kingnovel Chapter 911 Tree Island V Lost Valley Tree
Chapter 911 Tree Island V Lost Valley Tree
The moment Yu Shuheng stepped onto the tree island, he felt relaxed all over and a strong sense of vitality filled him.
Looking into the distance, the floating tree island is suspended above the endless sea of clouds, like a piece of emerald soaked in green and embedded in the sky.
Yu Shuheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the tree island before him. The entire island was covered by layers of giant trees. Their trunks were as thick as ancient stone pillars, and some required a dozen people to hug them. The bark was either a deep brown like bronze or a bluish-gray like jade, covered with gullies and lines carved by time.
The treetops stretch out freely, and the branches and leaves are intertwined, weaving a dense green net in the sky, covering most of the sky, leaving only tiny spots of light leaking through the gaps between the leaves, casting flowing light and shadows on the ground of the island.
This is a sea of forests and a paradise of trees. The tree species on the island are diverse and complex, each with its own unique shape and color.
There is the flame heart tree, which is completely red, with its trunk as if burning with ghostly fire, and the edges of its leaves are rimmed with gold. When the sun shines on it, the whole tree seems to be gently burning;
There are silvery white moon-mark trees, with bark as smooth as a mirror that can reflect the movement of clouds, and leaves that are translucent jade-colored, emitting a faint glow at night;
There is also the dark green water-sinking tree, with strong and twisted branches and thick, leathery leaves with a heavy texture. Even the fallen leaves are heavier than ordinary leaves.
The thousand-year-old ancient pine, thousand-year-old cypress, thousand-year-old weeping willow, thousand-year-old ginkgo, and other tree species that should have been ordinary have become more vibrant and lively because of the accumulation of thousands of years.
"The peaks are only a foot away from the sky, and the dead pines hang upside down on the cliffs. The rushing waterfalls compete with each other in noise, and the rocks on the cliffs are rolling and thundering in the ravines." Even Yu Shuheng, a science student, couldn't help but sigh.
As Yu Shuheng walked up the mountain path, he wondered if Su Xiaoya would be inspired to write poetry like him if she saw such a beautiful scenery.
Well!
Of course, I recite poetry, but I wonder if Su Xiaoya, a liberal arts student, can write one or two poems of her own? Although, poets in the 21st century all write various free verses, these five-character and seven-character poems are no longer considered by anyone.
Anyway, my group of military enthusiasts are only interested in various weapons. Cold weapons, fire weapons, chemical weapons...
Cough cough!
Yu Shuheng didn't know why, but he suddenly choked and coughed. He lowered his eyes, took a deep breath, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Then he let out a long, depressed breath.
He is a real man, but he still wants to protect Su Xiaoya, who is "silly, innocent... and sweet". No, Su Xiaoya is just a silly girl without any sweetness.
Thinking of Su Xiaoya, Yu Shuheng's lips curled up, the arc getting higher and higher, and his eyes were filled with smiles. Without his own protection, who knows how many episodes this silly fool can survive.
Forget it, I have to find an opportunity quickly to reunite with Su Xiaoya. There is no other way, since I am Qingyuan Star's tool number one, I am destined to protect Su Xiaoya, the tool number two.
As for the tools No. 3 and No. 4 who showed up later, shouldn't they follow the example of their boss and protect the silly Su Xiaoya?
As he thought about it, Yu Shuheng himself became amused and began to observe carefully in a happy mood.
The name of Tree Island is well-deserved. The trees in front of you are of different heights. Some reach straight into the sky, with their tops hidden in the clouds; others are low and spread out, spreading a dense green shade at the foot of the giant trees.
Vines are another aspect of the Tree Island’s landscape. Unlike trees, they do not dominate the landscape, but are entwined in every corner in a dynamic manner.
Thick old vines wrapped around the trunk of the giant tree like a giant dragon, spreading from the roots to the crown, with thick aerial roots hanging down like beards;
Slender green vines weave among the branches, forming green nets that connect different trees together.
The most eye-catching are the flowering vines, of which dodder is the most common. Its slender yellow vines are entwined among the branches like golden threads, and its tiny white flowers bloom in clusters, with a sweet fragrance. When the wind blows, they flow among the green leaves like broken snow.
There are also pink and purple lily of the valley vines, whose flowers are like upside-down bells, hidden among the vines and swaying gently, emitting a warm fragrance;
The white star vine blooms at night, and the petals glow fluorescently. From a distance, it looks as if the vines are covered with stars.
