It grows stronger when faced with a strong opponent; even an Immortal Emperor would have to kneel be

Luo Qingcheng was pleased to hear that Chen Ping was willing to talk to her.

She immediately beamed with joy and broke into a bright smile.

"Okay, senior."

Looking at Chen Ping riding the Devouring Beast with such a majestic appearance.

Luo Qingcheng's eyes were full of longing. That was a Devouring Beast, a terrifying existence that would make even cultivators from Tiannan tremble in fear.

But in front of this senior, it can only be reduced to a mount.

Luo Qingcheng made a request to Chen Ping.

"Senior, may I choose to ride one of the Devouring Beasts?"

Chen Ping glanced at her sideways.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up."

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingcheng's face lit up with joy.

Then he looked at the group of trembling Devouring Beasts, as if the King of Hell were calling in his men.

"You're the one."

Luo Qingcheng pointed in one of the directions.

The beast that was pointed at immediately shuddered, like a deflated balloon.

Under the watchful eyes of all the Devouring Beasts, it obediently walked to Luo Qingcheng's side, looking utterly dejected.

Without saying a word, Luo Qingcheng leaped up and flipped over.

A moment later, the two figures disappeared from the spot.

The remaining group of Devouring Beasts breathed a sigh of relief, looking in the direction Chen Ping had left, still feeling lingering fear.

As a native monster of the Misty Immortal Realm, the Devouring Beast has almost no natural enemies.

They have always acted arrogantly and recklessly, without fear. Even though outsiders often descend upon the Misty Immortal Realm, they have never taken them seriously.

These cultivators were weak and were nothing more than food for the Devouring Beasts.

But today, they are afraid, truly afraid.

When they met Chen Ping, even their fierce beastly eyes became exceptionally clear and docile.

This person is simply no ordinary cultivator.

All the Fel Devourers exchanged glances; it seemed they were about to have nightmares for a long time to come.

……

In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.

Many cultivators within the Misty Immortal Realm could clearly feel that their cultivation and physique had undergone a tremendous transformation.

The spiritual energy within the fairyland is abundant and rich, even containing rare divine power of heaven and earth.

Even if everyone deliberately avoids meditation and cultivation, their cultivation levels steadily improve simply by quietly absorbing the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

Many cultivators who had not reached the ninth level of the Half-Saint realm when they first entered are now approaching the ninth level of the Half-Saint realm.

Xiao Rufeng was currently with a group of fellow disciples from the Wuji Holy Land.

His current realm has reached the seventh level of the Half-Saint realm, which even Xiao Rufeng himself found surprising.

One day of cultivation here is equivalent to a month of arduous training outside.

Behind him followed Yang Qi, the contemporary holy son of the Wuji Holy Land.

Yang Qi's gaze kept falling on Xiao Rufeng.

He wanted to see what was so special about this person in front of him.

Ever since Xiao Rufeng arrived at the Wuji Holy Land, he has stolen all the limelight from him.

Even the legendary ancestor of the sect, Gu Hao, personally came out of seclusion to show him great care and regard him highly.

Yang Qi once wanted to become Gu Hao's disciple, but Gu Hao decisively rejected him on the spot.

Yang Qi had always been puzzled. As the current Holy Son of the Wuji Holy Land, he was exceptionally gifted and had outstanding talent.

He was among the top young people in Tiannan Shenzhou, yet he was directly rejected by Gu Hao.

The group from Wuji Holy Land continued their journey, and before long, a grove of phoenix trees, even more crimson than blood, suddenly appeared ahead.

Everyone stopped in their tracks.

The tree before them was so strange; its trunk was enormous and its entire body was blood red. What shocked everyone even more was that...

The blood-red fruits that grew on the tree all had human faces on them.

Each face had a different expression; some were crying, some were angry, and some were desperate, making them extremely gruesome.

As everyone stared at the strange sycamore tree before them, a sense of foreboding washed over them, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

"Fellow disciples, what is this? Why does it look so terrifying?"

Xiao Rufeng looked at everyone and asked, his brows furrowed.

Yang Qi and the other disciples of the Wuji Holy Land had never seen this object before and were equally puzzled by it.

No one could answer the question, and the scene fell into a deathly silence.

