4715 The World Tree



Moreover, Jian Wushuang was also very curious. How did this so-called Prince Jiu possess such great power?

One must know that this was not a team that could be formed by just anyone who came to treat them to a meal. It was an army made up of 15 Yan Immortals and over 1,000 Ancestor-level experts.

To be able to pull out such a team, it seemed that they were determined to kill his brother.

It was no wonder that the Young Emperor had threatened to kill Prince Jiu in his sleep.

If it had not been for Jian Wushuang, he would have died in Jingchuan.

However, without Jian Wushuang, he might not have gone to Jingchuan, and all of this would not have happened.

"Are you so sure that it was his Second Brother's doing?" Jian Wushuang asked again.

Chen Qing frowned and then shook his head slightly. "I can't be sure, but it's highly suspicious. After all, after the Young Emperor ascended to this position, the Seven Princes began to fight."

Jian Wushuang nodded and then asked in surprise, "Wait, Seven Princes?"

Chen Qing nodded. Emperor Yang Zhenwu had seven sons. They are Prince Yan, Jiu, Yu, Qian, Mo, Hua, and Lin."

"The Young Emperor's name is Prince Yan, and he's the elder brother of the other six sons."

Jian Wushuang listened to Chen Qing's detailed explanation and nodded. He looked at the Young Emperor, who was still unconscious, leaning on the deck not far away. He could not help but sigh that he had been killed by his younger brother's subordinates. It was indeed not easy to be a big brother.

He knew that there must be a reason for this, and at the same time, he recalled the conditions that he was forced to agree to in the bronze palace.

The first condition was to help him ascend to the throne, and within 70 years.

However, when he thought of the Princes who had experienced their terrifying means before they even met, Jian Wushuang felt an inexplicable headache.

"Why are they trying to kill the Young Emperor?" Although he knew that the Young Emperor was not a good person, Jian Wushuang still asked out of curiosity.

A bitter smile appeared on Cheng Qing's face, "This, I'm afraid it's not convenient to say. The things involved are more secretive and complicated."

Jian Wushuang nodded. Just as he was about to reply, the skinny purple-robed man walked over slowly. There was no joy or sorrow on his old face.

"There's nothing I can't tell you. You've saved the Young Emperor many times, so you should know some secrets," the skinny purple-robed man said calmly.

"Prince Yan died when he was young and his foundation was destroyed. He could no longer cultivate, but his Imperial Father, Emperor Zhen Wuyang, doted on him. As he was the eldest son, he eventually let him sit on the position of the Young Emperor. However, the six sons that he had were all talented and powerful, so they naturally would not trust the Young Emperor."

"Becoming a Young Emperor means that all the resources of the Heavenly Court will be given to you."

"As a result, the inevitable conflict has continued to this day."

After listening to the skinny purple-robed man's brief description, Jian Wushuang sighed in his heart. It turned out that he was involved in such a chaotic matter. He did not know whether to be happy or sad.

At the same time, he was also keenly aware that the thin purple-robed man's hesitant appearance meant that he was hiding something.

However, Jian Wushuang did not intend to continue asking. In his opinion, he did not have much to do with the Young Emperor and the others, so it was meaningless to pursue it too deeply.

After leaving the broken Jingchuan Heaven Domain, Jian Wushuang and the others did not return to the huge sea. Instead, they left in another direction.

After all, it would be a real problem if an existence even more terrifying than the vast Sea Sky Octopus appeared under the vast sea.

Under the control of the skinny purple-robed man, the huge ship flew through the vast void. It took twice the time to return to the Six Heavens Realm.

This made Jian Wushuang curse the Young Emperor in his heart.

The voyage had ended in less than ten years after he returned to the Six Heavens Realm. However, the bizarre twists and turns he had experienced had given Jian Wushuang a preliminary understanding of the Great Yan Domain.

Just a small part of the Heavenly Domain was already so terrifying. However, this was only a small part of the Great Yan Domain. He could not think of what he would encounter next. He could only take one step at a time.

After returning to the Six Heavens Realm, the skinny purple-robed man and Cheng Qing carried the Young Emperor back to the Big Lonely Heaven.

Although he had given the Small and Big Lonely Heavens to Jian Wushuang, Jian Wushuang had never been there even once.

A barrier as warm as water was opened and Jian Wushuang entered it with Chun Qiu.

As far as the eye could see, it was as if they had entered a primitive forest that had never been set foot in. The rich emerald green was the main color of the entire lonely sky.

All kinds of exotic flowers and plants bloomed on the ground, and the life-force in the wild forest, which was almost thousands of meters tall, was extremely dense.

However, this was not the most shocking part. In the middle of the Big Lonely Heaven, there was a huge tree that stood like a pillar.

The thick main branch had become much wider, and the dark green crown above its head was like a cloud hanging from the sky, almost covering the entire sky of the Big Lonely Heaven.

It was as if the entire ecosystem of the Big Lonely Heaven was like this giant tree.

The skinny purple-robed old man in the lead carried the Young Emperor, who was still unconscious, and jumped to the top of the giant tree.

"Brother Jian, please follow us." Chen Qing slightly cupped his hands and then stomped his feet, his body flying forward.

Looking at the huge tree in front of him, Jian Wushuang did not hesitate. He stopped and flew forward.

As he stepped into the cloud layer, he felt a soft touch under his feet. Jian Wushuang looked around and then slowly walked forward.

At the crown of this huge tree, there was a rather elegant pavilion.

Chun Qiu did not want to enter, so he waited for Jian Wushuang outside the pavilion.

Walking into the warm room, he saw a bed made of an unknown material in the middle.

The Young Emperor's face became much calmer after he was placed on the table, and the cold sweat on his temples stopped flowing.

If one looked closely, one would see countless strands of powerful life energy gathering in the air into the bed, then continuously nourishing and repairing his body.

Jian Wushuang guessed that this special bed should be closely related to the World Tree of the Big Lonely Heaven.

Chen Qing and the others were secretly relieved when they saw the Young Emperor's expression gradually calm down.

Seeing this, Jian Wushuang stopped for a while and then slowly left the warm pavilion.

Outside the warm room, Chun Qiu was alone, looking at the world in a daze. When he saw him coming out, he retracted his thoughts and forced a smile to greet him. "Brother Jian."