Suppressed by His Presence

The Demon God Mother Tree remained silent, but it did not step aside to let Lu Qing'an pass.

She knew very well what would happen once Lu Qing'an went inside.

Seeing that the Demon God Mother Tree wouldn't move aside, Lu Qing'an's eyes suddenly turned cold. He was only a few steps away from the Demon God Mother Tree, so he took a step forward.

With each step, the heavens and earth trembled, and a terrifying pressure swept over the Demon God Mother Tree's true form. The illusory Demon God Mother Tree that had materialized flickered for a moment, much like a scene suddenly freezing in mid-air.

The Demon God Mother Tree's expression changed drastically.

How is that possible?!

How did it get even stronger?!

Lu Qing'an took a second step, and the pressure emanating from him surged once more.

Bang! Bang!

The ethereal form conjured by the Demon God Mother Tree suddenly knelt on the ground!

The towering structure itself began to shake violently!

Just as Lu Qing'an was about to take his third step, the Demon God Mother Tree could no longer bear it and shouted, "Alright! I'll let you in..."

As soon as she finished speaking, the ethereal figure swiftly moved to the other side, its face filled with terror.

Lu Qing'an snorted coldly and decisively stepped into the huge red bubble. In a flash, he disappeared.

The Demon God Mother Tree gritted her teeth, her eyes darting around rapidly, her face filled with conflicted emotions.

She had to come up with a solution quickly!

This guy is terrifying now that he's back!

I have absolutely no way to deal with him!

Lu Qing'an's surroundings changed abruptly. His figure gradually solidified amidst the distorted light and shadow. When he finally stepped into a vast space, the icy air, carrying an aura of despair, rushed towards him.

This is a space forcibly created by some force; the gray sky hangs low, as if it could crush the people below at any moment.

Hundreds of cultivators were scattered around, some sitting cross-legged, others leaning against the cold stone walls.

Their cultivation levels varied greatly, ranging from the lowest Spirit Transformation Stage to the Great Emperor Realm, and there were even some Late Great Emperor Realm experts.

But at this moment, everyone's eyes were shrouded in the same gloom.

That was the numbness that came from being eroded by prolonged despair.

When the spatial fluctuations were felt and someone stepped into this space, the crowd rippled slightly, like still water.

Someone suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope flashing in their cloudy eyes, and looked in Lu Qing'an's direction.

But when they saw that the newcomer was just a young and handsome man with a weak aura, that faint light instantly went out.

"Another one sent to their death..."

Different voices rose from all directions.

"It won't be long before he's just as desperate as we are."

"Look at how calm he is, I almost don't have the heart to tell him what's going on here."

"..."

The clenched fists of the young monks could not be loosened, while the older ones let out a hoarse, bitter laugh.

From the corner came a baby-like whimper; it was a Saint King Realm cultivator whose Dao heart had collapsed, curled up in a ball.

Lu Qing'an's footsteps were exceptionally clear in the silence, each step seeming to tread on the heartstrings of everyone who was stretched to the limit.

Some people mechanically made way for him, but their eyes pierced through his body and gazed into the void.

Even the shadows here are gray.

A few drops of viscous liquid suddenly fell from the dome, creating shallow craters on the ground and emitting a sweet, metallic Blood Qi, yet no one tried to avoid it.

They had long been accustomed to it, just as they were accustomed to the salvation that would never come.

Lu Qing'an carefully scanned his surroundings, a cold smile gradually forming on his lips.

"Exactly the same as before."

This scene was all too familiar to him.

He and Xiao Qingyi were trapped in this space for decades.

Most importantly, this place periodically absorbs people's cultivation, slowly eroding everyone's hope. Eventually, some people go mad, while others commit acts of near-death madness.

For example, it can help those who are also trapped in this inescapable predicament to release their despair.

Violence, abuse, and even murder, etc.

It's quite peaceful here now, so it seems these people haven't been trapped for very long.

Just as Lu Qing'an was surveying his surroundings, a woman's voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Fellow Daoist, I regret to inform you of some bad news..."

