Li Mu saw the blind Indestructible Taoist, the future leader of the Pure Yang Sect, appearing in a flower not far away from him. He also saw Virgin Goddess Yun Guang, the future leader of the Cloud Tribe, also appearing in a pistil. The other faces were also a little familiar. He should have seen them in the Immortal Demon Conference, but he couldn't remember their names.
"Are these people also going to the Battlefield of Chaos?"
Li Mu felt strange.
The strength of these people might be good in this world, but they were far inferior to Li Mu, not to mention Bi Yan. Sending them to the Battlefield of Chaos was basically sending them to die, wasn't it?
At this time, a few more streams of light dashed over from different parts of the Crouching Dragon Bend Reservoir and flew toward the World Tree fearlessly. Obviously, they were competing for the stamens of the twenty-one flowers, like a bunch of red-eyed gamblers who were late for work.
"Humph!"
The old faker snorted coldly again.
The streams of light all fell from the air like paper kites with broken strings.
"I practice Zen and don't want to kill people. However, if someone doesn't know what's good for him, then don't blame me for being cruel."
The old faker's voice echoed between heaven and earth.
This voice didn't contain much murderous intent, but there were no more streams of light rushing toward the white pistils.
"Bind!"
The old faker made another handprint and hit it into the trunk of the world tree.
As the strange power flowed, the petals of each of the 21 white flowers rolled back, wrapping the person sitting on the pistils in the middle.
Li Mu sat among the pistils, and the petals condensed, as if forming a white tent. The surrounding space closed, and the white flowers became flower buds again. The strange fragrance flowed, constantly penetrating into Li Mu's body through the breath of his mouth and nose and the pores of his skin.
Li Mu only felt comfortable all over, and an unprecedented sense of comfort wrapped him up.
"This feeling is like returning to the mother's fetus. If the Gate to Heaven is these flowers, how will they enter the world of the Battlefield of Chaos?"
As Li Mu was thinking, he gradually felt that his eyes were blurred, as if he had been injected with anesthetic, and even his consciousness began to float.
Most of the cultivators around the Crouching Dragon Crescent Reservoir had never seen such a strange sight before.
This giant tree had been growing in Baoji City for a long time, and people had gradually become accustomed to it. But they did not expect that they, who had been accustomed to this towering tree, would see such incredible scenes again today. In particular, the old faker's Cloud Qi Giant Hand was absolutely shocking for those practitioners who could not understand the level of power of this battle.
They saw twenty figures and a dog sitting in the stamen of the flower. Then, the white petals closed, and the figures and the dog were wrapped in the flower bud. Then, they saw the outer layers of the petals falling off layer by layer. In the end, all the petals fell off, but they couldn't see the people who were originally sitting inside.
At the very center of the flower bud, there was a small green fruit.
"Where … where is he?"
"Disappeared? Has it become a fruit? "
"This … is this a magic trick, or …"
The ordinary cultivators who saw this scene were stunned.
Looking at the 21 fruits on the tree, the old faker stood still.
The fruit grew rapidly at a speed that was hard to understand by ordinary physics. Soon, it became bigger, and from green to light orange, it looked a bit like a gourd.
A faint golden light flowed along the trunk, almost invisible, and finally disappeared into the fruit that Li Mu had turned into.
Time flew.
The twenty-one fruits had actually turned into twenty-one yellow gourds.
A hint of relief appeared on the old faker's face.
At this time, a sudden change occurred.
A horrible murderous intent appeared without warning, flashed in the void, and directly shot at the orange gourd that Li Mu had turned into.
"Huh? Still not giving up? "
The old faker clawed in the air, grabbed the murderous intent in his hand, and directly crushed it. Then, he pushed his palm backward, and the crushed murderous intent turned into a white light, shooting into the void.
"Void, don't test my patience. If you attack again, don't blame me for breaking the agreement and killing your real body."
The old faker looked into the depths of the void.
In the void far, far away, the white light that shot over slightly paused in front of the two eyes that suddenly opened, and then immediately disappeared.
The pair of eyes that had been opened closed once again.
"It seems that he has really recovered. The old monster who once killed so many emperors … is back."
A sigh was heard.
The ripples in the void that were about to spread gradually dispersed again.
"Is it a blessing or a curse to let the little guy who entered the Golden Millet Emperor's Coffin and came out alive to enter the Chaotic Battlefield? In case … I can only wait and see for the time being. "
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In the East Star Village.
