The great demon's mouth was clamped shut by Qingxuan, and it could only let out terrified whimpers.
Qingxuan applied a little force with his hand, and the physical power of the Five Revolutions of Profound Technique erupted with a boom.
The great demon could not even let out a full scream before Qingxuan crushed its head.
Its Primordial Spirit failed to escape as well.
Body and soul were utterly destroyed!
The remaining minor demons were so terrified by this sight that their three souls and seven spirits nearly left them.
With a strange shriek, they each fled for their lives.
Qingxuan did not slaughter them all.
Or rather, those minor demons were not worth Qingxuan's effort.
Walking up to the old man transformed from the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress, Qingxuan waved his hand.
The Law of Wood turned into flowing light and entered the old man's body, repairing the injuries he had suffered while fighting the great demon.
Because he was a plant spirit who had transformed, under the effect of the Law of Wood, the injuries sustained by the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress were quickly healed. Even his cultivation advanced somewhat.
The old man transformed from the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress rose to his feet, walked before Qingxuan, and respectfully bowed down.
"Greetings, High Immortal. Thank you for saving my race from peril."
Qingxuan nodded and waved his hand, helping the old man up.
"What happened? Why did the demon race appear here?"
The old man sighed. Perhaps because Qingxuan had transformed from the Innate Spiritual Root Jianmu and had just saved their entire race, the old man had no defenses against him and began explaining in detail.
"High Immortal, you may not know this, but the demon race and Zizhou Prefecture have been constantly forcing various races in the Primordial World to join their respective factions in order to expand their power."
"Originally, no one paid attention to our race of plant spirits. After all, we plant spirits naturally dislike fighting, and our battle prowess is inferior to cultivators of the same realm."
Qingxuan nodded. That was indeed the truth. Most plant spirits had transformed from Innate Spiritual Roots or Spiritual Grass. They already found transforming extremely difficult, and their naturally gentle temperaments made them poor at fighting.
The old man continued.
"Both sides have grown powerful. Nowadays, among the various races of the Primordial World, basically every race without a Quasi-Sage guarding it has joined one of these two factions. Now they have turned their sights on those of us who belong to the plant spirits. Many races formed by plant spirits have either been forced to join or been exterminated."
As Qingxuan listened to the old man's account, his expression remained unchanged, but a cold glint flashed through his eyes.
Plant spirits were different from other races. Other races placed great importance on distinctions between clans, but perhaps because transforming was so difficult for plant spirits, they did not draw such strict lines between groups.
As long as one had transformed from a plant, they could be considered part of the same race.
Qingxuan's true form in this life was the Innate Spiritual Root Tongtian Jianmu. Strictly speaking, he too had transformed from a plant spirit.
Seeing his fellow race suffer such persecution inevitably angered him.
"Looking at you, High Immortal, I can sense that the essence of plants and trees is faintly gathered around you, and you have also cultivated the Law of Wood. May I ask, High Immortal, are you also a plant spirit who has transformed?"
The old man asked with anticipation in his eyes.
Plant spirits were simply too weak. They possessed more special abilities than combat prowess.
They desperately needed someone who could lead plant spirits out of their predicament.
Qingxuan nodded. Plant spirits could sense one another. Although the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress could not see Qingxuan's origin, it was still capable of sensing whether Qingxuan had transformed from a plant spirit.
When the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress saw Qingxuan admit it, he was overjoyed. In his eyes, Qingxuan was the most suitable standard-bearer.
He was powerful and had transformed from a plant spirit.
The old man bowed before Qingxuan once more.
"Please, High Immortal, shelter us plant spirits. My Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress clan is willing to acknowledge you as our master. We will never betray you. We only ask that our lord protect us."
Qingxuan felt somewhat troubled. He had just taken charge of the Witch Race, and now the plant spirits had come as well.
This was quite far from the carefree life he had originally envisioned.
Seeing Qingxuan hesitate, the old man immediately began lamenting their misery again.
"Please, High Immortal, take pity on us. For the sake of our shared race, please agree to this old man's request. Plant spirits truly find it unbearably difficult to survive in this Primordial World!"
The old man wept and pleaded incessantly, recounting the tragic state of the Wood and Grass Race.
Plant spirits cultivated with great difficulty. Before transforming, they had to be careful not to be picked and refined into medicine. Very few managed to transform at all.
Qingxuan was helpless. The old man's pleas had indeed stirred his compassion.
He thought of how he too had lived in constant fear before transforming, terrified that someone would chop him down and refine him into a magical treasure.
Only after the system appeared had Qingxuan gained the confidence to survive in the Primordial World.
Qingxuan sighed. Forget it. Herding one sheep was herding, and herding two sheep was also herding. He already had the major nuisance of the Witch Race. Could the plant spirits really be more troublesome than the Witch Race?
"Rise. My name is Qingxuan, and I transformed from Tongtian Jianmu."
"My master is Empress Nuwa of Fengqi Mountain."
"You may contact any other plant spirits willing to accept my protection and have them come here."
Upon hearing that Qingxuan had agreed, the old man was overjoyed.
When he heard Qingxuan's origin and background, he became even more excited. The Wood and Grass Race finally had a backer as well.
Empress Nuwa of Fengqi Mountain was a disciple of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun and a future Sage.
After the preaching at Zixiao Palace ended, what had happened in Zixiao Palace had already spread throughout the Primordial World.
The most eye-catching matters were none other than Hongjun accepting disciples and the Heaven-appointed Sages.
"Rest assured, my lord. This old man will contact the others immediately."
The Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress took Qingxuan's instructions extremely seriously. Inwardly, he thought that he absolutely had to accomplish the task his lord had assigned him.
Qingxuan nodded and waved his hand, laying down several arrays in the territory of the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress clan.
A simplified version of the Primordial Spirit Gathering Array, a defensive array, and a sensory barrier.
Although Qingxuan did not primarily cultivate the Dao of Arrays, understanding one method meant understanding all methods. He could still set up some simple arrays.
The arrays were simple, but Qingxuan's cultivation and foundation were formidable. Even an ordinary Primordial Origin Golden Immortal could not easily break the arrays Qingxuan had set up.
After teaching the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress how to control the arrays, Qingxuan left behind a sound-transmission jade slip and turned to leave.
"Once you have gathered the other plant spirits, use the jade slip to send me a message."
After leaving those words behind, Qingxuan's figure had already vanished into the horizon.
The Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress bowed respectfully toward the direction in which Qingxuan had left.
"Farewell, my lord!"
After leaving the territory of the Ten Thousand Year Green Cypress, Qingxuan once again set out toward Fengqi Mountain.
Along the way, he could see disputes gradually arising throughout the Primordial World.
The demon race and the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture, the demon race and the Witch Race, and Zizhou Prefecture and the Witch Race.
The three factions clashed with one another repeatedly. Under Qingxuan's instructions, the Witch Race had gradually restrained itself, leaving the demon race and Zizhou Prefecture to fight fiercely.
Looking at the increasingly chaotic Primordial World, Qingxuan thought to himself.
It seemed Di Jun and Tai Yi would soon make their move against Dong Wang Gong's Zizhou Prefecture.
Once Dong Wang Gong was out of the picture, the war between the Witch Race and the demon race would officially begin.
The First War between the Witches and Demons was not far away.
The time for his master Nuwa to become a Sage had also arrived. The Human Race was about to emerge, and the Primordial World would become even more chaotic then.
Just as Qingxuan's thoughts began to wander, he arrived at Fengqi Mountain.
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