My little sect, which disappeared a thousand years ago, has become a sacred site!

The cultivators had just reached the corpse and hadn't even had time to bend down to pick up the spatial ring when they felt this terrifying pressure. Their faces turned deathly pale, and they even had difficulty breathing.

He tried to escape, but found that his body was already bound by spiritual energy and he could not move.

Before they could even scream, the overwhelming spiritual energy crushed them instantly, killing them instantly. Their bodies fell limply to the ground, lying alongside the cultivators who had previously scrambled for the Seed of Origin.

These people were watching from the shadows, observing coldly without offering any help, simply wanting to sit back and watch the outcome unfold before reaping the benefits.

If Junan wins, they will act as if they never existed and dare not make the slightest move.

If Junan loses, they will most likely immediately jump out and double-cross them, seizing the Seed of Origin.

In Gu Changyuan's view, this kind of opportunistic and sycophantic behavior was no different from that of cultivators who directly came up to rob.

After dealing with these despicable individuals, Gu Changyuan waved his hand, and a wisp of spiritual energy swept over, collecting all the spatial rings and pouches from the corpses of all the cultivators and storing them in his own storage space.

After doing all this, he nodded in satisfaction, and with a flash, his figure disappeared into the depths of the forest.

......

On the other side, to the north of the vast forest, deep within a dense forest.

The disciples of the Holy Land pursued relentlessly and finally intercepted the Wood Spirit Deer by a stream.

The Wood Spirit Deer stood on a boulder in the middle of the stream, its emerald green body gleaming warmly in the sunlight, and the stream beneath its feet was tinged with a pale turquoise by the life force emanating from it.

However, they were not the only ones who tracked them down.

More and more cultivators gathered from all directions.

The Wood Spirit Deer looked around, its emerald green eyes reflecting the greedy faces.

It lowered its head and stomped its hooves hard on the boulder.

"boom--!"

In an instant, the earth trembled violently, centered on the Wood Spirit Deer.

Countless thick branches burst forth from the soil, like giant pythons that had been dormant for a long time suddenly awakening.

These branches spread wildly in all directions, tearing apart the ground, overturning boulders, and cutting off streams wherever they went.

They attacked all the surrounding cultivators indiscriminately, regardless of friend or foe.

a mess.

The thick branches swept across, sending several cultivators who couldn't dodge in time flying. They crashed into several large trees behind them before coming to a stop, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

The vines on the ground wrapped around the cultivator's ankles, hanging him upside down. More branches lashed out from all directions, tearing the man's skin and flesh apart.

Sharp tree roots suddenly pierced out of the ground. A cultivator had just jumped up to dodge when a tree root as thick as an arm burst out of the soil beneath his feet, grazing his cheek and taking away a piece of flesh.

The Wood Spirit Deer stands at the center of the interwoven vines and branches, with the branches piling up beneath its feet like a growing throne, lifting it higher and higher.

It looked down at the chaos below, its emerald green eyes showing no smugness, no cruelty, only a detached tranquility.

The disciples of the Holy Land immediately retreated into their formation upon the occurrence of the incident.

The disciple temporarily leading the team stood in the center of the group, his eyes quickly scanning the surrounding situation before calmly issuing instructions.

The disciples quickly adjusted their positions and cooperated seamlessly.

The group's attack was like a dense barrage of fire, cutting, shredding, and burning the incoming branches.

The broken branch lay on the ground, still wriggling slightly, but soon lost its vitality and turned into a withered yellow.

But they were too far away from the Wood Spirit Deer.

The group covered for each other and cooperated tacitly, gradually approaching the high ground where the Wood Spirit Deer was located, not giving other forces' cultivators a chance to seize the initiative.

The Wood Spirit Deer stood on high ground, looking down at everything below.

It watched the monks struggle, dodge, and fall among the branches and vines, its emerald green eyes remaining devoid of any emotion.

It gently raised its right foreleg, and new branches sprouted from the ground, surging towards the cultivators who had broken through the defenses.

Just then, its gaze suddenly turned to the southeast.

A strange light shone in the eyes of the Wood Spirit Deer.

It no longer controlled the surrounding plants, pushed off the branches with its four hooves, and sprang up, leaping towards the southeast.

The emerald green figure drew an arc in the air and landed on the canopy of a large tree dozens of feet away.

Using the momentum, it sprang up again, and after a few leaps, it disappeared into the forest.

"It's going to run! Chase it!"

The disciples of the Holy Land immediately changed direction and chased after the Wood Spirit Deer in the direction it had fled.

Seeing this, cultivators from other forces nearby abandoned their efforts to clear away the still wriggling branches and gave chase.

The emerald green figure darted swiftly through the forest, followed by a large group of cultivators.

However, no one noticed that a black figure was already waiting in the direction the Wood Spirit Deer had fled.

Gu Changyuan's clone stood on the branch of a large tree, his white mask gleaming coldly in the sunlight, and his black cloak fluttering gently in the wind.

He didn't hide his aura, but everyone present was chasing the Wood Spirit Deer, and no one looked up at him.

The Wood Spirit Deer is getting closer.

Its jumping trajectory was precisely calculated by Gu Changyuan's clone.

The next landing point was just ten feet away from his feet.

The clone moved and fell vertically from the branch.

His speed was astonishing, like a black meteor streaking across the sky.

The Wood Spirit Deer was still in mid-air, its four hooves outstretched, its body slightly leaning forward, its emerald green eyes reflecting the approaching ground.

Then, it saw the black figure.

Gu Changyuan's clone appeared where it was about to land, raised his right hand, and gently waved it.

An invisible force spread out from the palm, instantly enveloping the Wood Spirit Deer.

The Wood Spirit Deer's body suddenly froze in mid-air, and its emerald green light flickered violently a few times.

It tried to struggle, but the invisible force was too powerful for it to break free from.

Its shadow began to fade.

Emerald green light emanated from its body, like melting jade, and slowly gathered in the hand of Gu Changyuan's clone.

The Wood Spirit Deer's form grew fainter and fainter until it finally vanished completely into the air.

In the clone's palm, there was an extra emerald green crystal core.

The great way of wood is the seed of origin.

The cultivators who were chasing them stopped in their tracks the moment they saw this scene.

Everyone wore expressions of disbelief.

They had been chasing Dao Ling for so long, and were about to succeed, when a black-robed man who appeared out of nowhere intercepted them halfway.

anger.

Shock.

Resentment. Various emotions spread among the crowd. After a brief silence, members of several factions were the first to rush out.

They didn't care about anything else; they only had one thought in their minds.

Take it back! That's the seed of the Great Dao's origin; we can't let someone else take it away like this!

"stop!"

"Hand over the items!"

Several figures rushed towards Gu Changyuan's clone, unleashing their magical treasures and spells.