Chapter 815: For All Life In the End (1/2)

The nine connate spirit roots were the only ones of their kind and something to be encountered only through luck. Apart from the Emperor Sunflower, Qing Yu also possessed the Fusang Purewood, Embittered Bamboo, and Moon Osmanthus. Since her poison curse had been completely eradicated, she no longer needed these treasures.

Meanwhile, the Chaos Lotus, first of the great spirit roots, was very likely in the hands of Ling Rumeng of the Ling Clan. And Ling Rumeng… was in the Dao Academy.

Boundless yearning and veneration blossomed for the academy once the thirty-six peak factions took their leave, and more than a million immortals matriculated over the next couple of days. Even dao immortals bowed their lofty heads to enroll as disciples.

They all remembered what Lu Yun had said; that, if it wasn’t to save them, he would’ve long shattered the Dao Tree and facilitated the appearance of the new dao immortal realm. This naturally affected Ling Rumeng as well.

Many knew that the greatest spirit root beneath the heavens was in her possession, so her primary motive in coming to the Dao Academy was to seek asylum.

……

“The Chaos Lotus is already in Dusk Province,” said Qing Yu. “And I’ve figured out the whereabouts of the eighth spirit root, Constellation Willow. Except…”

“Except what?” Lu Yun’s heart clenched when he heard the name “Constellation Willow”. He had a bad feeling about this.

“You’ve already guessed it—the desolate willow in the Skandha Range is the manifestation of that spirit root.” Qing Yu raised her head and looked to the north. “What else other than the manifestation of a connate spirit root could keep that place under control?”

The Skandha Range needed the desolate willow to hold down the fort. At the same time, however, it was a very costly move to facilitate the evolution of a connate spirit root into a monster spirit, as well as incorporate the Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise into the tomb. The Skandha Extinction Tomb not only cursed the four cardinal tribes, but all of the divine race itself, and had even nurtured four terrifying blood demons.

As for whether the fiend behind it all, a character that even Ge Long was wary of, was dead or alive in the current age—well, Lu Yun had no way of determining that.

Currently, Ge Long exerted full control over the Skandha Extinction Tomb, and the desolate willow hailed Lu Yun as its master because of the old servant. But, in order to ascend beyond the great emperor realm, Xing Chen had to swallow the nine great spirit roots, thereby spelling the desolate willow’s death.

“Your luopan can leverage the presence of the spirit roots we currently have to determine where the rest are.” Qing Yu quickly changed the topic when she saw Lu Yun’s forbidding expression. “I have a hunch that all ten spirit roots are in the world of immortals.”

Someone had once used her as a pawn with which to collect the great spirit roots, which in turn bequeathed her heightened sensitivity to them.

“Let’s set this matter aside for now. I’m making a trip to the West Sea to bring back the zombie tree,” sighed Lu Yun.

The desolate willow had resolved many a great trouble for him when he was still weak, and the Star Demon Sect of the Skandha Range had been of tremendous help to him. After the great war, when danger still ran rampant in the world, the desolate willow had stood out to shelter many fragile beings, protecting them within the mountain range.

He was loath to do anything that would hurt it.

Alas, Ge Long was right in that there was no absolute good or evil in the world, just different perspectives.

Hummm.

Mount Xuanhuang suddenly trembled as a small fissure opened in the void. A man dressed in blue stepped out from the sky.

“Is someone here?” Qing Yu looked around alertly, but the man didn’t register in her eyes.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you worried that I’ll shoot you where you stand?” Lu Yun’s expression shifted slightly when he saw the newcomer.

Lu Shenhou!