Chapter 614: Chapter 268: Land of Disaster, Miasma Corrosion, Demon Dao Female Giant
After seven days of rapid flight, Ye Xiaofan and his companions, along with the Forbidden Beast, have already penetrated the heart of the Demon Realm.
Or rather, they have ventured into the depths of the Land of Disaster, where the Demon Dao miasma is so dense it cannot be dispersed, as if plunging into an ocean of Demonic Qi, with visibility reduced to less than two meters.
Of course, this visibility is only concerning mortal eyes; as cultivators, the four naturally are not greatly affected in this aspect.
The party of four and the beast traversed through billions of dark miasmas, finally witnessing an unforgettable scene at dusk on the seventh day.
Even though they were still an infinite distance away from the Land of Disaster, the sight ahead was so astonishing that Ye Xiaofan and the others were utterly astounded.
As the endless miasma was swept aside, what first appeared before their eyes was a towering ancient tree, a truly sky-reaching tree, measuring ten thousand zhang in height.
The ancient tree sprawled across that realm, akin to a severed world mountain, blocking the Forbidden Beast’s path forward, with its lush branches obscuring the sun, stretching into the clouds, and its countless leaves swaying in the wind, producing a thunderous roar.
Mu Xin and Mu Yan gazed at the colossal tree resembling a celestial mountain, their eyes almost popping out of their heads.
Even Ye Xiaofan took a sharp breath; the last time he saw such an extraordinary towering tree was when he manifested his World Tree Martial Soul, but unlike the World Tree Martial Soul, this ancient awe-inspiring tree was a real, living entity existing within heaven and earth.
Yet, this was not what shocked Mu Xin and Mu Yan the most. What truly rendered them speechless was that the massive tree at the world’s end continuously spewed galaxy-like Demon Dao miasma.
In an instant, Ye Xiaofan and the others realized that this terrifying giant tree was the root of all evil in the Demon Realm. Its existence created an immense Demon Realm, threatening to annihilate all living beings within, potentially leading to the extinction of countless sect descendants.
"Yunmo Xi, what kind of tree is that?"
Mu Yan asked urgently, unable to restrain herself.
Upon hearing this, Yunmo Xi quietly gazed at the towering, ancient tree piercing the clouds, and after a moment, spoke heavily: "It’s the Demon Tree, the source that created the Demon Realm."
"Demon Tree?" Mu Yan echoed, her face filled with shock. Even though she had never heard of the Demon Tree before, Yunmo Xi’s words alone left her unbelievably astonished.
The significance wasn’t merely the name Demon Tree, but the Demoness’s final words—caused the creation of the Demon Realm!
This meant that this realm wasn’t initially a Demon Realm; it became one due to the Demon Tree’s presence, which corrupted countless mountains and rivers, and eroded countless cultivators.
However, as Yunmo Xi’s voice faded, the three were struck by yet another incredible sight.
They saw beneath the towering Demon Tree, scattered across the vast open earth, were countless white specks coming into view, converging to form an ocean of white, remarkably noticeable.
Even more astonishing was that within the sea of white, emanated endless Vast Righteous Qi, enveloping the Demon Tree like a cosmic river, perpetually suppressing the Demon Dao miasma unleashed by the Demon Tree.
When the three of them finally discerned the white specks, each was thunderstruck, their eyes brimming with shock.
Those little white points were actually elderly figures sitting cross-legged, clad in white, with eyes closed, as unmoving as mountains, appearing skeletal.
"Those are... already sanctified Confucian Dao masters?" Mu Yan gasped in terror.
From the scholarly aura and Vast Righteous Qi emanating from their figures, it was clear that they were exceedingly ancient masters of the Confucian Dao.
But now, sitting there were not lively Confucian Dao masters, but merely remnants of deceased Confucian Dao masters.
These Confucian Dao masters’ bodies formed an encircling perimeter around the towering Demon Tree, and they numbered in the millions.
Unlike the awe-struck expressions on Mu Xin, Mu Yan, and Ye Xiaofan’s faces, Yunmo Xi gazed upon the white-clad figures with reverence, speaking affectionately: "They are Confucian Saints from thousands of years ago. Though they have fallen, their bodies remain incorrupt, suppressing the Demon Tree for over nine thousand years."
Boom—!!!
At these words, Ye Xiaofan and the others were utterly astounded.
Millions of Confucian Saints suppressed the Demon Tree during their lifetimes, and even in death, their bodies did not decompose.
They willingly withstood the elements, expending the last of their Vast Righteous Qi, solely to suppress the endless Demon Dao miasma as much as possible.
Bear in mind, those were millions of Confucian Saints! Although the Confucian Dao masters paled in comparison to the truly terrifying Entering the Saint Realm cultivators, and their numbers far exceeded those of Entering the Saint cultivators on the Martial Soul Continent, what a period of prosperity it must have been to have millions of Confucian Saints?
"Confucian Saints fall but do not decay; they linger without toppling, nor disintegrate, until Vast Righteous Qi ceases, only then returning their remnants to heaven and earth."
"Hence, though thousands of years have passed, the millions of Confucian Saints, despite their deaths, have not faded. Their enduring presence still exerts its last vestige of power."
With the Forbidden Beast flying closer, Mu Xin, Mu Yan, and Ye Xiaofan noticed that around the towering Demon Tree, surrounding the countless white-clad Confucian Saints’ corpses, there existed crowds of Demonic Cultivators—elderly ones, all exuding varying strengths.
