Is the cultivation world now only populated by demonesses?

Chapter 105, Section 104: The Jianmu Tree of the Spirit Race

Wait until later.

As the sun is about to set.

Looking out from here, there is a colossal tree in the distance that blocks out the sky and seems to reach the heavens. To be more precise, it has lost the concept of a tree. Rather than a tree, it is more like an ancient, sprawling mountain range with an immeasurably thick trunk and intertwined branches that are awe-inspiring to behold.

Lu Changyuan frowned as he looked at the World Tree, recalling the Jianmu tree from mythology.

The spirit race in the cultivation world sometimes boasts when they get drunk, saying that their ancestors used to live on a giant tree whose size is hard to estimate.

Everyone thought the Spirit Clan was just making things up. If there really was such a huge tree, how could the cultivation world not see it?

Not only is it no longer visible, but there's not even any related news.

But now that he has seen it with his own eyes, Lu Changyuan realizes that the group of spirits was not lying.

The Underworld King also saw the tree: "That is the World Tree, the place where the Spirit Race lives."

Lu Changyuan seemed to detect a hint of disdain in Mingjun's tone.

Are you at odds with your clan?

A few days ago, the Underworld King said that he was going back to his clan to kill people. In this ancient and barbaric era, all the clans should be quite united, otherwise they would not be able to survive.

However, it seems that the Underworld Lord has a rather poor relationship with his clan.

"It's not that we're at odds, it's just that we have some life-or-death hatred."

The King of the Underworld's ever-smiling expression suddenly changed.

Her voice was as cold as ice: "Get out here!"

These past few days, she has been smiling whenever she is by Lu Changyuan's side, truly regarding him as her most trusted guardian spirit.

But now, as if an outsider had appeared, she reverted to her usual aloofness.

The dark energy swept through, completely destroying the forest in front of them.

The enormous spirit they were riding slowly dissipated, leaving only the ground beneath them.

Lu Changyuan suddenly drew his sword, shattering the illusory spirit that was attacking him, and then said calmly, "It seems that the visitor is not friendly."

A disdainful voice came from the shadows: "Ming, you really didn't die? Is this your guardian spirit?"

A woman with blue hair and pointed ears emerged from the dense forest.

The Underworld Lord said calmly, "Du? You want to stop me? Who gave you the order? Crimson Lord? Or Blue Lord?"

"You really have no talent. Your guardian spirit summoned a weak human. If this were within your own clan, you would be ridiculed."

The woman named Du scoffed, "Look at you, with your human-like black hair. What? You were taken away by humans, and now you look like one too?"

Lu Changyuan turned to look at Mingjun, only to find that Mingjun was expressionless, but his killing intent was extremely strong.

She looks exactly like Qiu Yuehan.

The swordplay is most ferocious when it's coldest.

A sword imbued with the aura of the underworld was created from the hand of the Underworld Lord.

Without uttering a single word, its continuous momentum surged straight down.

Lu Changyuan's situation wasn't easy either; spirits, appearing from nowhere, began to swarm and attack him.

Those were creatures Lu Changyuan had never seen before, and there was even a giant fish spirit that seemed to be swimming in the air, blowing acidic bubbles at Lu Changyuan.

What is this?

Lu Changyuan reversed his mind and chopped off the fish's head.

"Ming! You will not receive the title of honor."

"You don't need to worry about it."

Suddenly, many blood-red flowers rose up around Lu Changyuan, and the spirit surrounding Lu Changyuan vanished.

With a piercing scream, Du fled into the distance.

The Underworld Lord did not chase after them, but instead floated to Lu Changyuan's side and said, "Let's keep going."

"What is the honorific title?" Lu Changyuan asked curiously.

“The strongest among each race will receive a title.” The Underworld Lord whispered in Lu Changyuan’s ear, “I will use the title to attain enlightenment through the Spirit Race’s fortune.”

Enlightenment?

Judging from the current aura of the Underworld Lord, she intends to attempt to ignite the stars and ascend to the Jade Light.

Considering that spirit race member named Du, who was only around the fifth realm, it's not unreasonable to estimate the combat strength of people from ancient times.

Ultimately, the Seven Realms are merely stages of understanding the Dao, and are also realms defined by the human race. Lu Changyuan does not know whether other races have similar realm divisions.

But generally speaking...

It remains difficult to enter the Fifth Realm, but one can ascend to the Sixth Realm, with Yao Guang being the highest.

Lu Changyuan felt a slight itch near his ear and looked troubled, but the Underworld King seemed to enjoy seeing his embarrassed expression.

The girl's hair brushed against Lu Changyuan's face: "Once I achieve enlightenment, your status will rise accordingly. When that time comes, you can go out and say that I am your master, and no one will dare to take you away."

What a pie-in-the-sky master!

Do you want to drag me along and make me wander the world?

Lu Changyuan suddenly realized something and said, "Without a guardian spirit, you can't obtain a title?"

The girl smiled, seemingly admiring Lu Changyuan greatly.

"That's right. Only by having a guardian spirit can I prove that I am indeed royalty."

The Underworld Queen said that she had not originally planned to summon the guardian spirit, but she summoned Lu Changyuan before returning to her clan.

