Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

Chapter 180 His wife is gone, even the trees have been uprooted.

The wind at Luofengpo seemed a bit noisier than usual.

The carriage ran over withered branches and fallen leaves, making a soft cracking sound.

The deeper you go, the stronger the chilling aura becomes. But today, the coldness seems to have lost some of its former oppressive feeling, and instead has a sense of emptiness and void.

Su Qing lifted the carriage curtain and peeked out.

She gazed at the familiar woods in the distance, a rare hint of urgency in her eyes.

That is where her true form resides.

"Idiot, hurry up," Su Qing urged. "I can already smell that musty, old tree bark smell."

Gu Xiang raised his whip and gently cracked it.

"Don't worry, the tree is right there, it can't grow legs and run away."

As the carriage rounded the last bend, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

That was the deepest part of Falling Phoenix Slope, where a golden sycamore tree should have stood, its canopy like a canopy, its branches hanging down to cover an area of ten miles. It was a divine relic left by the Phoenix Clan, and also the core of the array that suppressed the evil spirits of this place.

Gu Xiang reined in the carriage, bringing it to a steady stop.

He looked up, and the smile on his face froze instantly.

Su Qing was about to jump out of the car when she saw Gu Xiang standing there motionless, so she couldn't help but give him a push.

"What are you spacing out for? We're home."

Gu Xiang didn't move, but simply raised his hand, pointed ahead, and made a dry sound from his throat.

"Qing'er...look, is that your home?"

Su Qing looked in the direction he was pointing.

The next moment, the sunflower seeds in her hand scattered all over the ground.

The area ahead was completely empty.

There was no canopy to block out the sky, no barrier flowing with golden divine light, and even the old sycamore tree that had lived for countless millennia was nowhere to be seen.

Only one pit remains.

A huge, deep pit.

The pit was a hundred feet in diameter and bottomless, with clean, smooth edges and swirling soil that revealed the dark red rock layers underneath.

It was as if an invisible hand reached down from the heavens, holding a giant ladle, and dug up the sycamore tree, roots and all, neatly.

The wind blew through the deep pit, making a howling sound, like the earth crying out.

Su Qing stood there dumbfounded, her fox-like eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness and playfulness, now wide open in surprise.

She rubbed her eyes, then rubbed them again.

The pit is still there.

The tree is gone.

"Where...where is my tree?"

Su Qing's voice was slightly unsteady. She turned to look at Gu Xiang, pointing to the large pit, "Such a big tree, it was just here a moment ago, how come there's only a pit left?"

Gu Xiang took a deep breath, suppressing the shock in his heart.

He jumped off the carriage and walked a few steps to the edge of the deep pit.

At the bottom of the pit, there were a few broken roots, each as thick as a bucket, with golden sap seeping from the broken ends, exuding a rich vitality.

This indicates that the tree was recently dug up.

"A divine tree of this caliber..." Gu Xiang squatted down, picking up a bit of soil, "Even a powerful expert at the Cave Profound Realm would find it incredibly difficult to cut off a single branch. Who could possess such extraordinary abilities to uproot it completely?"

Su Qing finally came to her senses.

She rushed to the edge of the pit, formed a hand seal, and a red foxfire mark lit up between her eyebrows.

"My true form! My true form is still inside!"

She closed her eyes, and her spiritual power surged forth like a tide, attempting to communicate with the physical body that shared the same origin as her.

However, when the divine thought was sent out, it was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

There seemed to be an invisible barrier in the void, completely severing the connection between her and her true form.

The feeling was as if someone had used a blunt knife to cut off her arm.

"puff!"

Su Qing swayed as if struck by lightning.

"Qing'er!"

Gu Xiang reacted quickly and caught her.

Su Qing's face was deathly pale, and she gripped Gu Xiang's sleeve tightly, her knuckles turning white.

"It's gone... I can't sense it."

She gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with shock and rage. "Someone has blocked the secrets of heaven, severing the causal link between me and my true self!"

Gu Xiang's heart sank.

In this world, besides him and the Imperial Preceptor, the only person who knows that Su Qing's true form is here is that dead ghost monk.

The monk was still lying dead in Ghost Cry Valley, the Imperial Preceptor was stationed in the capital, and he had been with Su Qing the whole time.

Who could it be?

The Supreme Forgetfulness Sect?

No, Xuan Yin is dead. How could he have the strength to cause such a commotion at Luofeng Slope?

Moreover, this method is too clean.

The removal of a sacred tree that had been rooted in the earth for thousands of years did not cause any earthquakes or landslides, and the surrounding vegetation was not even significantly affected.

This indicates that the person who made the move was far more powerful than imagined, and might even have mastered some kind of spatial supernatural power.

"Don't panic."

Gu Xiang helped Su Qing sit down, placing one hand on her back and continuously channeling his righteous energy into her to help stabilize her trembling soul.

"As long as the original body isn't destroyed, we'll definitely be able to find it."

Gu Xiang's voice was steady and powerful, exuding a reassuring strength.

He turned his head and looked at Tu Ling, who was huddled in the corner of the carriage pretending to be dead.

