Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, the Witch Clan's Momentum Was Unstoppable
Ling Xiao did not refuse Zhenyuanzi's kind offer, accepted the Ginseng Fruit, and then asked.
Upon hearing this, Zhenyuanzi paused for a moment, then slowly said, "I haven't decided yet. I can only carry the Ginseng Fruit Tree with me for now and wait for a suitable opportunity."
The current situation is that there isn't much time for him to think things through; the Ancestral Witch are about to come knocking on our door.
Referring to the destroyed Bodhi Tree on Mount Sumeru, Zhenyuanzi felt that they should not harbor any illusions.
Those Ancestral Witch cannot be reasoned with using common sense; they wouldn't cherish something just because it's an innate spiritual root.
Ling Xiao nodded, then said, "Why don't we move to Three Immortal Islands?"
Three Immortal Islands?
Zhenyuanzi's eyes flickered, but before he could speak, Hong Yun spoke first.
"Excellent! I couldn't be happier, fellow Daoist! The Ginseng Fruit Tree would definitely love such a treasure as the Three Immortal Islands!"
He exclaimed with delight, making the decision so readily, as if the Ginseng Fruit Tree were his own.
"I..." Zhenyuanzi hesitated, then reluctantly agreed, feeling that it was somewhat hasty.
Ling Xiao didn't say much. With a thought, the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil appeared in his hand and he tossed it to Zhenyuanzi.
"There are three fairies on the island who help me manage the Three Immortal Islands. After you go there, let them know."
He offered a word of caution to avoid any unnecessary trouble or conflict.
"Ling Xiao very much, Fellow Daoist Lingxiao. I will surely repay this kindness in the future!" Zhenyuanzi said in a deep voice, his face full of sincerity, moved by Ling Xiao's thoughtfulness.
Such a good fellow Daoist is truly rare.
"No need to be polite, go ahead if there's nothing else," Ling Xiao said with a smile.
"Then we're off!" Hong Yun said, pulling her friend along and waving goodbye to Ling Xiao.
After watching the two leave, Ling Xiao withdrew his gaze and entered a meditative state.
Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun, carrying the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, rushed back to Wuzhuang Temple, uprooted the Ginseng Fruit Tree, wrapped the roots with the Breath Nine Heavens Soil, and immediately headed towards the Three Immortal Islands.
They swept across the Primordial Land, and some creatures with poor eyesight thought they were seeing ghosts. As a towering tree flew past, they ran away as fast as they could.
The Witch Clan who were trying to pursue them stopped when they saw the two fly into the Three Immortal Islands, and dared not chase any further.
The Three Immortal Islands are considered a taboo among their Witch Clan. Many Ancestral Witch dislike hearing these three words. Moreover, the Ancestor Witch Dijiang has said that without an order, the Three Immortal Islands must not be attacked lightly.
Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun arrived at Penglai Immortal Island in the middle, found the Three Xiao Sisters Sanxiao, and told them their purpose.
When they learned the names of the Three Xiao Sisters of Sanxiao, they were immediately shocked and dared not underestimate these three pitifully weak fairies in front of them.
Subsequently, they selected a prime location with mountains and water and transplanted the Ginseng Fruit Tree.
Meanwhile, above the clouds in the sky above Three Immortal Islands, a woman in palace attire was watching all of this with curiosity.
This woman was none other than Nuwa, who had traveled to this place. During this time, she had been pondering her path to sainthood, but she always felt that something was missing and she couldn't grasp the key.
Now, seeing Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun carrying the Ginseng Fruit Tree wrapped in the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, Nuwa felt a surge of excitement and a sudden impulse.
Staring at the seemingly living Nine Heavens Breathing Soil, she felt a strange sense of unease. She knew about this thing, of course; Nine Heavens Soil from the Innate Gourd Vine, and she and Ling Xiao each held half of it.
"Nine Heavens Breathing Soil..."
Nuwa spoke softly, feeling inexplicably moved when she saw the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.
In that instant, a sense of emptiness washed over me, and even the Primordial Violet Qi within my body stirred.