The ground of the tree island is covered with a thick layer of rotten leaves. It is soft and elastic when stepped on, and exudes the fragrance of moist soil and grass.
In the open spaces in the woods, you can occasionally see clusters of ferns, with their feathery leaves spread out, growing silently under the shade of the trees.
Various mosses grow in the gaps between the tree roots, some are velvety green, and some are light blue-purple, making the bare land look vibrant.
Yu Shuheng felt indescribably comfortable. True to form, he was still a tree at heart. Being in the forest was incredibly comfortable and relaxing. If it weren't for his search for "opportunities," Yu Shuheng would have definitely taken the entire island into his personal space.
Don't assume he's already reached the Mahayana stage; the opportunities gained from these subsequent trials won't allow him to advance any further. However, if Mahayana cultivation represents the pinnacle of vertical length, there's still room for horizontal expansion. And Yu Shuheng has consistently progressed horizontally.
Therefore, Yu Shuheng is still in the Mahayana stage, but he is not just in the Mahayana stage. With his combat effectiveness, he will definitely not be at a disadvantage if he fights against two Mahayana stages at the same time.
Therefore, Yu Shuheng will never miss any opportunity now, as they are all opportunities to increase his strength.
Yu Shuheng released his spiritual sense. The edge of the island was surrounded by a sea of clouds all year round. The clouds were like flowing gauze, sometimes gently brushing against the branches and leaves of the trees, making the entire tree island look ethereal like a fairyland; sometimes they were blown away by the wind, revealing the bottomless void below, making people feel the fantasy of the tree island floating high in the sky.
When the sun shines through the clouds onto the tree island, leaves and flowers of different colors reflect colorful light. The flowers among the vines sway in the light and shadow. The air is filled with a mixture of various floral scents and the fragrance of plants, which is fresh and rich, making people feel as if they are in a world wrapped in greenery and fragrance.
The floating tree island is suspended above the sea of clouds. For a hundred thousand years, every inch of land here has been imbued with the breath of the tree people.
The morning light penetrated the swirling clouds, casting mottled spots of light on the leaves of the giant trees. Dewdrops rolled down the thick bark and fell into the bottomless void below.
Yu Shuheng is the World Tree, so as soon as he released his spiritual sense, he naturally captured the breath of the tree man.
In just a breath, Yu Shuheng locked onto the location of the Tree King and flashed in front of the Tree King.
Judging from its appearance, the tree before him looked very much like a mulberry tree. Yu Shuheng was not ignorant and really thought it was a mulberry tree, but it was clearly a "Migu tree".
The trunk and branches are covered with black veins, as if ink flows through them, mysterious and profound. The crown stretches out like an umbrella, and the leaves shimmer with a strange luster in the sunlight.
The most magical thing about the "Mi Gu Tree" is its flowers. When the petals bloom, they shine like bright stars, illuminating all directions.
Yu Shuheng knew that this "Mi Gu Tree" had magical effects. As long as one wore its branches and leaves, no matter how complex the mountains or maze-like situations were, one could clearly identify the direction and would not lose the way. It could be called a natural navigation artifact and a reliable guarantee for people traveling in the wilderness.
Legend has it that the Yan Emperor's tribe relied on it to cross the misty swamp during their migration, which shows how magical it is.
Although the Tree King, the "Migu Tree," could not transform, his cultivation was still quite good. He recognized the aura of the World Tree almost the moment Yu Shuheng released it, and immediately slid to his knees: "Wuwuwu! Dad! Mom! Grandpa Divine Tree! I finally have the chance to find you..."
Yu Shuheng was dumbfounded.
He came here to look for opportunities, not to adopt a child.
"Mi Gu Shu" cried for a while, but at least he remembered how to entertain guests. He transformed into a tall and spacious rattan chair and asked Yu Shuheng to sit down. He also prepared a table of sweet fruits of various colors and a pot of fruit wine, which was considered as the etiquette of a good host.
Although it is simple, it is full of wildness and blends seamlessly with the entire tree island, adding a bit of charm.
Then, "The Lost Valley Tree" begins to tell the story of the plight of Tree Island - this seemingly vibrant land hides a curse that has troubled the tree people for a hundred thousand years - transformation.
The "Migu Tree" is the oldest tree on the island. Its trunk is so thick that it requires ten tree people to hug it. Its branches extend hundreds of meters high, as if they are about to touch the sky.
But at this moment, his old face on the thick tree trunk was full of wrinkles, his eyes were full of sorrow, and the leaves on the crown drooped listlessly, like messy hair.
Yu Shuheng lowered his eyes imperceptibly, "This old man is really an eyesore!"