"The Longevity Tree has finally borne new fruits."
A loud voice startled everyone in the village.
Many villagers put down their farm work and ran to a giant tree more than 20 meters high at the entrance of the village.
Soon, all the villagers were there.
The Live Forever Tree was the village's divine object, and it protected the village's peace. It made it so that the devil beasts in the wilderness couldn't invade at night. In the primal chaos world, only villages with Live Forever Trees could survive and multiply. That was an iron law of the primal chaos world.
The size and prosperity of the longevity tree also determined the size and population of the village.
For example, in the settlements of big cities, there were one or even several longevity trees growing.
East Star Village was a small village with less than a hundred people. Hence, the Longevity Trees in the village were no more than twenty meters tall. Their branches and leaves were not luxuriant. Most of them looked sickly. Especially in recent times, the leaves had withered and fallen rapidly. There were signs of death, causing the entire village to be on tenterhooks and unable to eat or sleep in peace.
Once the longevity tree died, the whole village would be doomed.
However, the longevity tree had a special feature. Once it bore fruit, it would have a second spring and get a second life. Even if it was close to death, it would grow again.
Therefore, when they heard that the longevity tree in the village had borne fruit, all the people in East Star Village were excited. They gathered under the longevity tree in joy.
"Mom, Grandpa Tree really bore fruit."
A round-faced little girl wearing tattered patched clothes with black hair and long bangs pointed at the canopy with a childish voice.
The villagers believed that the longevity tree had a soul, so they all called him Grandpa Tree.
All the villagers' gazes were focused on the crown of the tree.
A green round fruit about the size of a millstone hung at the top.
"What a big fruit." The village chief was surprised. "When did you find it?"
The villagers discussed. In the end, everyone realized that the big fruit seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Just ten minutes ago, when someone passed by the longevity tree, there was no fruit on it.
"No matter what, it's great that Grandpa Tree bore fruit. Our village is saved. Next, we must protect Grandpa Tree well. When this fruit ripens, we can pluck it and cut it open." The village chief excitedly arranged tasks.
"I wonder if it's a boy or a girl?"
"Don't worry. Under normal circumstances, it'll take a whole month for Grandpa Tree to ripen the fruit. When the time comes, we'll know if it's a boy or a girl."
"Hehe, I remember that Second Brother Feng's family got the right to adopt this time."
The villagers discussed excitedly.
The entire East Star Village was shrouded in a celebratory atmosphere.
Some villagers stayed under the longevity tree day and night, driving away insects and birds.
In the blink of an eye, an appointment had passed.
However, the green fruit only kept growing bigger and its color turned light yellow. It was completely different from the orange-yellow color that was said to be like gold once the fruit ripened.
The village chief called for a meeting to discuss, but there was no conclusion.
It had been a month, but the fruit had not ripened. This was unheard of.
"Let's wait a little longer."
The oldest elder in the village said.
Who knew that it would take another month.
After the end of the second month, the fruit on the longevity tree had grown into a four-meter-tall golden gourd.
"It's ripened. It's finally ripened."
The villagers were extremely excited. They set up ladders and plucked the fruit from the top of the tree. They placed it on the small square under the tree. Some touched it, some looked at it. Some even hugged the gourd and kissed it.
"Quick, get the knife to cut the fruit."
The village chief said loudly.
Soon, four strong men with foreheads drenched in sweat carried a white zhanmadao that was covered in stone patterns to the front.
The oldest elder in the village, Feng Feng, was already 102 years old. He was as thin as a piece of firewood. He walked unsteadily, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. He walked over and held the stone horse-slaying knife with one hand. His other hand made a cut on his fingertip and dripped a drop of his blood on the stone knife.
The best dissecter could use their own blood to perfectly match the knife and unleash the true power of the knife.
The 102 years old Feng Feng was the oldest dissecter in the entire East Star Village. He also had the best foresight and experience.
Under the fervent gazes of all the villagers, the aged Feng Feng single-handedly picked up the dagger that previously required four strong men to carry. It was as if he was carrying it.
It was as if he was carrying a blade of grass. His originally turbid eyes shone brightly as he observed the patterns on the surface of the gourd. Then, he suddenly slashed the knife at the gourd.
Ding!
The sound of metal colliding rang out.
The belly of the gourd was slashed open and split into two halves.
A golden chick the size of an adult's fist rolled out from inside and looked around blankly.
All the villagers were stunned.
"This … why isn't it a human?"
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