One li... three li... ten li...
The newly formed space expanded under the wave of divine music.
Soon, a massive space of several hundred li was carved from chaos.
Though the tree reached its limit at this point, it had already become a world-creating divine artifact.
Ding!!
The Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Pagoda shook—its body extending upward. The twenty-second layer evolved into a twenty-third.
The space within rapidly expanded again, reaching the scale of a Minor World (Xiao Qianjie).
The treasure tree reappeared, now towering and magnificent—more than ten times its original size. Its leaves glowed with even greater divine brilliance.
Heavenly melodies echoed, sacred light rained down—the entire space was transformed into a domain of mystery and awe.
With everything complete, Yi Tianxing waved a hand and the unconscious Yellow Turban Warrior vanished into the pagoda—now residing within the newly formed space.
Inside, ancient instruments floated through the air—guqin, warhorns, golden bells—each naturally manifesting.
Heavenly music echoed again.
This time, within this sanctified domain, white divine light fell once more.
Where it touched black mist—it melted instantly.
Like snow under a summer sun, the black mist evaporated completely.
Gradually, the Yellow Turban Warrior, who had previously been in agony, began to calm. He sat up slowly, a tranquil expression on his face.
"Who am I? Why am I here?"
A voice rang in his mind, gentle and absolute.
"You are human. You are of the human race. You are one of the most valiant warriors of the Great Yi Dynasty. You are the most loyal soldier of King Yi. For the King and the Great Yi, you will fight without fear—even to the death."
The words etched themselves into his soul, bone-deep and unshakable. They echoed again and again, imprinting his identity and clearing his mind.
"Yes. I am a soldier of the Great Yi Dynasty. Loyal to the King, loyal to the people. Even if I die, I must die on the battlefield."
The confusion faded from the warrior's face, replaced by unwavering purpose.