Shao Gong smiled and said, "To be honest, my godfather and I have heard of this thing in many places since we started our travels. I was not sure at first, but now that I see the child and the two people just now, it should be the Soul-Severing Grass that has taken root in the ground."
Long Xun slowly said, "This thing is dangerous; we can't ignore it."
These young people were all kind-hearted and unanimously agreed with Long Xun's words. The group then arrived at the open space in the center of the village, where the black fog was thickest. There, they saw a large tree that was as thick as six people could hug, and many villagers who looked either crazy or like walking corpses were coming and going around it.
Yue Wuyi stared at the tree in astonishment and exclaimed, "This is... Soul-Severing Grass? It's not a grass at all! It's clearly a huge tree!"
The three of them were unaware, but Long Xun and Shao Gong knew that the shape of this large tree was exactly the same as the Jumu tree in Liuyue City.
The branches of the Jumu tree took root and grew into towering trees in no time, so the two of them were not surprised by their current appearance.
Suddenly, they heard a woman's cry for help. Given the current state of the village, it seemed that no one with any sense had been saved. This cry for help gave them a glimmer of hope, and they rushed over. After rescuing the woman from a group of frenzied villagers, they learned from the child named Baye that the current situation was caused by the strangely appearing tree.
After discussing for a while, the group decided to go back and damage the tree first. Long Xun and Shao Gong wanted to say that the tree was not so easy to deal with, but when they thought about how Yue Wuyi in Bo Maixing had shattered the Soul-Severing Grass with a single sword strike, they kept quiet.
Ba Ye wanted to go with them, but Long Xun coldly said, "Stay put."
Baye was stunned by him and didn't dare to make any further demands.
Xia Yize set up a barrier outside the house, and the group headed toward the demon tree that the Soul-Severing Grass had grown in the village.
Yue Wuyi assumed a fighting stance and unleashed a powerful sword strike, but he nearly stumbled, as the demonic tree managed to deflect his force.
Long Xun watched their movements quietly. When Le Wuyi unleashed his sword strike, his gaze focused on the ancient sword in Le Wuyi's hand. There was a trace of divine power sealed within the sword, which was usually undetectable when not in use, but it was quite clear when Le Wuyi swung the sword.
No wonder... This sword, of unknown origin, contains divine power, so naturally it can break through divine power and damage the demonic energy within.
If those inner demons and evil energies were not protected by the power of Shennong's divine blood, how could they be so arrogant and domineering?
Le Wuyi, having failed with his first sword strike, refused to believe it and tried again. Unexpectedly, a bolt of lightning suddenly struck down from the sky, striking right at his feet, startling the group. It was the sword spirit Yu Qi of Han Guang warning them not to act rashly.
His tone was deep and arrogant, which was quite unpleasant to listen to.
While Wenren Yu and Xia Yize were still surprised by the appearance of the sword spirit, Yu Qi turned to look at Long Xun and snorted, "Since you are traveling with them, you should let them know who you are. With your status, you are just hiding your face in front of mortals. You really don't know what you're talking about."
Shao Gong narrowed his eyes slightly, quite displeased with his criticism of his adoptive father, and his smile became meaningful: "I've heard that in ancient times, there was a celestial craftsman named Yu Qi who forged the divine sword Zhaoming for Fuxi. When the pillar of heaven collapsed, Fuxi used the divine sword Zhaoming to cut off the foot of the Xuan Turtle to forge the pillar and support the sky, but Zhaoming was destroyed in the process. Later, Yu Qi used Zhaoming as a model to create the divine sword Han Guang. When the sword was completed, cracks appeared on the blade of Han Guang, and Yu Qi, in anger, threw himself into the furnace and committed suicide... So he became the sword spirit of Han Guang."
After listening to him finish speaking, Yu Qi said, "You little rascal, you know quite a lot."
"I dare not accept such praise."
Le Wuyi was completely confused. He scratched his head in frustration and asked, "Yuqi, what are you, Shaogong, and Grandpa Long talking about? What do you mean by clone? What do you mean by the divine sword Immortal Craftsman Yuqi?"
Long Xun spoke slowly from the side, "You recognize me?"
The ancient immortal craftsman was also one of the immortals and gods, but a minor one, like someone in the logistics department. The immortals and gods all clearly saw how Long Xun used his dragon horns to support the sky; who wouldn't recognize him?
Yu Qi nodded and said, "Who among the ancient immortals and gods who experienced the mending of the heavens doesn't know the name of Zhulong?"
"W-w-what?! Mending the sky? Isn't that a myth? And Zhulong...? Did I hear that right? Grandpa Dragon...he...he is Zhulong?" Yue Wuyi could hardly believe his ears.
Long Xun remained silent for a moment, then slowly lifted his hood, revealing a hazy silver light that flowed out from beneath his black robe as he moved.
The hood was removed, revealing a face still wearing a mask, and a pair of lustrous, jade-like dragon horns on his head flew backward in an elegant arc. A golden crown bound his silver hair, leaving only a few strands at his temples and forehead, with a snow-white beard falling from the crown to his back.
Yue Wuyi and Wenren Yu were stunned by the pair of dragon horns. Xia Yize silently looked at Long Xun, his hands hanging at his sides clenching imperceptibly.
He was afraid to see Senior Long's true face again. He didn't know if he would have the self-control to keep himself from losing his composure this time, but he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Long Xun's hand, clad in black armor, had already touched the mask. He gently lifted it up, revealing first a sexy and well-defined jawline, then slightly pursed thin lips, and a high, straight nose...
Wenren Yu and Yue Wuyi unconsciously held their breath, staring blankly at Senior Long, who had already removed his mask, unable to come back to their senses.
His figure was somewhat transparent, and the hazy silver light made his skin appear even whiter. For a moment, no one could tell that his transparency was abnormal; instead, they thought it was because his skin was so good that it produced such a translucent color.
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