Inferring behavior from purpose.

The fact that Lu Changyuan was summoned must have been for the purpose of serving the Mingjun's return to the clan.

"So you are very important to me, like half of my body."

Are the Eldar and their own spirits in a relationship of being each other's half-bodies?
Lu Changyuan frowned, feeling that this conversation would go on forever, so he changed the subject: "Why did you let Du go just now?"

To leave the realm of the fifth realm in front of the sixth realm, especially before the Underworld Lord who cultivates the path of death, is somewhat wishful thinking.

Hades crossed his arms, his handsome lips seemingly glistening with moisture.

She said, "Let her go back and spread the word, so that the tribe will know I've returned."

Cripple them but don't kill them.

They were returned to their clan in a dignified manner, announcing the arrival of the Underworld.

The black-haired girl wore a mocking smile, yet she was stunningly beautiful, like an emperor looking down on everything: "It's only right that my things should be returned."

The Underworld Lord did not explain to Lu Changyuan what had been taken from her or what she wanted to take back. She simply leaned against Lu Changyuan's chest and said softly, "I'll be your pillow for a while."

The girl's weight pressed down on Lu Changyuan, yet felt as light as a feather.

A tremendous spirit reappeared.

The two continued walking towards the huge tree.

It was as if it were a dream.

"The King of the Underworld said."

"I like humans. Although they are weak, they are extremely resilient and warm to their families. Perhaps it is because I like the human race that my guardian spirit is also human."

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"child?"

Qiu Yuehan stared blankly at herself.

Her face was reflected in the lake; she was a little girl, exactly the same as she had been when she was young.

"Am I dreaming?"

After her junior sister left, she sat down to meditate on the bed. However, it seemed that because she had spent too much time with her junior sister, and her junior sister had spent too much time with the old monster, she was not focused on her meditation. Before she knew it, the Moon Fairy's head tilted to one side and she fell asleep.

People sometimes experience this: while dreaming, they are fully aware that they are dreaming.

Qiu Yuehan is in that situation now.

"No, is this me?"

Before her was a huge lake, and Qiu Yuehan saw her reflection in the water. The reflection looked exactly like her, but Qiu Yuehan didn't remember that her ears were pointed.

I have no recollection of being in front of such a huge lake when I was a child.

Looking at his reflection in the lake, he should only be six or seven years old. At this age, he should be seeking enlightenment at Miaoyu Palace, just beginning to learn the inner cultivation method of Miaoyu Palace. How could he be wearing a simple black dress, staring blankly at the lake in this dense forest?

"This isn't me!"

Qiu Yuehan murmured.

She looked up at the moon, which was bright and real, yet inexplicably felt unfamiliar to Qiu Yuehan.

An unfamiliar moon.

An unfamiliar forest, an unfamiliar self.

For no apparent reason, Qiu Yuehan felt a little scared.

"did you find it?"

"No."

Suddenly, the sound of people talking came from afar, and a light was lit.

Qiu Yuehan inexplicably knew that this group of people had come to find her, and their purpose was quite simple.

This group of people wanted to kill her.

We must escape, or we will die.

This thought quickly filled Qiu Yuehan's mind, so she got up and stumbled away into the distance.

She instinctively waved her hand, and a small leopard-like spirit appeared before her.

The leopard bent down, picked up Qiu Yuehan, and then quickly disappeared into the forest.

"There's movement over there!"

Amidst the rustling sounds, someone was chasing after them like a venomous snake.

Qiu Yuehan trembled with fear, her petite figure shrinking back. Even in a dream, the real sense of fear of death was crystal clear.

With this in mind, Qiu Yuehan steered the leopard even faster.

boom!
Her petite body crashed to the ground, the dirt making an intimate collision with her cute little face, leaving her delicate face disheveled and covered in specks of dirt.

Qiu Yuehan stared blankly at her small hands.

My mana is used up.

According to the Dao Realm, this body is only at the first level, pitifully weak, and it probably had already used up its magic power before drinking and resting in that lake, but unexpectedly the pursuers arrived again.

dying.

Qiu Yuehan had never perceived this so clearly before.

Even when he was seriously injured and being chased by two cultivators from the Blood Demon Palace, he never felt this way.

A premonition of death rushed into Qiu Yuehan's mind, making it hard for her to breathe.

"Right here, with the scent of spirit, she must be too weak to continue."

"Find her quickly, then kill her!"

No, I don't want to die!
Suddenly, a hand carrying the scent of earth covered her mouth. Qiu Yuehan's eyes constricted into pinpoints due to intense emotions, and her limbs began to twist wildly involuntarily.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

It was a woman's voice, aged and tinged with weariness.

Qiu Yuehan turned her head in fear and saw an old man.

The old woman looked almost exactly like her, except she didn't have pointed ears.

That was a human.

Why are humans here?

"Don't move. I'll cover your scent."

The old woman took out a jar of ash and smeared it on Qiu Yuehan's face.

“Our human race is the weakest, so we have developed the best methods of concealment. Since you are being hunted by your own people, why don’t you come back to the human race with me?”

(End of this chapter)