(This chapter is about human characters)
"Are there still conscious humans?" Ling Xiao, his back to the firelight, looked at the family of three from afar. With a slight raise of his eyebrows, three green beams shot out from his fingertips and flew directly towards the three of them.
The three people who were fleeing in a panic suddenly felt a chill on their backs, followed by an incredibly comfortable warm current that spread from their hearts throughout their bodies.
The saintess stared in surprise as the red petal disappeared from her palm.
"Mom! The mark is gone! The mark is gone!" Anya and her husband immediately looked over and saw that the mark on their daughter's palm had disappeared. They were overjoyed and stretched out their arms, and their marks were gone too!
The three people who were freed from control burst into tears of joy.
Ling Xiao erased the marks on their bodies and restored the life force that had been plundered from them, so that they would be no different from others.
When Ling Xiao inspected the sanctuary, he frowned, sighed slightly, and then waved his hand to send the flames away.
Those people were already puppets, and even her use of the life force and spiritual power of the mutated banyan tree could not restore them.
The collapse of the mutated banyan tree caused great chaos. In a corner of the city, six ashen figures watched the flames with glee.
"Big brother, is it that strange tree that's had bad luck?" a skinny boy asked uncertainly.
The superhuman, addressed as "Big Brother," exclaimed excitedly, "Let's go!"
The scent of that banyan tree is gone!
Whatever the circumstances, now is their best chance to leave this ruined city!
Ling Xiao was quite surprised to see these six people; it was surprising that some of them could resist being misled.
Ling Xiao did not appear. She sent out six beams of green light and then turned around to search the city carefully.
She understood the principle that "wildfire cannot burn it all, the spring breeze will bring it back to life."
She won't leave until the roots of the mutated banyan tree are completely dug up and killed.
Hundreds of meters below, several broken roots were desperately burrowing into the ground. These were the roots of the mutated banyan tree. Although the mutated banyan tree had almost lost all self-awareness and instincts due to the mutation, its survival instinct still existed. Under Ling Xiao's ruthless and decisive attack, it instantly severed the roots at the bottom.
As long as one of these roots manages to escape the trumpet creeper's search, it will eventually grow back. Although this process will inevitably be very long, for a plant without consciousness, years and time are but a blink of an eye.
Although the mutated banyan tree had many roots that managed to escape, it still couldn't escape Lingxiao's search. A massive amount of spiritual power covered the ground, instantly exposing the hidden roots.
In an instant, tree roots were extracted and ignited the moment they fell into Ling Xiao's palm, then quickly turned to ash and vanished into thin air.
The little white bird flew around the trumpet creeper, chirping as it looked at the burned tree roots, seemingly cursing something.
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In the west, somewhere in the mountains, two angels flew swiftly through the air before landing at the foot of the mountain.
“Spirit veins…” Radem looked at the mountain, his eyes filled with excitement.
This is the largest and most powerful spiritual vein in the West, where their race once made their home and continued to grow stronger.
If it weren't for that incident, it should have been born here, instead of being trapped in that narrow, secret realm and forced to endure constant slumber!
"The spiritual veins... haven't recovered yet." Haiweier opened her eyes, her face filled with sadness.
Thousands of years have passed, and their spiritual veins have only recovered to half their original state.
"Why did the Lord do that back then..." Haiweier was puzzled. She couldn't understand why the Lord would break the agreement and make that decision, even going so far as to exploit the spiritual veins that provided her with a means of survival, almost causing the spiritual veins to dry up.
Radem looked puzzled, but it didn't think about why. Its eyes were filled with longing; it wanted to restore that glory!
It was not born in the most glorious era of the tribe, but now it has the opportunity to restore the tribe's strength!
"Havie, I want to go to the East." Lost in thought, Havie turned around abruptly, her white wings swooping down onto Radham's neck.
Hevil looked at it with a warning: "Radem, you have no right to act on your own."
If Radem hadn't been the one leading the way, they would never have let this guy out!
Radham's face paled, its eyes filled with anger, but faced with Hevil's sharp and cold gaze, it had no choice but to lower its head.
"I'm sorry, I'm well aware of my mission." This trip is led by Hevil, and it can only cooperate; it has no right to act.
Now that they have left the secret realm, Radham has considered turning the tables, but unfortunately, his strength does not allow it.
Although Hevil is a female angel, the angel race is different from humans; female angels are often more gifted than male angels.
Havil's level and power were above Radum's, and Radum had no ability to resist at all.
Seeing Radham back down, Hevil's wings finally came back, the pure white feathers carrying a faint spiritual light.
A thin blue line of blood ran down Radham’s neck. Had it made the slightest move to resist, Havil would have killed it!
The thought of this possibility filled Radham with rage, and he was also filled with fear and dread.
Before Radham could think any further, a sharp pain instantly made him grimace.
It was Hevil who plucked a feather from Radham's wing.
"Haviel!" Having a feather forcibly removed, especially an inner wing feather, would not damage the wing, but it would cause the angel considerable pain. Radham was instantly enraged.
“Hmm.” Hevil looked at the feather between her fingers casually. “Radem, go find the humans and bring them back. We must rebuild our sacred land.”
Upon hearing this, Radham paused, then gave Hevil a deep look before spreading his wings and flying away.
As long as one can act alone, the hatred of having one's feathers plucked can be temporarily set aside!
Heviel watched Radham leave with a mocking look in her eyes, but she carefully put away the feather between her fingers. This was a valuable item that could accurately locate Radham, and she couldn't afford to lose it.
Radham naturally knew the purpose of the feather, but there was nothing he could do; neither reason nor strength allowed him to take it back.
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In the north, amidst ice and snow, a snow-white figure floats above a glacier. It resembles a human but is not human; it is Ice and Snow, the current chieftain of the Elf race, one of the Spirit Races.
Unlike other temples, it only allows one person to travel at a time. Its race consists of only three members, the other two being an old man and a young boy, who are not allowed to venture out.
Although Lingxiao, the angel, and the Taoist brother all appeared in pairs, in reality, most temples can only send one person at a time. It's not that they can't send two people, but rather that their lineages have mostly died out and are nearly extinct.
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