Yu Shuheng decided to calm his nerves with delicious food. He looked at the fruit in his hand, performed a Dust Clearing Technique, and then slowly took a bite. Hmm! It tasted quite sweet. I think Su Xiaoya would like it.
Lost Valley Tree has fallen into its own world and continues to tell the story of Tree Island:
One hundred thousand years ago, the strongest warriors in the tribe could switch between tree form and human nature with ease. At that time, the Tree Island was full of laughter and joy. Young tree people chased and played in the woods, and the elders sat under trees covered with fluorescent flowers to impart ancient wisdom.
Ugh……
A long sigh emanated from the heart of the Lost Valley Tree, causing the surrounding branches and leaves to sway slightly.
He extended his consciousness to every corner of the tree island. Some of the thriving small trees had grown to dozens of meters high, but he could not even condense the simplest human outline.
He recalled how he looked when he first sprouted. At that time, he was still a seedling only as thick as his wrist. The elders in the tribe always said that he was full of spiritual energy and would definitely become the most powerful tree demon in the future.
But now, a hundred thousand years have passed, and he has become the thickest tree on the island, but his hope of transforming is becoming increasingly slim.
A tree demon that cannot transform will never be able to break free from its shackles, and its combat effectiveness will eventually be compromised.
The memory of the "Migu Tree" drifted back to that turbulent morning a hundred thousand years ago.
That day, the sky was dyed blood red, and a deafening roar could be heard in the distance. The tribe leader stood at the edge of the tree island, gazing solemnly at the world beneath the sea of clouds.
"Qingyuan Continent is in trouble. Demons from outside the realm are invading. All tribes are calling for warriors to defend their homeland." The tribe leader's voice echoed across the Tree Island. "We, the Tree People, have protected Qingyuan's vitality for generations. We must step forward now."
My young father and mother were in their prime at that time. They had already transformed into human form and their magic skills were among the best in the clan.
A-niang gently stroked the newly sprouted Migu Tree, whose leaves were shimmering with dew. "When we win the battle, I'll come back and teach you the art of shapeshifting, and take you to see the mountains and rivers of the Qingyuan Continent."
Dad placed a tree core containing the essence of life at his roots and said, "With this, you will grow up quickly. When we come back, we want to see a towering tree."
That day, all the tree people on Tree Island who could transform gathered on the shore. They transformed into human forms, wore armor woven from vines, and held war hammers made from thousand-year-old ancient trees.
At the command of the clan leader, tens of thousands of tree people jumped off the tree island and disappeared in the rolling sea of clouds.
"Mi Gu Shu" still remembers the last look his father and mother gave him. There was reluctance, expectation, and a hint of determination in their eyes.
But this departure is a farewell forever.
News of the war arrived sporadically, sometimes in the smell of blood seeping through the clouds, sometimes in the occasional falling blood-stained leaf. Eventually, even these traces vanished. The tree island fell into a long silence, with only the whimpering of the wind through the branches.
In this silence, the "Mi Gu Tree" relies on the essence of the tree core left by its father, absorbing nutrients bit by bit, and has grown from a seedling that needs careful care into the giant tree that covers the sky today.
Over the past 100,000 years, Tree Island has experienced countless seasons. Sometimes, when the sea of clouds billows and torrential rain pours, the "Miguel Tree" uses its branches and leaves to shelter young saplings from the wind and rain. Sometimes, when there is no rain for months and the land is dry and cracked, it extends its roots deep into the sea of clouds, absorbing moisture to nourish the entire island...
Under the protection of the "Migu Tree", the tree island became lush again, new saplings continued to break through the ground, and gradually formed a new tribe.
These newborn tree descendants inherited the tenacity of the tree people, but also continued the curse of transformation.
The oldest among them has lived for nearly a hundred thousand years, with a strong and upright trunk, but it cannot even gather the spiritual energy to condense into a human form.
The young trees often gathered around the Lost Valley Tree, whispering in their minds, "Grandpa Tree, why can't we become humans like in the legend?"
"What exactly does the Qingyuan Continent that my father and mother talked about look like?"
"When can we go out and have a look..."
Every time this happened, the heart of Migu Tree felt like a leaf torn by a strong wind, causing waves of pain.
He would tell the children stories from a hundred thousand years ago, about the elders who could run freely in the woods, about how after transforming they could touch the warmth of the sun and feel the solidity of the earth with their feet.
But these descriptions were too distant and unreal to the little trees, who had never seen a human form. They could only imagine the human form and outline a vague outline on the tree trunks.