Chapter 684: The Conquest of Purple

The Appearance of the Creation Divine Tree Changed Dramatically. Although its overall height decreased slightly—from nearly a hundred zhang to just over seventy zhang—the trunk became thicker, and its crown covered a larger area. Its mottled bark seemed to bear countless mysterious characters, while the roots protruding from the ground were intricately entwined, with a radius spanning hundreds of zhang…
Though still in its infancy, it exuded a sense of ancientness, vicissitudes, mystery, eternity, inherited wisdom, and grandeur.
The Creation Divine Tree!
It could also be called the World Tree or the Mother Tree.
In its current form, it truly lived up to its purpose.
“Thank you, my master. I feel wonderful now—better than ever…”
Having acquired self-awareness and thoughts, the Creation Divine Tree immediately sent a mental message to Su Che.
“That’s good,” Su Che nodded in satisfaction.
After further detailed communication, Su Che and Lao He explained to it their most urgent energy needs.
“I understand. I’ll take care of it,” said the Creation Divine Tree. It absorbed portions of all the advanced energies present in the Immortal Prison—such as Holy Demon Blood, Origin Magic Energy, Life Energy, Black Stone Clear Flow, Chaos Energy, Immortal Essence Energy, Shadow Soul Energy, and more—then would experiment with them based on its understanding of energy, with the ultimate goal of creating a special energy capable of countering Origin Magic.
All these processes would occur within the Creation Divine Tree itself, invisible even to Su Che and Lao He.
“She has her own ways,” Su Che thought. “I believe she can do it—she’ll do an excellent job.”
“Of course!” Lao He added. “This is exactly what she’s best at. Compared to her, we’re just amateurs.”
The logic was simple: No matter how skilled a farmer tending an orchard might be, he can’t make fruits grow on his own forehead. Your role is to care for the trees; let them bear the fruit.
It had to be them!
Su Che and Lao He patiently waited for the fruits to ripen.
Before long, just over two hours later, ten fruits appeared simultaneously on one of the tree branches of the Creation Divine Tree.
The purplish-red fruits resembled gourds and emitted a strange glow.
Snap!
One of the purple gourds detached itself from the branch, floating in midair. Its top split open.
Hiss… hiss… hiss…
A stream of purple energy burst forth—clearly a special type of energy Su Che had never seen before.

This stream of purple energy swirlled in the air, transforming into a fearsome giant dragon—dozens of feet long, lifelike, and extremely majestic.
Whoosh!
The Creation Divine Tree swayed another branch, drawing forth a wisp of Origin Magic Energy, which also turned into a grayish-black, ferocious demon dragon.
Roar! Roar!
The two giant dragons, seemingly natural enemies, immediately engaged in a fierce battle.
Although the Origin Magic Dragon appeared fierce, it was swallowed by the purple dragon in just one move, losing one-third of its size.
Argh!
Only then did the Origin Magic Dragon realize the danger. As if possessed of intelligence, it turned to flee. It understood now that its opponent was not just a natural rival but its true nemesis!
But it was too late to escape.
In a flash, the purple dragon pounced and devoured the Origin Magic Dragon completely, leaving no trace, while its own size increased significantly.
The Creation Divine Tree didn’t need to explain anything; these two dragons vividly demonstrated everything.
“Great!”
Su Che and Lao He cheered in unison. There was no need to understand further—the speed of this hunting process spoke volumes.
Undoubtedly, the special energy created by the Creation Divine Tree could devour Origin Magic Energy to strengthen itself. In other words, Origin Magic Energy was nothing but nourishment for it.
The power of creation was truly miraculous, full of endless possibilities.
“Come on, this energy belongs to me!”
Su Che immediately transferred all the power from his Immortal Infant into the Immortal Prison, creating enough space to accommodate this new energy.
Since it was energy created by the Immortal Prison, Su Che, as its master, could control it at will.
Sure enough, the purple dragon first turned into a stream of energy, then condensed into a liquid form, slowly flowing into Su Che’s meridians. It could flow smoothly into his dantian with any cultivation technique used.
After a few cycles of circulation, Su Che could control this energy effortlessly, just as naturally as his original Immortal Essence power.
“What are we waiting for? Let’s give it a try!”
Su Che, who had been in a meditative posture, suddenly opened his eyes. His pupils were no longer pure black but a strange, deep purple.
Flying over and approaching the statue, Su Che seemed full of confidence. Driven by his fierce fighting spirit, he unleashed a violent torrent of purple flames.

