The Demon Spirit Tree in Black Miasma Gorge back then had indeed carried some mixed auras that even Chen Changming could not identify, in addition to its pure Ancient Demon aura.
Those auras resembled neither demons nor humans, bearing a strange, ancient character.
Looking back now, they must have been traces connected to other races or the True Spirit Races.
Other races and the True Spirit Races were the most powerful beings in the Spirit Realm, while the Six Ancients were the most powerful beings in the Human Realm. The Medicine Sect had thrown these utterly different yet equally mighty existences into a single furnace, attempting to fuse them into entirely new Saint Beasts. The difficulty and danger of such an undertaking were easy to imagine.
But Chen Changming also understood one thing perfectly well-
The Medicine Sect had a madness woven into its very bones, a drive to defy the heavens. The harder something was, the more eagerly they pursued it; the more treacherous the road, the more joyfully they traveled it.
The green-robed woman raised her head, her gaze settling on the reed tree, golden from top to bottom. Watching its leaves sway gently amid the pill-scented haze, she sighed to herself, her voice steeped in regret. "If we had simply continued the methods of the Medicine Sect in the Human Realm, our Medicine Sect in the Spirit Realm would have spread its influence across all four continents by now."
"Sect Master, you mean..."
Chen Changming hesitated, stopping halfway through his question. He knew the sect master had more left unsaid.
"Because we introduced elements from other races and the True Spirit Races, once a Saint Beast loses control, it can easily reveal itself to the world, drawing the attention of those races..."
The green-robed woman's face grew