Chapter 827

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Bei Qingtang stared at him blankly, and after a long while suppressed the grief in her heart: "Forget it, I'll return to our Immortal Sect first; we'll talk again then."

Xu Zhangqing nodded: "Alright, we'll talk again at our Immortal Sect."

Afterwards, Bei Qingtang turned and left.

Once the white figure disappeared from his sight, Xu Zhangqing stepped forward.

The divine ability "Shrinking Ground to an Inch" activated, and the distant scenery kept enlarging.

One step taken, and he was already a thousand li away.

After several steps, he had completely left Lingqu Sect.

He appeared to be walking, but in reality each step spanned a thousand li.

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Not long after, Xu Zhangqing arrived at the Rotten Moss Plain.

The mist here was much thinner, no longer as dense as before.

Beneath his feet was green grass freed from black rot; previously he had purified this place with Creation Power, and now the effect was fully evident.

The corrupt aura in the air was faint to the point of being almost inaudible, insect chirping still existed, but no longer carried that former unsettling evil nature.

Casting his gaze around, the thick fog that once covered the sky and blocked the sun was now only a thin layer, swirling around this area like light gauze.

Sunlight penetrated the mist and fell, actually lending this dangerous place a touch of vitality.

Xu Zhangqing spread his Divine Sense, like an invisible great net covering over a hundred li.

Now that the six roots had gathered, his realm had reached Nascent Soul Mid-Stage, and his Divine Sense strength had increased several times over compared to before; every movement in the Rotten Moss Plain escaped not his perception.

Soon, Xu Zhangqing activated Shrinking Ground to an Inch again, and the next second appeared in a concealed pit.

Inside the pit, four Golden Core Evil Cultivators gathered together, with several withered demon corpses placed before them, appearing as if dividing spoils of war.

At first, they did not notice an extra person beside them.

Until Xu Zhangqing did not conceal himself did they react.

"Who are you?"

"Where did this cultivator come from?"

"Don't you know entry is forbidden without invitation!"

The four stood up instantly, all activating their Magic Tools, their faces full of alertness and ferocity.

The leading Evil Cultivator's eyes flashed with a trace of greed; Xu Zhangqing's bearing was extraordinary, and his clothing was even more proper—at a glance he was no ordinary cultivator, perhaps from a Great Household.

In the Rotten Moss Plain, there were no so-called rules here.

What's more, Evil Cultivators never abide by rules.

Xu Zhangqing's gaze swept over the four: "Evil Cultivators."

Raising his hand, lightning power condensed at his five fingers, purple lightning lightly flicked out; this movement appeared gentle, yet contained terrifying might.

The four Golden Core Evil Cultivators had no time to activate their Magic Tools for defense before their bodies crumbled under the lightning's touch, unable even to cry out, the whole person turning into flying ash, leaving only several Magic Tools that had lost their magical power support, clattering to the ground.

The entire process took not a single breath, and the result was without any suspense.

A few trash Magic Tools—Xu Zhangqing had no interest even in glancing at them again; his steps did not stop as he continued walking deeper into the Rotten Moss Plain.

Along the way he encountered several more waves of fish that slipped through the net: Spirit Insect Cultivators hiding in grottos to develop in seclusion, Evil Cultivators surviving by relying on residual evil aura, the strongest no more than Golden Core Late Stage—all were destroyed by Xu Zhangqing's casual strike, not one surviving.

His current strength, an Extreme Grade Nascent Soul paired with a Chaos Dharma Aspect, made him basically invincible among peers.

Even against a Spirit Transformation cultivator one realm higher, he still had the power to fight.

Therefore dealing with these Golden Core Stage cultivators was as easy as pinching an ant.

No need to use divine abilities or spells; relying solely on magical power was enough.

Not long after, a towering tree appeared before Xu Zhangqing's eyes.

