Reentering the Xuandu Heavenly Book

Rising to his feet, Liu Feng beckoned toward the Insect Temple.

With a creaking sound, the Netherworld Divine Wood within the temple surged in size, transforming into a hundred-zhang tree trunk and dragging the little temple to his side.

He and Cloud Dream flew down onto a branch, with Ji Qiu naturally following behind.

The Netherworld Divine Wood soared into the air, and the valley at the bottom of the abyss below sank into darkness.

The illusions, obsessions, and little temple were all gone. Insect Valley was destined to be completely forgotten, reduced to a nameless place.

"I beg Your Excellency to take this old one with you. I am willing to serve Your Excellency like a dog or horse." Old White Marsh knelt on the ground, pleading with the youth atop the tree for a path to survival.

Liu Feng cast him an indifferent glance and gave a faint nod.

Catching sight of this from the corner of his eye, Old White Marsh hurriedly kowtowed. The little life force remaining in his body erupted as he gathered his strength and flew up, radiating the aura of peak Ninth Realm cultivation.

Outside the abyss, three White Marshes, more than ten Demonic Beasts, and corpse cultivators stood guard before the entrance.

A gust of sinister wind suddenly rose. A colossal tree wrapped in yin deathly aura carried one man and two women, with their own ancestor behind them.

After exchanging divine sense with their ancestor, the three White Marshes could not help but rejoice inwardly. Along with the Demonic Beasts and corpse cultivators, they flew to either side of the Netherworld Divine Wood, willingly acting as guards.

From the branches, Liu Feng gazed over the Yin Moon Dynasty, now transformed into a land of death, his heart calm and unruffled.

"Bang,