High in the sky, deep within the clouds.
Zhu Xuan, abandoning his usual carefree and nonchalant demeanor, became unusually serious, his grip on the wine jug tightening slightly, as if he were seriously considering whether or not to lend a hand...
But after a long silence, he finally shook his head, picked up the wine pot, took a sip, and did not make any rash moves.
Beside him, the old man in the Taoist robe looked slightly puzzled. "I thought you would take action. With your strength, you might be able to rescue that little guy."
Zhu Xuan merely glanced at the old man, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through layers of mist and see deeper: "You little old man, of course you can't stop me, but the one behind you... is indeed a bit troublesome."
The old man in the Taoist robe fell silent upon hearing this... It seemed the other party had also sensed it.
Zhu Xuan is indeed a being standing at the pinnacle of the continent, but the Tai Xuan Dao Sect can firmly hold the position of the leader of the righteous path because its foundation is unfathomable. Naturally, the sect has an ancient foundation that can rival Zhu Xuan.
At this moment, the gloomy look on Zhu Xuan's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a meaningful chuckle. He tilted his head back and took a swig of wine, his tone becoming somewhat playful: "However, don't be too happy yet."
"Oh?" The old man in the Taoist robe raised an eyebrow.
Zhu Xuan lowered his head, his gaze seemingly able to pierce through the clouds and the earth, seeing the withered, lifeless tree that had devoured Shen Yunhao. A smile gradually spread across his lips, tinged with anticipation: "I have sensed...some interesting aura..."
"An interesting aura?"
"If he's willing to make a move... that would be the trump card in today's drama!"
...
Below, death energy surged on the surface of the massive withered tree, and violent tremors emanated from within... Clearly, Shen Yunhao, having combined his cultivation with Mo Yan's, was no pushover even in his severely injured state.
The ghostly figure atop the withered tree gave a cold laugh, appearing completely calm.
"Still trying to struggle? Even the fully-formed Demon Vine couldn't break my true form, let alone a brat like you. You're going to die today!"
The reason why Guimu is so arrogant is that he has already refined his true body into a trapping array, which not only isolates heaven and earth, but is also indestructible. Once swallowed into its inner space, it is basically impossible for an opponent of the same level to escape on their own.
Shen Yunhao might have a chance to escape by relying on Kong Huan's ability to travel through space without regard to limitations, but he had already used it once to avoid the trap he had set, and he could not use it again for a short period of time.
This period of time is the best opportunity for him to refine the demonic vine!
If he can refine Shen Yunhao along with Mo Yan within his body and absorb the essence of the demonic vine during this period, he will be extremely confident that he can break through the shackles of the late-stage Void Realm that has troubled him for many years and step into the legendary Tai Xu Realm in one fell swoop!
It's no wonder he lost his composure like that; the words "Tai Xu Realm" are the ultimate temptation that can burn away reason for any cultivator!
The struggles and resistance that could still be felt inside the dead tree are becoming increasingly faint.
Gui Mu's smugness and excitement grew even stronger; he could almost see the legendary Great Road to the Void Realm unfolding beneath his feet.
The long-held dream of nearly a thousand years is about to be fulfilled at this moment!
Unfortunately... his unrestrained and flamboyant smile did not last long.
At a certain moment, the man's maniacal laughter suddenly froze. As if sensing something incredible, he lowered his head in astonishment, his gaze fixed on a certain spot in the middle of his own tree trunk.
There, the gray-black death energy that had flowed freely, symbolizing death and decay, was now surging and churning wildly like boiling water, as if it were desperately resisting some kind of power that was born from within.
Judging from the increasingly horrified look on Guimu's face, it seemed that his all-out resistance had not had any effect!
“No… this aura is…” he murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly.
Sure enough, only a few seconds later—
"laugh!"
A faint yet soul-crushing sound emanated from inside the tree trunk.
Then, to Ghostwood's astonishment, the color of a certain spot in the middle of the originally withered and lifeless giant tree suddenly deepened, becoming extremely black, and then a cluster of flames suddenly sprang up from that black spot!
The flame was a pure, pitch-black color that seemed to devour all light. It burned quietly, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted. From a distance, it did not look like a flame, but rather like a tiny black hole the size of a thumb, constantly rotating and devouring!
Compared to this towering, withered tree, whose size rivals that of a small mountain, this wisp of black flame was as insignificant as a speck of dust, utterly unremarkable...
But the moment he saw that tiny flame burst forth from his body, Gui Mu felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His whole body trembled violently, his pupils contracted to the size of pinpoints, and boundless fear instantly overwhelmed his mind, making him terrified out of his wits.
"This...this is...the Undying Flame! Impossible! This is impossible!"
However, reality cruelly shattered his last hope.
The next moment, the seemingly weak black flame suddenly expanded and spread, like a raging tide from the depths of hell, sweeping out in an instant with the force of a wildfire!
Silent and unseen, yet possessing a terrifying power that sent shivers down one's spine, it spread wildly across the massive body of the withered tree, instantly turning it into a chilling sea of black fire!
"ah--!!!"
A bloodcurdling scream erupted, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly drawing the attention of all the onlookers hiding in the shadows.
When their gazes focused on that iconic, light-devouring sea of black fire, those who recognized its origin were all filled with extreme horror!
Even Ouyang Jingfeng could no longer maintain his composure at this moment, exclaiming in disbelief, "The Undying Flame?! Could it be... that the Demon Emperor Ye Wushang has also intervened in this matter?!"
"Gulp!"
Standing beside him, Luo Yuchen, the misty pavilion master, subconsciously swallowed, her captivating eyes widening in shock. Her already impressive chest heaved violently, outlining a series of breathtakingly exaggerated curves. "Damn it! Just who is this kid? How come so many big shots are fawning over him? Shangguan Jingming and Zhu Xuan are one thing, but even this gentleman has personally intervened?"
After saying that, she looked at Ouyang Jingfeng with a hint of lingering fear, patted her chest and said, "Luckily, we were reasonable and cared about the reputation of the righteous path, so we didn't forcibly suppress that demonic vine, otherwise... who knows how much trouble it would have caused!"
No wonder they were so shocked and disoriented.
The Demon Emperor Ye Wushang is recognized as the strongest on this continent, an absolute overlord standing at the pinnacle of cultivation!
Even he personally stepped in to help Shen Yunhao, so who would dare to provoke him?
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