The Mystery of Jianmu Unraveled? The Divine Tree Withers, and the Journey to Jianmu Begins!

Saint Son Feng Wei spoke with a faint smile. "Now that everyone has arrived."

"My thanks to Fellow Daoist Red Cloud and Fellow Daoist Xia Guang for taking the trouble to arrange everything."

"I imagine you still know little of the truth behind this Jianmu Assembly."

Only a handful remained inside the Cloudmist Hall: Red Cloud, Xia Guang, Xu Yan, Caiyun, Xi Yao, and Jiao Chu.

Daoyuan, Lingmiaozi, and the others you had brought did not enter the hall with you. This concerned confidential matters.

At Feng Wei's words, every gaze in the hall converged on her.

Everyone was curious about what secrets lay behind the Jianmu Assembly.

You, too, were filled with questions. The previous Jianmu Assembly had left many cultivators with fruit status trapped within.

Now that the Divine Silkworm Daoist had convened another Jianmu Assembly, drawing every faction into it, what exactly was the purpose?

The Divine Silkworm Daoist had never explained this, and even your grandfather, Jiao Xiu, had not revealed a word.

From the expressions around you, you could tell that the others were equally ignorant. Presumably, only the Demon Race's three Saint Sons had glimpsed some of the truth.

Feng Wei did not keep them guessing. She said slowly, "True Lord Divine Silkworm has explained the circumstances to me. Allow me to relay them to you."

"This Jianmu Assembly was convened because our race's sacred tree, the Jianmu Divine Tree, is withering."

"What?! The Jianmu Divine Tree is about to wither?!"

Every demon in the hall paled. This news was utterly unexpected.

The Jianmu Divine Tree was the Demon Race's supreme sacred tree. Its fortunes were bound to theirs, sharing their prosperity and decline. It was the very foundation of all demonkind.

The tree was tied to the Demon Race's fortune. If Jianmu withered