Chapter 741: Self-Created Natural Divine Object

This time, the Creation Divine Tree did not bear fruit but instead a strangely shaped branch grew from one of its branches. It was about two feet long, cone-shaped, with a thickness similar to that of a forearm at its base and a highly sharp tip. Perfectly formed spiral patterns coiled across its surface, resembling the horn on the head of a unicorn sacred beast.

Su Che immediately had a guess: since the Creation Divine Tree had the ability to transform energy and could acquire origin magic to grant itself complete immunity to demonic influence, this small branch should be able to easily break through that dark red airflow outside…

“Master, that’s exactly right. You can give it a try.”

The Creation Divine Tree confirmed this and voluntarily detached the spiral horn from the branch.

Swish!

The spiral horn appeared in Su Che’s hands. He stepped forward a few steps and stood in front of the Three Immortal Emperors of Feng Lin, seemingly determined to confront the dark red airflow alone.

“What is this kid planning?”

The three of them did not stop him. They continued to push forward against the wind using their lotus platforms. Seeing Su Che’s strange behavior, they grew curious, guessing that he was about to pull off another astonishing feat.

Sure enough, Su Che threw the spiral horn forward, making it hover about thirty feet ahead. This distance was already beyond the reach of the lotus platform, as if he were using swordmanship to cut through obstacles.

“Will it work?”

As soon as the three of them raised this doubt, they immediately felt a great sense of relief—the resistance ahead diminished significantly.

The speed of the white jade lotus platform soared several times over, but this was just the beginning!

Vroom…

Driven by Su Che’s will, the spiral horn began spinning at high speed, further reducing the resistance—now only about one-tenth of the original level.

With the resistance reduced by nearly ten times, the speed increased by nearly a hundred times. It was truly a sensation of unstoppable momentum and exhilaration.

Even the flames surrounding the lotus platform weakened considerably due to the greatly reduced friction.

“What kind of treasure is this?”

Feng Lin and Zong Yi stared at the spiral horn, pondering in silence: If they could refine this treasure into a magical artifact, it would surely be able to break through all wind-related techniques and powers in the world.

“It’s simply the nemesis of wind-based powers. Could this also be a natural divine object?”

It must be said that the guesses of the two Immortal Emperors, Feng Lin and Zong Yi, were quite reliable. What the Creation Divine Tree produced could indeed be called a “natural divine artifact” of this caliber, as it was created by the supreme power of the Immortal Prison. Unfortunately, the Creation Divine Tree was still in its infancy, still exploring, learning, and understanding many principles. For now, it was unable to create the kind of natural divine artifact that Su Che needed—one capable of integrating all forces and attributes in the world. This task was too difficult for a “child” to accomplish; it had to be sought from the outer universe. Compared to the outer universe, the Immortal Prison world was truly just a newborn infant, constantly needing to draw nourishment and knowledge from its “mother.” At this moment, upon seeing the sharp horn in Su Che’s hand, both Feng Lin and Zong Yi became interested. If they could refine this treasure into a magical weapon, they would surely be able to overwhelm any opponent of the same rank who relied on wind-based powers. Su Che seemed to sense the unusual gazes from the two Immortal Emperors behind him. Turning around with a smile, he said, “If this is useful to you two elders, I’ll give each of you a few in a moment.” “A few each?” Feng Lin asked in surprise. “Do you have many of these? Did you create them on the spot?” The wisdom of Immortal Emperors was beyond doubt. Three days ago, she had seen Su Che absorb some dark red energy currents, and today he produced this dark red horn—there was no need to explain further. Su Che also knew full well that he couldn’t hide this from them. Instead of being secretive and petty, it was better to admit it openly. Zong Yi was far less surprised than Feng Lin, as he already knew another secret about Su Che: the legendary Immortal-Demon Battlefield already belonged to him. What was this matter compared to that? Most of these Immortal Emperors understood the significance of the Immortal-Demon Battlefield: as long as this kid continued to grow, he would surely become a leader in the entire Immortal Realm. After all, he possessed a special ability to completely suppress the Origin Demons, allowing him to rid the Immortal Realm of this major threat. The same applied to Lan Ling—she had promised to make him the supreme empress of the Origin Demons. What was this matter compared to that! But she still couldn’t resist joining in the excitement. At this moment, she exclaimed, “I want one too!” “Sure, no problem!” Su Che agreed readily, but secretly sent a message, “What’s the use of this to you? As a demon, you don’t need the magical weapons of the Immortal Realm.”