When wielding the power of chaos, one always acts with extreme caution. Yet now, Su Che’s aura seemed capable of shattering the statue before him with a single palm strike.
“Has this kid gone mad?”
Even the black-armored giant hovering nearby, tasked with supervision, was startled by this aura. He never expected that after suppressing his emotions for over ten days, the boy would drive himself insane…
It had been said before that the Immortal-Demon Battlefield possessed a spiritual essence, especially its core, which must not be insulted lightly. Such rude actions would surely bring about retribution…
But what happened next was completely contrary to his expectations.
When the purple, violent flames touched the statue, there was no sense of impact or shock. Instead, it was as if a dried sponge encountered water—smoothly and effortlessly, the flames were absorbed.
It was excessively smooth. In the blink of an eye, the translucent statue turned pale purple, absorbing all of Su Che’s purple flames.
“Not enough!”
That deafening roar wasn’t made by Su Che, but by the black-armored giant.
He was a hundred times, a thousand times more excited than Su Che. Shouting loudly, he said, “It’s far from enough! Give it more! Give it enough power, and you can conquer it—then the Immortal-Demon Battlefield will be yours!”
Su Che glanced at him and thought, “Bro, why such excitement?”
Lao He curled his lips and said, “I guess this guy has been trapped here for tens of millions of years and has grown utterly bored until madness set in. Now that someone like you, a hope for his complete liberation, has appeared, how could he not be excited?”
“Maybe so.”
Su Che smiled inwardly and wasted no time. He released all the purple energy in his body.
With only human-immortal strength, the energy he possessed was clearly insufficient to refine the statue. But that didn’t matter. The other nine purple gourds formed on the Destiny Divine Tree detached from its branches, spewing continuous streams of purple energy outward.
At the same time, more purple gourds continued to form on the branches.
This kind of energy could effectively counteract primordial magic. From now on, Su Che would surely rely heavily on it. Accumulating more of it could only be beneficial.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Su Che became even bolder. He stepped forward several meters and pressed his right palm against the statue’s forehead, directly infusing it with purple energy.
Pressing his hand against the forehead carried a clear connotation of conquest. There was no retribution or resistance—what did this mean?
It meant that as long as there was enough energy, conquering it was inevitable!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

The infusion of energy lasted for half an hour, with the purple energy transmitted being more than ten times that of Su Che’s own Immortal Infant. Yet, the statue’s color only deepened slightly—clearly still not enough.
“Damn it, this guy has an enormous appetite; he’s obviously trying to drive us to exhaustion.”
With nothing to do, Old Black had muttered such things in the Immortal Prison no less than three times already.
Never satisfied no matter how many benefits he received, he would feel pain at the slightest effort… Old Black had always been so stingy. While in charge of the first layer of the Immortal Prison, he also acted as its steward.
The refinement process continued for several more hours. Once all nearly a hundred purple gourds created by the Tree of Fate were released, the statue finally turned purplish-red, matching the color of the gourds.
Finally, it was fed enough.
Buzz…
A roar sounded as the statue began to tremble.
“Enough, enough!”
The black-armored giant shouted excitedly, “It’s sufficient now!”
Su Che retracted his hand and floated back ten zhang away, silently observing its changes.
Buzz…
With the intense trembling, the simply shaped statue gradually revealed more and more details. The arms fused on either side of its body split apart with snapping sounds, and the palm, which had only a rough outline before, now had its fingers separated, with distinct palm lines emerging on the palm surface.
“It’s becoming more and more like my palm lines…”
Su Che didn’t need to lift his hands to compare—they were already very familiar to him—so he could easily notice this obvious change.
The statue’s facial features also gradually became clear, revealing Su Che’s own appearance.
It turned out that Su Che and Old Black’s earlier judgments were correct—the statue would take on the appearance of its master to prove who the ruler of the Immortal Demon Battlefield was.
When the statue’s transformation was complete, the black-armored giant sighed deeply, “Congratulations. The Immortal Demon Battlefield now belongs to you.”
Su Che nodded calmly. Though he truly heard these words, he felt no excitement or enthusiasm as he had expected. Instead, he felt relaxed, even a bit tired.
“Mm!”
Old Black also nodded in the Immortal Prison, “This deal was indeed exhausting.”
But Su Che suddenly asked the black-armored giant, “Are you sure the Immortal Demon Battlefield belongs to me? That I can do whatever I want next?”
“Whatever you want,” the black-armored giant replied with a nod. “I have no right to interfere if you destroy this place. As for me, I will leave the Immortal Demon Battlefield with your permission and return to that long-lost Immortal Realm…”
“Then fine.”

Su Che waved his hand. “Wait until I wake up, then we can talk a bit more. After that, you can go.” With that, he threw a comfortable large bed out of the Immortal Prison world and collapsed onto it. “I really can’t remember how many years it’s been since I last slept like this…” he muttered before falling asleep. The black-armored giant tilted his head, observing Su Che’s rather awkward yet extremely comfortable sleeping posture, and muttered to himself, “My body has been lying dormant like a corpse in the Immortal Realm for seventy million years… It’s time to wake it up!”