I Have a Divine Power Tree

In this world of cultivation, people devour spiritual energy, endure ten thousand years of bitter training, and risk their lives for fortuitous encounters, yet in their entire lives they may obtain only three or five divine powers, shackled by their techniques and talents, trapped to death by the chains of heaven's dao. When Zuo Yang was six years old, he obtained a stone-wood seed. After ten years of nurturing, the seed finally opened and transformed into a Divine Power Tree. Withered branches sprout, absorbing ten thousand methods as nutrients; a single leaf gives birth to the dao, transforming all things into divine powers. Others cultivate bitterly for ten years to comprehend one secret art; I plant one tree, and it reaches perfection overnight, flawless and unassailable. Others fight bloody battles for treasures just to obtain one spiritual fruit; my tree blooms in full, and I pluck all the laws of the heavens and the origins of ten thousand daos. Others are bound by bloodline, physique, and the fate decreed by heaven's dao; with my Divine Power Tree, I defy destiny and shatter every shackle in the world! A crippled body? My roots reshape the foundation of the dao, and ten thousand methods and the physical body both reach the ultimate extreme! Incomplete techniques? My leaves evolve them to perfection, and peerless arts ancient and modern come easily to hand! The great dao is hard to glimpse? My flowers bloom into dao fruits, and I hold dominion over the rules of all the heavens and ten thousand daos! From a sect outcast, an ant of the continent, to one who sweeps across all ages and rules the heavens. Zuo Yang stands at the peak of time, overlooking the vastness of all realms, and sighs but one line: All beings cultivate bitterly seeking divine powers; I plant one tree and hold the firmament in my palm. — Description from novelcodex.org