The woman sighed and spoke.

Lu Qing'an turned to look at the woman.

The woman wore a light blue robe, had delicate skin, eyes like autumn water, and a willow-like figure. Her beauty was comparable to that of beauties like Xu Yunyi.

Fang Qiuhe looked at Lu Qing'an and truthfully told him about the situation in this space.

Lu Qing'an heard the answer he wanted and asked, "There were no tests here. You were imprisoned after you came in. How long were you imprisoned?"

Fang Qiuhe said, "The person who has been trapped here the longest has been trapped for over a hundred years. I'm alright, only thirty years."

"Oh, what's your name?"

"Fang Qiuhe, where is Fellow Daoist?"

Fang Qiuhe hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time. Everyone trapped here was trapped in despair and didn't want to talk to anyone. It was rare for someone to be willing to talk to her, so she was happy to say a few more words.

However, she gradually noticed that Lu Qing'an's reaction was a bit strange.

She didn't see any worry on Lu Qing'an's face!

It was eerily calm from beginning to end!

Upon hearing the name "Fang Qiuhe," Lu Qing'an seemed to recall something and glanced at Fang Qiuhe carefully.

With the fortuitous opportunity, someone at the Late Great Emperor Realm will not be far from reaching the Peak Great Emperor Realm.

"Who is Dao of Alchemy Master to you?" Lu Qing'an asked.

Wearing a crimson robe and named Fang Qiuhe, he was most likely right.

Dao of Alchemy Master is the strongest Alchemist in the Demon Domain. He likes to travel and has no fixed abode. He has left behind a lineage and took in a disciple tens of thousands of years ago, named Fang Qiuhe.

Fang Qiuhe said, "My master."

"Okay, I'll get you out of here later. Can you pass on a message to him for me?" Lu Qing'an said.

Upon hearing this, Fang Qiuhe froze on the spot.

"Fellow Daoist! You said you'd save me?!"

Lu Qing'an calmly said, "I've come here to rescue you."

He knew the Demon God Mother Tree Demon God Mother Tree definitely doing the same thing again, and he was just using that as an excuse to cause trouble for it.

If the Demon God Mother Tree Demon God Mother Tree truly reformed, he would find an excuse to rip her off.

Now that there is direct evidence proving that the Demon God Mother Tree has not changed, it's no longer as simple as just slaughtering someone.

Lu Qing'an spoke softly, but everyone present was of considerable cultivation level, and almost everyone heard him.

However, when they looked at Lu Qing'an, they couldn't help but shake their heads.

This person apparently couldn't accept his situation after learning it, and went insane.

Even their combined attack, with power comparable to that of the Peak Great Emperor Realm, could not breach this place!

No matter who comes, it won't make a difference!

And!

The power of this Demon God Mother Tree here is comparable to that of the Eternal Night Demon Emperor!

The battle between the one man and the tree shocked the entire Demon Domain. In the end, the Eternal Night Demon Emperor won, but the Demon God Mother Tree did not suffer too much damage.

This demonstrates the terrifying power of the Demon God Mother Tree.

In other words, even if the Eternal Night Demon Emperor came, he might not be able to save them!

Despair had completely consumed everyone present.

"Fellow Daoist, how do you plan to get us out of here?" Fang Qiuhe's surprise lasted only a moment before she gave a bitter smile again.

She still held onto a sliver of hope, but reason prevented her from believing that even a one in ten thousand chance would come true for them.

Lu Qing'an said, "Just let the Demon God Mother Tree let you out."

Fang Qiuhe: "..."

A group of people. "..."

"Hey, another one's gone mad..." a group of people muttered to themselves.

But just as they finished thinking that, the next moment, Lu Qing'an calmly looked at the void in front of him.

Aren't you going to come out and explain?

As soon as he finished speaking, the ethereal form of the Demon God Mother Tree materialized, its face ashen and pale as a wilted eggplant.

"Do I need to explain... Don't you already know the answer?" The Demon God Mother Tree clenched her fists.