The reason for sending the message was to prevent Feng Lin from learning Lan Ling’s true identity. Lan Ling’s disguise was extremely sophisticated; even the elemental power she displayed at this moment made it impossible to detect that she was a demon. “Other demons can’t do it, but I can.” Lan Ling replied seriously, “Perhaps it’s because I’m a derivative of the Wrath of the Demon God. My situation is special—I can simulate the power of an immortal’s immortal essence, so…” She said only that much before losing patience and shouting, “Ugh, I’m too lazy to explain. Just say, will you give it or not?” “What if I don’t?” Su Che asked with a smile. “I’ll torture you to death!” Lan Ling’s little canines grew longer again. “Then that’s it.” Su Che said, “I need more air currents. These are all the raw materials needed to create it.” Tap tap tap tap… Soon, dozens of air masses piled up at Su Che’s feet. This time, not only Lan Ling but also Feng Lin and Zong Yi joined in, gathering a large number of air masses in order to obtain those spiral spikes… Of course, the more, the better. Although creating a single spike branch didn’t consume too many air masses, it was never too much to have—having them on hand would surely be useful. In the future, when their strength was sufficient, they could use them to exchange for treasures from other Immortal Emperors; their value would undoubtedly be high… With Su Che leading the way, flying against the wind became much easier. What might have taken nearly a hundred days could now be completed in just three days, allowing them to reach the front of the group and enter the top 100. Starting from the top 100, the figures of Immortal Emperors also appeared on others’ lotus platforms. However, each of them had only one Immortal Emperor present, who was no longer able to catch up further and could only patiently wait in line. Fortunately, even to reach the 99th place would take at most a hundred years. For Immortal Emperors with almost infinite lifespans, this amount of time was insignificant. Sitting on their lotus platforms and meditating casually, they could effortlessly pass those hundred years. From this moment on, every time they surpassed another lotus platform, Feng Lin and Zong Yi would bow in apology to the Immortal Emperor on that platform. This was the most basic courtesy, a sign of respect for peers. Most Immortal Emperors would also respond with a kind bow, saying it was no problem and that they didn’t mind the delay. After all, cutting in line in the Heavenly Void was a completely normal and reasonable behavior. Initially, they too had relied on cutting in line to make it into the top 100.

Only a few Immortal Emperors on their lotus platforms remained seated motionless, showing no reaction. It was unclear whether they were annoyed and pretending not to see, or truly in deep meditation, trying to comprehend the will of heaven… In any case, for now, Su Che and his three companions’ attempt to cut in line had not encountered any resistance. But would things stay this smooth going forward? Su Che didn’t ask further. What was meant to happen would happen eventually; he might as well keep moving forward. If he knew everything in advance, it would lose its meaning. As they moved up to around the top fifty, most lotus platforms had two Immortal Emperors seated on them. The resistance from the dark red air currents grew stronger, and even with Su Che using his spiral horn to clear a path, his speed was quite slow—only one platform could be overtaken per hour. Fortunately, they didn’t stop and could keep moving forward. Fortyth… Thirtyrd… When they reached the twenty-first position, it seemed they had reached the front of the queue. Ahead, there was no more lotus platform, only a purple copper gate nearly a hundred zhang tall, its shape resembling the door of a furnace artifact. On the lotus platform at the twenty-first position sat five people. Through Zong Yi’s telepathic introduction, Su Che learned that they were three Immortal Emperors and two in the later stages of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Earlier, Zong Yi had said that the original plan was to make it into the top thirty, which would already be good. It was thanks to Su Che’s spiral horn creating a miraculous effect that they could reach the twenty-first position, with some energy left over. Zong Yi then transmitted to Su Che, “The top twenty are already inside the Divine Furnace realm. Once the first person there finishes transforming their treasure and leaves, this purple copper furnace door will open naturally, and the twenty-first person can enter.” “So, we can cut in line and take the twenty-first position?” Su Che asked. “Not necessarily,” Zong Yi replied, shaking his head. His gaze fell on a nearby lotus platform, and he said in a low voice, “For now, we’re still outside the queue. To get to the front, it depends on whether they’re willing to make room.” “It doesn’t matter if they’re not willing,” Su Che said with a smile. “Then we’ll just take the twenty-second position. We’re not short on time.” “Why?” Lan Ling immediately became upset. “We clearly have the strength to get to the front. In terms of strength and rules, we deserve to be at the front. Why should we give way to them?” Then she poked Su Che’s forehead and scolded, “You’re a man, a real man—show some courage! Don’t be such a coward!”

Su Che slapped her small hand away and immediately explained, “I think both Senior Feng Lin and Senior Zong Yi came to help me. I’m already very grateful at this point and don’t want to cause them trouble. Just for a ranking, a mere difference of two or three years—engaging in unnecessary disputes over that is not worth it.”
“That won’t do either!”
Lan Ling also understood that from Su Che’s perspective, an attitude of valuing harmony was understandable. But from her own standpoint, there was never such a thing as giving way to others.
So she turned to Zong Yi and said, “Old man, aren’t you very arrogant? Where did your confidence go now? Don’t make me look down on you!”
Zong Yi smiled faintly and then turned to Feng Lin, “I don’t mind. It depends on what the fellow cultivator thinks.”