"Radish, come out and get to work."

Tu Ling cautiously peeked out, and when he saw the huge pit, he shuddered in fright, and the green leaves above his head wilted.

"My goodness... what kind of deity has descended to earth? They've even dug up this ancient ancestor?"

Gu Xiang ignored its nonsense, picked it up, and threw it to the edge of the pit.

"You are the spirit of the earth's veins; no change in the earth's energy within a hundred miles can escape your notice. Smell for me, listen for me, and see where this tree has gone."

Tu Ling looked distressed. "Young Master, this is a huge karmic debt! If I get involved, will it shorten my lifespan?"

"If you don't listen, I'll shorten your lifespan right now."

Gu Xiang drew his longsword half an inch from its sheath, its cold light gleaming.

Tu Ling immediately chickened out.

It lay on the ground, burying its large head deep into the soil, its two short arms inserted into the cracks in the rocks, and a faint yellowish-brown halo emanated from its body.

The wind around us seemed to have stopped.

After a long while, Tu Ling suddenly raised his head, panting heavily, as if he had just been pulled out of the water, his whole body soaked.

"How is it?" Su Qing asked anxiously.

Tu Ling wiped the mud off his face, his eyes filled with fear.

"Big sister, son-in-law, this matter... is a bit strange."

It pointed to the large pit, its voice trembling slightly.

"I heard it... it wasn't dug out, it was 'swallowed' away."

"Swallow?" Gu Xiang frowned.

"Yes, it's swallowing." Tu Ling gestured, "About a few days ago, a crack suddenly appeared in this place. It wasn't a crack in the earth, but a crack in the sky. A huge hole appeared in the sky, and something... something whose shape was indistinct, like a pocket, or like a big mouth, came out."

"That thing completely covered the tree in one gulp."

"Then, the earth's veins were severed. The tree didn't even have time to struggle before it was sucked in by that thing."

Tu Ling swallowed hard and continued, "Besides, that thing has a smell."

"What does it taste like?" Su Qing pressed.

"It wasn't demonic energy, nor was it evil energy." Tu Ling wrinkled his nose, seemingly trying to recall the feeling. "The smell was ancient, with a hint of... rust, and also a hint of incense."

"The smell of incense?"

Gu Xiang's heart stirred.

Incense offerings are a means of deity worship.

There are few sects in this world that cultivate the divine path, and those with such methods are even rarer.

"Is there anything else?" Gu Xiang asked.

Tu Ling thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh, "That's it! When that thing left, it left a trail. Although it was very faint, I could smell that it went north."

"North?"

Gu Xiang stood up and looked north.

North of the Great Zhou lies an extremely cold land, also the territory of the demon race.

But further north, beyond the territory of the demon race, lies a wasteland known as the "Land Forsaken by the Gods."

Legend has it that the ancient gods are buried there.

"The smell of rust, the smell of incense, heading north..."

Gu Xiang muttered to himself, his mind racing through the ancient books he had read.

Suddenly, he remembered a fragment of a book he had seen in the Imperial Preceptor's library.

It recorded an ancient force that had long since disappeared into the river of time—the Mountain Moving Sect.

Legend has it that in ancient times, there were cultivators who specialized in the art of moving mountains and filling seas, using heaven and earth as a furnace and mountains and rivers as the foundation of their formations. Their greatest skill was uprooting sacred mountains and blessed lands and refining them into their own magical treasures.

The most prized treasure of the Mountain Moving Sect is a quasi-emperor weapon called the "Heaven Devouring Bag".

But this sect was destroyed ten thousand years ago, so how could it suddenly reappear?

"No matter who it is, if they dare to touch my things, I'll make them pay back with interest."

Su Qing stood up and dusted herself off.

The panic on her face had faded, replaced by a chilling coldness.

That was the ferocity etched into the very bones of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

"Idiot, get in the car."

Su Qing turned and got into the carriage. "Chase them north. Since the radish can smell it, they can't have gone far. Carrying such a big tree, even the Great Sage would be exhausted."

Looking at her straight back, Gu Xiang felt a little relieved.

As long as she doesn't lose her composure, there's still hope for this.

"it is good."

Gu Xiang threw Tu Ling back into the carriage and sat back on the carriage shaft.

He took out the Crimson Lotus of Karmic Fire from his pocket. The lotus pulsated slightly in his palm, as if sensing something. The petals pointed in the direction of the north.

"It seems this isn't just aimed at you, it's aimed at me too."

Gu Xiang said in a low voice, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

The phoenix tree is the coffin of the phoenix, Su Qing is the phoenix, and he is the huang.

The person behind this has a huge appetite and wants to take everything down.

"drive!"

With a flick of the whip, the carriage turned and sped off northward.

As the wind and snow began to rise, they covered the tire tracks on the ground, but they could not conceal the overwhelming murderous intent.

His wife is gone, and even the trees have been uprooted.

This feud has become huge.

Su Mu Zhe: The Shocking Change at Luofeng Slope

The wild clouds hang low, and the wind is ominous.

Returning to this familiar place, all I saw was desolation.