"Wait, don't go over there, this is an evil creature."

Just then, an anxious voice came from afar, and a figure suddenly appeared.

Bai Zitian had noticed the Blood Bodhi Tree long ago. He possessed the Pure Bright Dao Body and had an innate and strong sensitivity to such Yin and evil creatures.

Moreover, he had seen records of this Blood Bodhi Tree in the ancient books of the Blood Ghost Sect.

So he immediately concealed himself and hid, intending to wait for others to come forward and investigate the strangeness of the Blood Bodhi Tree.

Unexpectedly, the person who arrived was Xiao Rufeng. Bai Zitian recognized Xiao Rufeng as Chen Ping's apprentice.

That's why he immediately appeared and spoke up to remind him.

He absolutely did not want to antagonize Chen Ping. For some reason, even after he awakened the Pure Bright Holy Body and became a prospective Holy Son of the Primordial Holy Domain, he did not feel any gap between himself and Chen Ping.

On the contrary, they felt that Chen Ping was unfathomable and unfathomable.

Perhaps it was because he had a deep connection with the Blood Emperor, and the Blood Emperor had died at the hands of Chen Ping, a shadow that had been etched into his heart ever since.

Lingering.

Bai Zitian often has midnight dreams in which he stands on the opposite side of Chen Ping and is killed by Chen Ping with a single sword.

Bai Zitian naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity to befriend Chen Ping. He would first establish a good relationship with his apprentice, and then make plans for the rest later.

He looked at Xiao Rufeng and continued to explain.

"This is a Blood Bodhi Tree that can only grow by absorbing the essence and blood of cultivators."

"Each fruit on the tree represents a wronged soul who died tragically. You can tell from the distorted expressions on their faces what kind of pain these wronged souls suffered before they died."

After hearing Bai Zitian's explanation, Xiao Rufeng and the other disciples of the Wuji Holy Land glanced at the strange fruit on the Blood Bodhi Tree and instantly felt their scalps tingle.

Each fruit corresponds to a wronged soul. With so many fruits on the tree, how could it not have claimed the lives of countless cultivators?

Those who could enter the ethereal fairyland were all geniuses, yet they all became nourishment for this Blood Bodhi Tree.

This is absolutely outrageous.

Xiao Rufeng frowned even more after hearing this.

The group had no desire to have anything to do with such sinister things, and the people from Wuji Holy Land turned around and prepared to leave.

Just then, a group of figures approached from a distance.

The leader possessed an extraordinary and noble air, wearing a jade crown and a black robe with dragon patterns, exuding an aura of majesty.

It was none other than Zhou Yuan, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The group of followers behind him were also quite powerful, and they were all his trusted subordinates.

"The Blood Bodhi is a precious treasure; it's such a pity you're leaving like this."

Zhou Yuan spoke, his tone casual, but his eyes were full of amusement.

Zhou Yuan already knew the origins of the Blood Bodhi Tree and the Blood Bodhi Fruit.

These fruits are formed from the essence and blood of cultivators and endless resentment. In the eyes of outsiders, they are extremely evil, but in his eyes, they are supreme treasures.

He cultivated the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, and his physical body exuded an aura of imperial dominance, enabling him to suppress all demons and evil spirits in the world.

Zhou Yuan was naturally not afraid of a mere few Blood Bodhi Fruits.

Bai Zitian, Xiao Rufeng, and the others were unaware of Zhou Yuan's identity.

However, Yang Qi and a group of veteran disciples of the Wuji Holy Land recognized him at a glance as Zhou Yuan, the Crown Prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

He possesses formidable strength and is a standout among the younger generation in the Southern Divine Land.

When Yang Qi and the others from the Wuji Holy Land saw Zhou Yuan appear, they didn't want to cause trouble for no reason. In any case, the Blood Bodhi was strange and evil, and they had no intention of getting involved with it.

Yang Qi immediately spoke up.

"Since Brother Zhou wants this Blood Bodhi Fruit, please feel free to take it. We'll take our leave now."

After Yang Qi finished speaking, he led Xiao Rufeng and the other disciples of the Wuji Holy Land to turn around and leave.

But at that moment, Zhou Yuan suddenly spoke up to stop him, his tone playful.

"Wait, did I give you permission to leave?"