Stone Fairy!

After learning the whole story, Daozhen and Xie Ning fell silent.

To be honest, this is not a good thing to comment on.

The village of Yushu was once burned, looted, and ravaged, leaving no trace of its inhabitants.

As the sole survivor of that disaster, or rather, the only one who remembered everything, Yu Ling sought revenge against the bandits.

Those who commit murder should be killed by others; it is a matter of course and there is nothing wrong with it.

But there is one thing that is difficult to define.

Yu Ling is not human, but a demon.

A tree spirit spent nearly a hundred years trapping the souls and flesh of those mountain bandits on this land, forcing them to multiply and repay the debt.

Were those people kneeling on the ground, trembling, really the bandits from back then?

The sins of their ancestors flowed in their blood, but what had they done themselves?

Are the descendants of sinners necessarily sinners?

And at this moment,

Green threads appeared on the bodies of the villagers who were kneeling on the ground, fluttering gently in the night breeze.

They extend from each person's body and converge towards that big elm tree.

The green threads shimmered with an eerie light in the night, like a giant spider web enveloping the entire village.

Xie Ning wanted to step forward, but Dao Zhen stopped him.

"it's useless."

"Too much time has passed."

"These people's lives are already tied to this big elm tree," Daozhen said slowly. "Even if we deal with this elm tree, these people will not survive."

"Forcibly severing those threads will only hasten their death."

Xie Ning's hand froze in mid-air as he looked at the people kneeling on the ground, whose faces were now expressionless.

They remained completely still, their foreheads pressed to the ground, in a kneeling posture, like marionettes.

"What should we do then?" Xie Ning's voice was a little hoarse, and his fingers gripping the gun turned slightly white.

She had seen demons and killed evil spirits, but she had never experienced a scene like this before. She didn't know who to save or how to save them.

For the first time, she felt so powerless.

"Let's wait and see how things develop," Daozhen sighed softly.

No one can reverse life and death.

Yu Ling stood in front of the big elm tree, her small figure enveloped in green light.

He glanced at Daozhen and Xie Ning, and seeing that they didn't intend to continue interfering, he looked away.

Yu Ling raised her hand and gently waved it, drawing out the life essence from those kneeling on the ground.

The villagers kneeling on the ground gradually turned into skin and bones, mummified corpses, within the green silk threads.

Then, with a soft "poof," one after another they turned into ashes, falling silently to the ground and mixing with the soil.

On the open ground, the ashes swirled and drifted in the night wind, like a silent snowfall.

And those green threads, after absorbing the life essence of the villagers, became brighter and brighter.

The once dull emerald green is now vibrant and juicy, each strand brimming with an intense, irresistible vitality.

The silk thread slowly contracted and disappeared completely into the trunk of the elm tree.

At the same time, the big elm tree retracted its fierce posture and returned to its original state, lush and green, with branches full of elm seeds.

The big elm tree swayed continuously, and elm seeds fluttered down from the sky, shimmering with a greenish light.

The emerald-green elm seeds disappeared one by one into the illusory images.

The figures, whose faces were originally blurry, gradually became clear. They stood quietly in the night wind, under the big elm tree.

Yu Ling stood under the tree, looking up at the gradually solidifying figures, a smile appearing on her face.

But its form is becoming faint.

Yu Ling didn't pay attention to his own changes; he just looked up at those familiar faces.

"wait for me……"

Suddenly, Yu Ling raised her hands, spread her fingers, and pressed them lightly against the large elm tree.

In that instant, the entire elm tree suddenly glowed.

Emerald green light shot up from the tree trunk, shooting straight into the night sky and turning half of the sky into a jade-like color.

Yu Ling's body floated up, chanting scriptures. The syllables were ancient and obscure, carrying a desolate and distant atmosphere.

As Yu Ling chanted, golden ancient seal characters appeared in the void.

Those ancient seal script characters vary in size and shape, some resembling the footprints of birds and beasts, others the veins of mountains and rivers, and still others the trajectories of stars.

The ancient seal script slowly rotated in the night sky, radiating a warm and solemn golden light, carrying a sense of sacredness that could not be profaned.

"Fall!" Yu Ling shouted.

The elm seeds, fluttering in the air, responded to the sound and all rushed towards the figures.

The figures were becoming more and more realistic.

At this moment, the already gloomy sky became even more gloomy, as if it had turned completely black.

"Boom!"

Lightning streaked across the sky, and its momentum seemed to be growing stronger.

"Divine punishment?" Xie Ning sensed a destructive intent within the heavenly lightning.

She couldn't help but recall the ancient texts that said defying the will of Heaven would inevitably come at a price.

Daozhen and Xie Ning involuntarily took a step back.

As Yu Ling watched the increasingly intense thunderclouds, her face grew anxious.

"Condense for me!" Yu Ling's body became increasingly ethereal.

"Boom!"

A bolt of purple lightning shot straight up and struck the large elm tree precisely.

The green light on the elm tree dimmed considerably in an instant.

Yu Ling roared at the sky, "You damned heavens, you didn't show up when the people of my Yushu Village were slaughtered!"

"And what right do you have to come here now?!"

"Almost there!" Yu Ling's entire body was so faint that it could no longer be seen.

Finally, the last syllable was recited.

Looking at the golden ancient seal script that intertwined in the sky, exuding an inexplicable majesty.

Yu Ling breathed a sigh of relief. It looked at the lifelike villagers of Yushu Village and could even see the smiles on their faces.

"That's so nice..." Yu Ling's voice was very soft, as if it came from a very, very far place.

"You're all back."

Yu Ling's lips curved into a childlike, innocent smile.

Next second,

"boom!"

The entire elm tree exploded, flames soared, and the elm spirit vanished amidst the lightning.

Daozhen and Xie Ning watched the whole process quietly from a distance.

The firelight cast flickering shadows on Xie Ning's face, making her profile appear both bright and dark. Her hand, gripping the spear, hung limply at her side, her knuckles white, her lips pressed tightly together, unable to utter a single word.

A faint, almost imperceptible sigh drifted by.

The villagers who were "resurrected" slowly dissipated into a shower of light.

Suddenly, a light drizzle began to fall, landing on the burning elm tree.

It turned into a charred tree.

The wind rushed in from the mountain pass, passed through the empty center of the village, through the charred tree stump, through the open space where people had once knelt, and disappeared into the heavy darkness of the sky.

Elm Tree Village is quiet again.

......

Elm trees are considered the wood of Yin, gathering Yin energy. They were worshipped by the villagers after they died at the hands of mountain bandits. One of them, having gained a glimmer of spiritual light, transformed into a demon and attempted to defy fate and be resurrected. However, his virtue was insufficient, and Heaven did not allow it, so he failed and died.