"Naturally, we go to the Earth's core."
"Only the mother tree needs to be replaced, and then our mission will be complete."
After saying this, Zhenru turned around with some disdain and looked at the distance behind her, mockingly saying:
"What a pity, at this juncture, there are still people who think they can stop me?"
After saying that, without Zhenru making any move, suddenly a tall mountain rose up in front of the group of people who were chasing after them, and thunder roared down from the sky.
For mortals, who are supposed to be all-powerful, there is no way they can cross that low mountain or withstand that not-so-thick thunderbolt.
The replacement of the mother tree is indeed still one step away, but the fusion of the two realms has been completed, and the control of the new Sun Realm is naturally in Zhenru's hands.
Without even glancing at their futile struggles, it would have been as if I had led them into the Earth's core.
"Only the final step of replacing the mother tree remains, and the Sun Realm will be reborn, allowing everyone to cultivate and ascend smoothly."
With things having reached their final stage, there was nothing more to say. Everyone followed Zhenru's instructions and poured the concentrated power of the mother tree into the trunk of the little Fusang divine tree.
Watching the little hibiscus tree grow taller and taller from a small tree with only a few golden edges, its leaves turning golden one by one, until only the trunk remained.
After absorbing the last bit of power, the Little Fusang Divine Tree successfully replaced the previous mother tree and took root in the Earth's core.
The previously consumed core energy has condensed back into a sphere, firmly protecting the mother tree within it.
The little Fusang sacred tree has not yet fully grown, but it is full of vitality. Its companion spirits protect it, and the earth's core energy helps it provide energy to the entire realm.
At this moment, the Sun Realm was completely reborn.
The newly reborn Sun Realm is undergoing tremendous changes. The desolation has vanished, and new spiritual beings are emerging. Although they are not very powerful, they are full of vitality.
Those who helped accomplish all of this were bathed in a golden light.
It's just that some people have a thicker consistency, while others have a thinner one.
Some people ascend to immortality, while others know that disaster is imminent.
"Hmph! Do with me as you please!"
"A traitor who doesn't respect his elders and colludes with outsiders!"
The ancestors were forced to stand before Zhenru, and most of them remained silent. Only a few who were still angry continued to curse and swear.
In the past, Zhenru would have felt a surge of murderous intent towards these people.
But now, seeing them standing right in front of her, and knowing that they couldn't even stand up if they wanted to, she suddenly felt it was all meaningless.
With this thought in mind, a hint of weariness appeared on his face, and his voice carried a faint trace of impatience.
“You are indeed meat on the chopping block, at my mercy to mold you into whatever shape I want.”
"As for what I am, that's not for you to decide."
After saying this, without waiting for the other party to reply or say anything, Zhenru suddenly reached out and waved her hand across in front of the group, saying casually:
"Since you desire ascension so much, I will grant you the privilege of never being able to ascend, and that you shall live as mortals for a very long time."
A single sentence can decide life or death.
It was clearly a way out, but the person who was scratched by the finger looked worse than a dead person.
They could clearly feel the loss of power within their bodies, and their insights into the Dao and their cultivation experiences seemed to have vanished without a trace, as if they had never existed.
Only their physical functions showed no signs of decline, and of course, they no longer had the strength to do anything.
After announcing their fates, Zhenru had no time to appreciate their dramatic expressions, because she had more to do.
The first thing to do is to thank the Spirit Realm for its help, let Xiao Jiao send the person back to the Spirit Realm first, and promise to go to the Spirit Realm after finishing things here.
After seeing off the people from the Spirit Realm, Zhenru bid farewell to his companions, Chunyu Changfeng, Wenxi Daojun, and others.
It's not that Zhenru is about to ascend, but rather that there isn't much time left, and she needs to set aside most of that time to help the Solid Spirit Realm cultivate the Mother Tree.
Zhenru estimated the time and figured that she should leave the lower realm once the mother tree could be successfully transplanted. Fearing that there wouldn't be enough time, she said goodbye to everyone in advance.
As they were about to cross the boundary, Venerable Xian'en looked at Zhenru as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, so Zhenru stopped in his tracks.
Seeing this, the people who came to see him off stopped exchanging pleasantries with Zhenru and left discreetly.
Upon seeing this, Venerable Xian'en walked up to Zhenru and solemnly bowed to him.
Zhenru assumed the other party was apologizing for the matter of repairing the Sun Realm, and didn't take it too seriously, saying:
Why bother?
To everyone's surprise, Venerable Xian'en shook his head and solemnly said:
"I am not apologizing, but thanking you. If it weren't for you, Wuchen's cultivation in this life would probably still be difficult to achieve perfection."
Hearing this, and recalling Wuchen's condition when the light of merit descended, Zhenru understood and smiled slightly:
"It can be considered a mutual benefit. Wuchen saved my life, and I helped him achieve his goal. It's only right."
Having said that, without waiting for Venerable Xian'en to recount any past events or investigate his identity, he stepped into the vast void and headed towards the Solid Spirit Realm.
...
Indeed, Zhenru did not have much time left. After staying in the Solid Spirit Realm for less than three months, she felt that she could no longer suppress her own energy and could no longer stay in the lower realm.
Taking out the still-weak seedling, Zhenru smiled apologetically and handed it to the patriarch of the Qingxuan Dao Sect, saying:
"I'm so sorry, I wanted to nurture it until it was stronger before giving it to you, but there really wasn't enough time."
The patriarch of the Qingxuan Dao Sect was not disappointed at all; he was very satisfied, even delighted, and said:
"Fellow Daoist Zhenru, there's no need to apologize. This is already much better than I expected. Thank you so much!"
If Zhenru wanted to say that this was a pre-arranged deal and there was no need for such thanks, then the Qingxuan Dao Sect patriarch, having finished speaking, put away the seedlings and took out a box, handing it to Zhenru, saying:
"Please accept this, Fellow Daoist Zhenru. It's not much of a thank-you gift, but it should be considered a return to its rightful owner."
Just as the hand that was pushing away paused upon hearing the words "return to its rightful owner," it changed its refusal to acceptance.
Upon opening the box, a gleaming golden key lay quietly at the bottom. The moment Zhenru saw the key, she felt her blood surge and a faint calling came from the depths of her heart.
She knew that this was a call from the Golden Crow God Clan, a summons of her bloodline, and also a reminder that her mission in the lower realm was complete, and it was time to fulfill the responsibilities that came with obtaining the Golden Crow bloodline.
Without further delay, Zhenru bid farewell to the people of Qingxuan Dao Sect and returned to Yaori Realm to ascend, preparing to begin her wonderful life in the Immortal Spirit Realm.
At the same time that Zhenru ascended to heaven, Qiu Zhengping, who was in some unknown realm, felt the pull from his soul and followed suit and ascended to heaven as well.
With followers come pursuers.
Those who had searched everywhere for Zhenru but failed to find her, and who had missed her time and time again, finally clearly sensed the aura of the Golden Crow bloodline the moment Zhenru ascended. They all mobilized, wanting to capture her completely the moment she ascended.
Aside from the restless Immortal Realm, deep within the once turbulent void, in the dark palaces, on the cold altar shaped like a black flame, a roar of a trapped beast echoed before silence fell.
Instead, the beautiful head, now known as the master, took complete control of the body and opened its eyes with delight.
"I knew I hadn't chosen the wrong person!"
"Little one, let's wait and see what exciting things are to come in your life!"
After saying that, the beautiful woman closed her eyes again and slowly disappeared into darkness.
—The End—
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