"Could my path to sainthood lie in this?"
Nuwa frowned slightly, her confusion deepening. What could the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil possibly do?
How can she become a saint?
It can be basically confirmed that his path to sainthood is inextricably linked to the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil.
I still have no idea how to do it.
With this thought in mind, Nuwa, looking dazed, slowly left the place, determined to pursue that elusive secret of heaven.
Time flies, Primordial World, the Witch Clan expands wildly, launching massive attacks on the southwestern and western realms.
War is the best nourishment for the Witch Clan. They cultivate by devouring flesh and blood. Simply put, the more they eat, the faster their strength improves.
While they were attacking the West and south, they often encountered the remaining demons hiding here, leading to numerous battles.
However, these major battles were of little consequence to the Witch Clan. Even if the Ancestral Witch did not intervene, the outstanding Great Witch below already possessed the fighting power to guard their respective regions.
As long as they don't encounter a powerful being at the Quasi-Sage level, they have almost no rivals!
The Great Witch such as Chiyou, Xingtian Dayi, Jiufeng relied on war to sustain their war effort. The benefits of expansion made them unwilling to rest, and they fought day and night, creating bloody battles across billions of miles.
One day, the Witch Clan army encountered the Demon God of the demon race. The Demon God, Quasi-Sage level, attacked in a rage, slaughtering the Witch Clan army for thousands of miles, and his murderous aura soared to the sky.
This enraged the Ancestral Witch, who launched a powerful attack, surrounding and killing the demon Demon God of the demon race.
And just like that, tens of thousands of years passed in the blink of an eye.
The Witch Clan occupied the main territories in the West and south, including famous mountains and rivers, and Primordial World vast wilderness. It was impossible for them to have set foot in all of them.
But occupying these representative locations is tantamount to conquering a part of the world.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, the Ancestral Witch have even clashed with the Dragon Clan. Although the Old Dragon was powerful, it was still no match for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
Therefore, he declared his submission to the Witch Clan, retreated to the land of the East Sea, and never appeared in the world again.
The Ancestral Witch then descended into the Sea of Blood, forcing the Minghe to submit to the Witch Clan.
Under pressure, Minghe had no choice but to back down. Although he was difficult to kill, facing the Ancestral Witch every day was still a headache.
Dignity wasn't a very important thing to him, so Minghe verbally agreed to submit to the Witch Clan.
After conquering one dangerous place after another, the Ancestral Witch' strength exploded, leaving even the Duke of the East dumbfounded and questioning his own existence.
Could it be that the Witch Clan's method of achieving sainthood that I fabricated was actually true?
While conquering new territories, the Witch Clan also made sure to eliminate any remaining members of the demon race.
Baize and Jimeng were naturally among them.
That day, after escaping a wave of pursuit, they hid in a mountain cave.
Fortunately, the Witch Clan did not possess divine power; otherwise, they would have had nowhere to hide.
"Baize, it's over, there's really no hope. The Witch Clan has almost conquered the entire Primordial World." Jimeng said with a dejected face, feeling utterly hopeless.
Over the years, he and Baize never gave up and kept trying, but all their efforts were in vain. The Witch Clan's power was already established and could not be shaken.
"No, there's still hope!" Baize shook his head, his face resolute. From beginning to end, he firmly believed in this.
"Now, the only ones who have a chance to break the Witch Clan's dominance are those three on the sun!"
He spoke solemnly, his gaze sharp as a beacon in the darkness.
"But didn't you say that the Three Crows don't concern themselves with worldly affairs? Even if it were possible, how could we let them get involved?" Jimeng frowned. He had already heard Baize mention this point.
"Times have changed. I know they're indifferent to worldly affairs, but this is the only option left."
"I even know that if I ask them to intervene, it will cause resentment, which is a major Karma."
Baize spoke slowly, his expression remaining calm throughout.
"If that's the case, then what should we do..." Jimeng asked hesitantly, not quite understanding what Baize was thinking.
Baize's expression shifted, his eyes flashing with brilliance, and he said in a deep voice, "I offer my life as a token of my respect!"