"Other sects are unwilling to help, so these mortals are just a drop in the ocean."

"These flowers are truly beautiful, but it's a pity that my senior sister is devoted to the Dao and doesn't like these things. Thinking about this makes me angry. My senior sister is clearly much prettier than Ji Miaoyin, but because she spends all her time in these deep mountains and forests, she has become the most beautiful woman in the Cloud Heaven Realm..."

He only listened for a short while before leaving, afraid that the immortals would be angry.

They said she didn't like flowers, which he thought was impossible.

She clearly loved flowers; she even once wore one behind her ear.

That morning, as usual, he hung the freshly picked flower wreath outside the monks' residence, but before he could take two steps closer, a gust of wind pulled him down.

He uncontrollably collapsed to the ground.

"It's you, you ugly monster!" Ji Miaoyin couldn't help but raise her eyebrows upon seeing the person. "How dare you show your face in front of me?"

She raised her hand and made a hand seal, and he immediately stepped back.

"Ji Miaoyin, who gave you the audacity to cause trouble here?" A slightly impatient voice rang out, and Ji Miaoyin was hit by a gust of wind and took a few steps back.

"Who's causing trouble? I'd like to ask Senior Sister, instead of focusing on finding the Sacred Tree, why do you always have to mingle with mortals?"

"Heh, doesn't Senior Sister believe in karma and reincarnation?"

"The day I saw this ugly monster, he was hunting my spirit bird! He killed, and this is the consequence of his actions!"

"Isn't the spirit bird more useful than an ugly mortal like him? Even if you go and complain to the sect, I won't do anything wrong!"

In Ji Miaoyin's eyes, she had finally caught her senior sister red-handed: "You deliberately brought this ugly monster to frame me, didn't you? Senior sister, instead of going to find the Sacred Tree, you're still hiding in this village, you're also thinking... ummmmmm..."

Halfway through her sentence, Ji Miaoyin realized she had opened her mouth, and her eyes widened in anger.

"If you can't speak properly, then shut up." She gave Ji Miaoyin a cold look.

She came out of the house, picked up the wreath that had fallen to the ground, and went back to his side.

He lowered his head, his eyes filled with panic. What spirit bird… He had eaten a lot of birds. Was he wrong? Would she hate him?

“You eat birds to survive, it’s your nature, so you’re not wrong.” She seemed to see through his thoughts.

She glanced again at the fresh flowers still glistening with dew, and said, "Thank you for the wreath. It's beautiful, but I don't need it anymore."

He looked up nervously, but couldn't utter a word.

"If I can't find the sacred tree, I have to find another way." She sighed softly. "You too..." She wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.

This world is about to collapse.

Countless demons who escaped from the animal realm have taken over the human world, causing the heavens and earth to collapse and order to be disrupted. If the situation is not repaired in time, whether it is him or a cultivator, all living beings on this land will be doomed to die.

Therefore, she didn't care who Ji Miaoyin was or what she wanted to do.

Whether it's the love between men and women or the power struggles between demons and immortals, nothing matters when the world is collapsing.

"Without the sacred tree, how can I complete the Heavenly Dao?" she murmured softly.

What is the Way of Heaven?

He didn't realize that having enough to eat was the most important thing in his life.

But that face, which should have been gentle, was filled with worry, causing him to frown as well.

She left, along with all the immortal lords, because they couldn't find the sacred tree they wanted here.

He wanted to keep up, but he was just a mortal and couldn't fly.

For a long time afterward, the villagers forgot that the immortals were looking for the sacred tree, but he remembered. Every day after finishing his work, he would go up the mountain to look for seeds, and occasionally he would find some beautiful and novel flowers.

Then a drought struck, and many people starved to death.

The village chief led some farmers to steal the sweet potatoes he had grown.

He couldn't fight off so many people, his other leg was broken, and his already blurry vision was further damaged.

He died later, whether from starvation or from excessive blood loss, it is unknown.

Because his parents were both dead, he was considered an unlucky person by the villagers and could not be buried in the village. His remains were abandoned in a deserted forest three or four miles away from the village.

Later, all the villagers died, the barrier left by the monks was torn apart, and human-skinned monsters ran out from inside the barrier.

His eyes, which were not very clear before, seemed to be able to see everything clearly after death. What were clearly human figures, he saw as the faces of jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards, as if beasts had put on human skin.

His eyesight improved, and his broken leg healed, but his consciousness remained somewhat hazy. His past memories were not very important to begin with, and he forgot them over time.

But he remembered that he was looking for a tree.