"Five hundred years ago, some people left."
"How many times has this happened?" Xu Chuan asked, his expression grave.
"It began over three thousand years ago, I believe. As for who proposed this plan, my standing is too low to know," the ancient pagoda tree's Treant Avatar said.
"Perhaps it was a transforming great demon, perhaps one of your human cultivators or demonic cultivators, or perhaps all three sides agreed upon it together.
Otherwise, this place would not have become a battlefield for three opposing forces.
The same events repeat again and again, like a cycle of reincarnation from which there is no escape."
Xu Chuan slowly closed his eyes, his heart filled with sorrow.
After a moment.
He cupped his hands toward the wooden avatar. "Thank you for telling me the truth, Senior."
"Does it not leave you in despair?"
"It does. A despair with no bottom in sight!"
"But I firmly believe that of the Great Dao's fifty paths, one thread of hope must remain. Are you not the Xu Household's path to survival, Senior?"
"As for this cycle..." Xu Chuan raised his head toward the heavens. "I also believe that one day, someone will take up a sword and sever it, so this tragedy will never continue!"
"You are unlike other people. Perhaps you bear some great fortune upon you," the Treant Avatar said.
"You flatter me, Senior. I have another question about transplanting the tree. The spiritual energy where my Xu Household lives is thin. I fear we cannot provide it with sufficient spiritual energy and nourishment."
He would shear off whatever wool he could get.
The Treant Avatar smiled. "That will not matter."
From somewhere, he produced an ink-dark potted plant. The bronze pot held ocher mysterious spirit soil rich in spiritual energy, with a