Jiang Wuyuan didn't think much of it upon hearing this, assuming that the Wood Spirit Clan was still wary of humans.

After all, he had just witnessed what happened; the Wood Spirit Clan living in the Xuan Shui Forest was not exactly living a good life.

He was controlling the flying sword beneath Zhuang Yaoqing's feet to get closer.

Soon, a figure in white robes darted out from the trees.

"Ouch, this branch!" Zhuang Yaoqing brushed the mess of leaves off his head. "This journey has been truly..."

"Huh? This is the Wood Spirit race? They look quite unique."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wuyuan glanced at him and said, "Be serious."

"Okay, I understand." Zhuang Yaoqing knew that he was essentially acting as their mouth double, so he turned around to face the Wood Spirit Clan and said, "Hello, friends of the Wood Spirit Clan."

"Hello." The wooden spirits were initially wary of this suddenly arriving human, but they didn't expect him to be in cahoots with the lord who had saved them, so they responded politely.

The other Wood Spirits standing behind the Wood Spirit Clan looked at each other, not quite understanding the current situation.

"We have something we'd like to discuss with King Muling," Zhuang Yaoqing said, getting straight to the point.

Mu Lingtang sighed: "Your Excellencies, it's not that I don't want you to see me, but my king... is currently sealing himself away."

Unless extremely forceful measures are used, the seal cannot be broken by outsiders.

We have tried many times over the past thousand years, but we have never been able to break this seal.

Zhuang Yaoqing frowned: "Under what circumstances would someone self-seal?"

“We’ve encountered an extremely dangerous situation,” Mu Lingtang said helplessly. “The group of people that this sword cultivator just stopped came from Chaofeng Pavilion. Chaofeng Pavilion heard about our king’s abilities and wanted to forcibly abduct him, but our king naturally refused.”

In the stalemate, they had no choice but to forcibly seal themselves off.

After sealing himself away, my king's body would instantly return to the altar of my Wood Spirit Clan. That's why the people of Phoenix Pavilion couldn't find my king and retreated.

Jiang Wuyuan and Zhuang Yaoqing exchanged a glance: "You just said that the outside world can break the seal, why don't we give it a try?"

“It’s not that I don’t trust you two, but…” Mu Lingtang paused slightly, “it’s that only Grandmasters and above have the potential to break this seal.”

Although this swordsman's strength is astonishing, he is still far inferior to a Grandmaster.

Jiang Wuyuan was naturally aware of the gap between himself and a Grandmaster.

If even a grandmaster is so difficult to withstand, then a great grandmaster is even more vulnerable.

Is there really no other way?

"Can't this seal break on its own from the inside?" Zhuang Yaoqing asked.

"It is possible. However, within the past thousand years, our king has never taken the initiative to break the seal."

Jiang Wuyuan pondered for a moment.

“I can try my best,” he said earnestly after a long pause.

Mu Lingtang's eyes widened slightly, her brown pupils reflecting the boy in front of her.

Perhaps it was because Jiang Wuyuan's attitude was too indifferent that Mu Lingtang couldn't say anything to tell him not to overestimate himself.

"In that case, why don't you give it a try?"

It heard itself say that.

The Wood Spirits have been without their king for a thousand years.

They also hoped that their king would appear and lead them to continue living on this continent.

——

The Wood Spirit Clan's altar is located in a very mysterious place.

From the air, it looks like a hilly area.

Upon closer inspection, it is indeed a real mountain peak.

However, when Mu Lingtang reached the foot of the mountain and raised his hand to form a hand seal, the scenery in front of him suddenly changed.

The towering mountains that seemed to pierce the clouds have been transformed into a flat plain riddled with jagged rocks.

Dozens of pillars surround a huge disc, above which floats a ball of crystal-clear light.

Simple and solemn.

Jiang Wuyuan even saw a stone statue carved from bluestone at the very front of the altar.

I don't know who it is, but it's probably an ancestor of the Wood Spirit Clan.

"This is a kind of illusion spell." Mu Lingtang smiled and led Jiang Wuyuan and Zhuang Yaoqing inside until they were in front of the ball of light.

From a distance, it wasn't noticeable, but upon closer inspection, it became apparent that the ball of light was as tall as three people, with branches and leaves visible within, exuding vitality.

"If we couldn't barely observe our king's condition from the outside, we would have even thought..." The Wood Spirit didn't finish its sentence. Finally, it cupped its hands to Jiang Wuyuan, "If you can truly help my Wood Spirit Clan awaken our king, from now on, you will be an honored guest of the Wood Spirit Clan."

If you require assistance, we will be happy to help.

Jiang Wuyuan raised his hand to interrupt it: "Let's not talk about empty talk, let's get them out first."

Mu Lingtang mumbled and shut her mouth.

"Are you confident?" Zhuang Yaoqing leaned closer and asked softly.

Jiang Wuyuan shook his head: "It's hard to say."

In fact, Jiang Wuyuan was not afraid of his own lack of strength, after all, the small sword given to him by Nian Qingfeng and the array plate given to him by Feng Zhang were both on his person.

However, if possible, he still doesn't want to use these two last cards.

"You all step back a bit."

Mu Lingtang and Zhuang Yaoqing quickly retreated.

Jiang Wuyuan raised the Devouring Star, and his powerful blood and qi erupted, forming a visible wave of energy.

War Cry!

boom--

His aura surged even higher in an instant.

Extremely strong energy gathered in the air, and Jiang Wuyuan took the opportunity to unleash the buzzing Star Devourer in his hand.

Wind, Splendor!

In an instant, a divine being descended.

Where had Mu Lingtang ever seen such swordsmanship?

It gazed at the deity with wide eyes in amazement, but abruptly withdrew its gaze when the deity opened its eyes.

—It is not to be looked at directly.

This is the majesty of the gods.

The golden phantom followed Jiang Wuyuan's movements, swinging its sword and unleashing a torrent of intense energy upon the Wood Spirit King's seal.

A moment passed, and the seal remained unmoved.

After two breaths, the seal barely gave a response, and faint ripples appeared on its surface.

Three breaths—

A small Bagua disc suddenly flew over and landed on the hard and thick seal along with Jiang Wuyuan's attack.

boom!

The seal will shatter in an instant.