Collecting the Wood and Grass Race

The great demon's mouth was clamped shut by Qing Xuan, only able to let out whimpers of terror.

Qing Xuan applied a little force to his hand, and the physical strength of his Five Revolutions of Profound Technique erupted.

The great demon couldn't even let out a scream before its head was crushed by Qing Xuan.

Its Primordial Spirit couldn't escape either.

Annihilated in both form and spirit!

The remaining lesser demons, upon witnessing this, were so terrified they lost their souls.

With startled cries, they each fled for their lives.

Qing Xuan didn't pursue them.

Or rather, these lesser demons weren't worth Qing Xuan's effort.

Walking up to the elder who had transformed from the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress, Qing Xuan waved his hand.

The Law of Wood transformed into a stream of light and entered the elder's body, healing the injuries he sustained during the earlier fight with the great demon.

As a being born from plants and trees, under the effect of the Law of Wood, the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress's injuries quickly healed. His cultivation even saw some advancement.

The elder, who had transformed from the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress, stood up and walked before Qing Xuan, bowing respectfully.

"Greetings, immortal. Thank you for saving my kin from peril."

Qing Xuan nodded and waved his hand to help the elder up.

"What happened here? Why are members of the Demon Race here?"

The elder sighed. Perhaps because Qing Xuan was a transformed Innate Spiritual Root, the Jianmu Tree, and had just saved them, the elder felt no need to guard against him and explained in detail.

"Immortal, you may not know, but the Demon Race and Zizhou Prefecture are constantly pressuring other races in the Great Desolation to join their respective factions in order to expand their influence."

"Originally, no one paid attention to our race of plant spirits. After all, we plant spirits are naturally averse to conflict, and our combat power is inferior to cultivators of the same realm."

Qing Xuan nodded. This was indeed true. Most plant spirits were transformed from Innate Spiritual Roots or spiritual herbs. It was already difficult for them to transform, and they were naturally gentle in temperament, making them poor fighters.

The elder continued.

"Both factions are powerful. Nowadays, most races in the Great Desolation that are not protected by a Quasi-Sage have already joined one of these two forces. Now they have set their sights on us plant spirits. Many races formed from plant spirits have either been forced to join or have been annihilated."

Qing Xuan listened to the elder's account, his expression unchanged, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Plant spirits were different from other races. Other races placed great importance on tribal distinctions. However, perhaps due to the difficulty of transformation, plant spirits did not have such strict divisions.

As long as they were transformed from a plant body, they could be considered the same race.

Qing Xuan's current main body was the Tongtian Jianmu, one of the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots. In a sense, he too was a transformed plant spirit.

It was natural to be angered when his own kind were persecuted like this.

"I sense that immortal, your body also faintly condenses plant essence, and you cultivate the Law of Wood. May I ask, immortal, are you also a transformed plant spirit?"

The elder asked with anticipation in his eyes.

The strength of plant spirits was truly too weak. They possessed more special abilities than combat prowess.

They desperately needed a leader to guide the plant spirits out of their predicament.

Qing Xuan nodded. Plant spirits had a sense of connection among themselves. Although the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress couldn't discern Qing Xuan's origins, he could sense that Qing Xuan was a transformed plant spirit.

Seeing Qing Xuan admit it, the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress was overjoyed. In his eyes, Qing Xuan was the most suitable leader.

Powerful and a transformed plant spirit.

The elder bowed before Qing Xuan once more.

"Please, immortal, protect us plant spirits. My Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress clan is willing to recognize you as our master. We will never betray you, we only ask for your protection."

Qing Xuan was somewhat troubled. He had just taken in the Witch Race, and now the plant spirits were coming to him.

This was far from the slacker life he had initially envisioned.

Sensing Qing Xuan's hesitation, the elder began to lament again.

"Please, immortal, take pity on us. For the sake of our shared kin, please agree to this old man's plea. It is truly difficult for plant spirits to survive in this Great Desolation!"

The elder cried with tears streaming down his face, constantly recounting the tragic plight of the plant spirits.

Plant spirits had a difficult cultivation path. Before transforming, they had to be careful not to be picked and used for alchemy. Very few managed to transform.

Qing Xuan sighed helplessly. The elder's tearful plea had indeed stirred his sympathy.

He remembered how he himself had lived in constant fear before transforming, afraid of being chopped down and made into a magical artifact.

It wasn't until the System appeared that Qing Xuan gained the confidence to survive in the Primordial World.

Qing Xuan sighed. Fine, whether it's one sheep or two, the outcome is the same. He already had the Witch Race as a major problem; could the plant spirits be any more troublesome than the Witches?

"Get up. My name is Qing Xuan, and I am a transformed Tongtian Jianmu."

"My master is Empress Nuwa of Fengqi Mountain."

"You can contact other plant spirits who are willing to accept my protection and come here."

Hearing Qing Xuan agree, the elder was ecstatic.

They were even more excited upon hearing about Qing Xuan's origins and background, realizing their Wood and Grass Race finally had a backer.

Empress Nuwa on Fengqi Mountain, she was a disciple of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, a future Sage!

After the Preaching of the Dao in Zixiao Palace concluded, the events that transpired within Zixiao Palace had already spread throughout the Great Desolation.

Among them, the most attention-grabbing were undoubtedly Hongjun accepting disciples and the divinely ordained Sages.

"My Lord, rest assured, this old servant will contact the others immediately."

The Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress treated Qing Xuan's instructions with utmost seriousness, thinking to himself that he must complete the tasks his Lord had assigned.

Qing Xuan nodded and waved his hand, setting up several formations in the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress's tribal territory.

A simplified version of the Primordial Spirit Gathering Array, a defensive formation, and a sensing barrier.

Although Qing Xuan did not major in formations, mastery in one area often led to understanding in others; he could still set up some simple formations.

Despite the formations being simple, Qing Xuan's cultivation and foundation were undeniable. Ordinary Primordial Golden Immortals would not be able to easily break through the formations Qing Xuan had laid.

After handing over the control methods for the formations to the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress, Qing Xuan left behind a sound transmission jade slip and turned to leave.

"Once you have gathered the other Wood and Grass Spirits, you may use the jade slip to send me a message."

With these words, Qing Xuan's figure had already vanished into the horizon.

The Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress bowed deeply in the direction Qing Xuan had departed.

"Farewell, my Lord!"

After leaving the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress's tribal territory, Qing Xuan once again set off towards Fengqi Mountain.

Along the way, he could see that disputes were gradually rising in the Great Desolation.

The Demon Race and the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture, the Demon Race and the Witch Race, Zizhou Prefecture and the Witch Race.

These three forces engaged in mutual skirmishes. Under Qing Xuan's direction, the Witch Race had gradually restrained themselves, leaving the Demon Race and Zizhou Prefecture to continuously clash.

Qing Xuan watched the increasingly chaotic Great Desolation and thought to himself.

It seems Di Jun and Tai Yi will soon make a move against Dong Wang Gong's Zizhou Prefecture.

Once Dong Wang Gong is taken offline, the war between the Witch Race and the Demon Race will officially begin.

The first great war between the Witches and Demons will not be far off.

The time for Master Nuwa to become a Sage is also approaching, and the Human Race will soon emerge, making the Great Desolation even more chaotic.

As Qing Xuan's thoughts wandered, he arrived at Fengqi Mountain.