Building a sect from scratch.

Chapter 486 Dryad
After much effort, the players managed to put Zhao Qing's solid hammer into their backpacks before cautiously beginning to explore in one direction.

The entire neighborhood was quiet and still, and it remained so for several minutes.

Even though it's called a "fang" (坊), it's actually just a bunch of scattered, tightly closed "tin-roofed" houses.

Perhaps the building materials of those houses were not iron, but they did indeed have the unique luster of metal.

As she walked, the meticulous soup dumpling frowned. She suddenly stopped and looked around for a while. Just as the players were all asking her questions, she finally spoke up: "And have you noticed that this place is not dark even though there are no lights? You can't even see where the light source is!"

After Guantangbao mentioned it, the other players realized what was going on and started looking for the source of the light—just as Guantangbao had said, they couldn't see where the source was at all!
Because nothing here casts a shadow!

Huang Zhucao clung tightly to the arm of the soup dumpling, trembling, and complained, "It's like a horror story! There's not even a shadow!"

"It's simple! Just do an experiment!"

As Yun Ling spoke, she took out a beautifully carved stone lamp from her backpack and shone it on her folded fingers.

"Look, there are shadows! It's just that the buildings here don't cast shadows!"

Huangzhucao almost screamed, "That's even scarier! I'd rather take a walk in our underground parking garage!"

"Hmm, it's possible you've entered an illusion!"

Zhao Qing, who was waiting for the resurrection cooldown in the small dark room, said with great experience: "Some illusions are like this. Because the cultivator who casts the illusion has a relatively low cultivation level or ability, they can't figure out many details one by one, so this situation will occur. There is no shadow, no smell, or no wind, etc. It is easy to distinguish. You can feel if there is wind in the air, or find something nearby that should have a distinct smell and ask it... Oh, by the way, it has to be something that you didn't bring in!"

Guantangbao suddenly realized, and then said angrily, "I get it! Actually, the dog planner was being lazy again and didn't do a good job on the details of the dungeons and instances!"

Upon hearing this, Nietzsche and Yun Ling exchanged a barely perceptible glance, both with a meaningful smile on their lips. However, the other players were preoccupied with whether they had entered the illusion and paid no attention to them.

"Look, this wooden barrel has no smell!"

Huangzhucao picked up a wooden bucket placed at the base of a tin-roofed house, sniffed it hard, and then excitedly held it high, saying...

The soup dumpling cautiously remarked, "Some wood just has no flavor, right?"

One night owl insisted on judging by the smell of the only "southern" city in China: "Then it should also have a musty smell?"

Huangzhucao rolled her eyes: "Please, wooden barrels in the Northwest only dry out to the point of cracking; the idea of ​​them getting moldy only exists in legends!"

Just as the two were struggling with their decision, Yun Ling suddenly took out a long spear and said confidently, "There is another way to break through illusions, which is specifically designed for illusions set up by those with low cultivation levels. I just learned it!"

After speaking, amidst the horrified gazes of the players, she rushed towards the nearest tin-roofed house and thrust her gun inside.

"Well……"

A strange, deep voice rang in everyone's ears, and the surrounding scenery suddenly distorted.

In the blink of an eye, the tin houses, wooden barrels, and piles of scattered debris all disappeared, replaced by a "wilderness" overgrown with trees.

The ground was a desolate wasteland, all made of metal.

Yun Ling pointed the tip of his gun at the tallest and largest tree in the distant woods and said, "I think that thing is the BOSS!"

Nietzsche pondered for a moment and said, "Let's go check it out first and ask around! After all, it looks like a tree demon, not the kind of demon cultivator who eats people all the time?"

A husky night owl chimed in, "That makes sense! I saw Zhu Xian from Chang'an vomit after taking a bite of roasted meat last time!"

"Yes! I've heard NPCs mention that most plant spirits don't eat meat, unless it's rotten..."

"Ugh! Rotting! It sounds even more terrifying now that you're talking about it!" "Is it possible that they killed people, let them rot, and then ate them?"

"What's the point? Why not drink delicious things like spiritual spring water instead of eating disgusting rotten flesh?!"

"How do you know it's disgusting? Maybe they think it's delicious!"

"That's what the NPC told me!"

"Hiss... This isn't right. Corpses should be the best fertilizer through natural decomposition, and logically, they should be a feast for plants, right?"

"Who knows how it was set up!"

"Hey, stop guessing. Anyway, let's go check it out!"

After discussing it, the group immediately headed towards the giant tree.

Before they could even get close to the tree, the leaves of the surrounding trees began to rustle, and then the strange, deep voice echoed: "You, humans, should... leave..."

Nietzsche stepped forward and asked, "Excuse me, are you a demon cultivator here? Or what kind of being are you?"

The voice did not answer Nietzsche's question, but stubbornly continued to urge, "Leave. This place is not welcome, humans..."

Nietzsche glanced helplessly at the other players behind him, about to say something more to try and get some information, when he heard the King Bamboo Grass suddenly speak up—

"You must be having a very difficult time living here."

"Humans, leave..."

Ignoring the voice, the king bamboo grass continued, "Your leaves are withered and yellow, your branches are sparse, and the ground beneath your feet looks like there's no soil... As a tree, without soil, water, or sunlight, you must be living a very painful life here, right?"

"..."

The voice indeed stopped, and the rustling of the surrounding leaves also disappeared.

Guantangbao was amazed and couldn't help but purse her lips as she typed in the team chat: "Wow, sister! You even care about trees so meticulously! You should probably study psychology, right?!"

Ignoring the sisters, Huangzhucao continued to tempt the large tree in front of her, saying, "We came here to completely eradicate the human livestock workshops. This is what King Duguang wanted. If you're willing, we can also help you transplant you outside. The land in Duguangze is so fertile, it's definitely better anywhere than here, right?"

The sound of rustling leaves rang out again, followed by the voice: "Prince Duguang has come in person?"

Nietzsche chimed in, "No, but all her generals are here, guarding outside. This time, the culprit won't escape!"

"Only when the magic weapon is broken can I get out..."

The voice said calmly, "But if I can get out, so can other cultivators..."

Huangzhucao confidently raised its head and said, "Don't be afraid! We have tens of thousands of people here! We came specifically to capture the cultivators here one by one! Big Tree, Big Tree, do you know how many cultivators are here in total?"

"Several thousand, yes..."

"Hey! That's not much!"

Hearing the tree spirit's cooperation, the Royal Bamboo Grass became even more confident. Her eyes darted around, and she suddenly asked, "Then do you know where that place inside, where humans are kept, is?"

The tree spirit was silent for a moment before answering, "I know, there are, many. Which one are you asking about..."