Legend holds that Jianmu was a bridge connecting the heavens, the earth, humanity, and the gods.
Even in the era when heaven and earth were cut off from one another, it still allowed All Gods to maintain contact with the mortal world.
This tree was the epitome of all things wood.
The dark red Heart of Jianmu looked like a piece of red jade, warm and smooth to the touch. It contained an endless tide of Essence, like a surging river or a vast sea. Even holding a small piece made Zhu Ju's breath quicken and his Qi Blood churn violently.
'What a treasure!'
If used for Artifact Refining, even a novice could forge a First-Grade Divine Weapon, and might even have a chance at an Immortal Grade one.
Jianmu spoke:
"I've given you the item. Now it's your turn, fellow Daoist!"
"No rush." Zhu Ju shook his head.
"There are still two more treasures."
"..." Jianmu sighed helplessly, tapped his wooden staff, and behind him, mist rose from the void as treasures appeared one after another.