It stood between heaven and earth; compared with the surrounding evil aura, the entire tree exuded magnificent vitality, and from afar it looked like an emerald inlaid on the Rotten Moss Plain, dazzling to behold.

This was precisely the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan that once made people's hair stand on end; now, nourished by Creation Power, it had undergone a transformation.

Xu Zhangqing walked over slowly and carefully examined this transformed Spirit Tree.

The dark brown bark had long since fallen away, transforming into a warm emerald green.

The wriggling centipede patterns on the surface gradually faded and disappeared, replaced by fine, woven leaf vein patterns, as if the entire tree had become a huge Spirit Jade, smooth and lustrous throughout.

The nine originally gnarled and ferocious branches now became graceful and upright, like nine swimming dragons coiling upward; the tender green new shoots on the branches grew at a visible speed, finally blooming into white small flowers.

The flower fragrance was fresh and elegant, drifting with the wind and dispelling the lingering fishy smell around.

Looking at the fruits, formerly dark red, covered in insect eyes, with poisonous insects wriggling inside, now wrapped in rich Life Force, they shed their blood color one by one, turning into green fruits, their surfaces emitting a faint green light.

Each fruit's flesh was full, flowing with pure Spiritual Power, no trace of evilness visible; if a cultivator took them long-term, they could nourish the body and prolong life.

A trace of surprise flashed in Xu Zhangqing's eyes: "Transforming from an evil Spirit Plant into an Innate Spirit Tree—Creation Power actually has such heaven-defying, fate-changing effects."

Soon, he had an idea.

A Spirit Tree containing such magnificent vitality, if refined into a third Spirit Plant Puppet, would surely have combat power far surpassing the previous Xu Zixiao and Xu Qiansui.

Once the thought was set, Xu Zhangqing no longer hesitated, extending his right index finger to lightly tap the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan before him; in an instant the ground violently trembled, countless thick roots burst from underground, appearing at first glance like countless lively long snakes.

However, this tree's root system was even more vast than imagined; it extended a hundred zhang underground, intertwined like a great net, firmly rooted in the Rotten Moss Plain's soil, absorbing the rich nutrients within.

Xu Zhangqing's magical power enveloped every root to avoid damage, while gradually exerting force to lift the entire tree upward from underground.

Hum!

With a low, rumbling boom, the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan was completely excavated from underground, its massive root system carrying soil and rubble, hovering in mid-air just like that, like a small hill.

And with the Soul Tree excavated, the underground originally covered by the root system was revealed — a huge deep pit, the pit bottom pitch-black, a thick Decay Qi surging out from within, forming a stark contrast with the flourishing vitality emitted by the Soul Tree.

Xu Zhangqing's gaze condensed: "This... is the Qiong Valley entrance!"

Previously the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan's root system had tightly sealed this place; now that it was moved away, the Qiong Valley entrance was completely exposed.

Compared to what was seen using Xu Qiansui's Shared Vision, the situation was clearly even worse.

Xu Zhangqing raised his hand again, a suction force surged out, drawing the Nine-Headed Centipede Banyan suspended in the air into his Personal Space.

Having put the tree away, he did not immediately refine it, but instead looked toward that deep pit.

Slaying the Nine-Headed Centipede is the purpose of this trip; only by eliminating this hidden danger can the Lingqu Sect be at peace, and even more so sever the Wu Sheng Chong Mu's intangible hand reaching into Dongyu.

Therefore, Xu Zhangqing did not hesitate in the slightest, decisively leaping into the deep pit.

Inside the pit the Decay Qi was still thick, even able to corrode a cultivator's mana Barrier.

However this time, Chaos Qi flowed around his body, easily assimilating the Decay Qi, and immediately the scene inside the pit came into view.

Qiong Valley is vast, the terrain rugged, gullies crisscrossing.

Everywhere in the valley are withered branches and rotting leaves, bones of monsters and cultivators scattered in the corners, the atmosphere exceptionally gloomy!