“Brother Lu is a smart person, so he wouldn't ask too many questions. 。"Item Yi's voice was calm as he said, 'The Iron-Armed Demon Wolf doesn't go out at a fixed time and is very cautious. What we nee...All around, lingsang cocoons of various sizes writhed with their plump bodies. Their gray eyes scanned Lu Xiaoteng and his companions incessantly. After detecting that their auras were similar to those in the Tiansang Forest, they hissed threateningly a few times before burrowing deeper into the dense forest.
Could Ling Sang Ku Can and the Sangling people actually coexist peacefully Lu Xia Tian was quite surprised to see this scene before him. All along, he followed Yue Ze and other Xuan Xian-level powerhouses from the Sang Yue War Formation, traversing the Tian Sang Forest without a specific purpose. They were simply searching everywhere, both for the celestial immortals who had come from the Heavenly Court and for any possible scattered Sangling Tears that might be out there.
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It seems that the Ling Sang Ku Chan and the Sang Ling clan don't get along very well. However, even in this situation, neither side has made a move against each other. They haven't even clashed when searching for the Sang Ling Tears. They only threaten each other verbally.
"Ahead lies a withered mulberry grove!" As Lu Xia Tian was astonished by the connection between the Sang Ling clan and the withered silkworm, a mournful aura wafted from afar. Through this mulberry grove, Lu Xia Tian and the others saw a vast, barren mulberry forest before them, devoid of life and vitality.
There was a heavy air of desolation inside. It was no different from the grove Lu Xia Tian had passed through before. However, this time, with the effect of the Tiansang fruit, Lu Xia Tian sensed a slightly different aura from this withered mulberry forest.
The former withered mulberry forest was the trap of Emperor Mēi Ku Cán. Lú Xiǎotiān suddenly reacted. If he hadn't taken the Tiānsāng fruit, Lú Xiǎotiān wouldn't have been able to see any difference between this withered mulberry forest and the scroll of Emperor Mēi Ku Cán he had experienced before. Even now, in Lú Xiǎotiān’s view, the old monster’s methods were still ingenious, seizing the creation of heaven and earth. It was natural for those celestial teams from the Heavenly Court to fall into it unknowingly.
However, Lu Xia Tian was aware that even trapped within the painting scroll of the Nether Withering Silkworm Lord, it wasn't a guaranteed death sentence for the celestial beings from the Heavenly Court. Those powerful cultivators like Shi Ti Ye and Shi Nio, whose souls were inferior to human Celestial Immortals, would experience a sense of despair that accumulated until it reached its peak before receding like a tide. After some time, this oppressive aura would build up again. If they could endure, they could survive. But if they couldn't, they would end up like the fallen corpses of Shi Jian and Shi Zhong, buried within the painting scroll.
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In fact, when the night fell, Shi Niao's primordial spirit could hardly hold on to its peak anymore, it was just a little short of fire. The primordial spirits of human celestial beings were stronger than most of the Corpse Ghost clan, especially the effect of the Jue Shen Fa Yi was very obvious. The possibility of dying under that bleak aura was relatively much lower. However, once they entered the painting scroll of Ming Ku Can Zun, even if Ming Ku Can Zun couldn't spare much energy to pay attention to these little minions, wanting to live out of Ming Ku Can Zun's painting scroll wouldn't be an easy thing.
If one's luck is too bad, or their ability is too outstanding to reach the Sea of Withering Souls, that's another story. At least Lu Xia Tian, even with his Totem power, fought to exhaustion. At the critical moment, he still relied on Xiang Qingcheng and Xiao Huya to support him for a while. There were no other powerful celestial-level ghost creatures during the period, and finally, General Tian appeared in time before he could escape.
Even those celestial immortals who managed to survive their ordeal in Heavenly Court were likely a small minority. It was unknown how many people had entered that strange painting. Lu Xia Tian pondered this, after all, he had only seen two dragon clan members (Jun Hong) and one celestial immortal (Xiang Zhong Yang) within the withered mulberry forest. Meanwhile, the team of celestial immortals sent by the Honghuo Heavenly Court had not encountered a single one in the withered mulberry forest.
No matter what happened to the scattered members of the Celestial Squad, at least now Lu Xia Tian was certain of one thing: Sangling's Tears had a great relationship with this withered mulberry forest.
Occasionally, a silhouetted moth would flit past in this withered jujube forest. Yue Ze led Lu Xiaotien and the rest of the Sangyue battle formation members into the withered jujube forest one by one.
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As Lu Xia Tian entered the Withered Mulberry Forest, he discovered that the aura emanating from within was strikingly similar to what he had experienced in the scroll of the Nether Dried Silkworm Venerable, yet there were subtle differences. These differences could only be sensed after entering the forest and when one's soul reached a certain level of strength. The scroll depicting the Nether Dried Silkworm Venerable had been consumed by an overwhelming aura of desolate sorrow. However, within this Withered Mulberry Forest, the melancholic sorrow carried a hint of longing for the past and a yearning for new beginnings.
Lu Xia Tian faintly felt that this might be the origin of Sang Ling's tears.
“The Ling mulberry thrives for ten thousand years, yet withers and blossoms anew. The Tian Sang holy tree sheds tears, watering the earth and giving birth to life. As long as there are tears of the Ling mulberry, the Tian Sang Forest will flourish through generations, ensuring the prosperity of the Ling Mulberry Clan, the Silkworm Clan, and the Chihu Clan.” A woman in the San Yue battle formation looked at the withering mulberry forest and her heart ached. She couldn't help but whisper to herself.
Lu Xia Tian, standing beside him, was also deeply moved. The desolate mulberry forest in front of him was depicting the curtain call and the new beginning of life with such a grand scene. Was Sang Ling's tears from the Heavenly Mulberry Sacred Tree
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian seemed to have a sudden realization. It looked like Sang Ling's tears should be scattered somewhere in this withered mulberry forest, waiting to nurture new life and nourish the region to grow a new Tian Sang Forest.
The vast Tian Sang forest was boundless. The many San Ling tears that fell from the Tian Sang sacred tree, seen by Zi as he looked up, nourished not only the present Tian Sang Forest but also a portion of them were collected by the San Ling Clan or the Ling Sang withered silkworm. Otherwise, if all the San Ling tears had been collected over so many years, the current scale of the Tian Sang Forest should not exist.
However, judging from Zhao Ze's words, the amount of Sangling Tears that appears each time seems to be not fixed. If you're lucky, you might encounter more, and if you're unlucky, you might get less. As for the Sangling Clan, Ling Sang withered silkworm should be a moderate request. Specifically, how much is more or less also depends on luck.
Lu XiaTian was pondering his cultivation, when the faint life force emanating from this withered mulberry forest seemed to have grown stronger than before. Even Yue Ze felt it right away.
"Such vigorous vitality, we're in luck this time. We're sure to harvest the tears of the Mulberry Spirit." Yue Ze said with a delighted expression.
Other members of the Sang Yue battle formation were all in high spirits.
At this time, Lu Xia Tian also sensed several different auras entering this withered mulberry forest.
“Those Human Celestial Immortals have arrived!” Lu Xia Tian’s heart trembled. These auras included some he had encountered before and some he hadn’t. It seemed like they were members of other Celestial Immortal squads. Or perhaps they were from other Heavenly Courts.”
At this time, the other party was quite far away. Besides Lu Xiaoteng, even Yue Ze's Yuanshen could not sense it.t need to exert force or reprimand anyone. He and He Hu, one after the other, escaped from the camp and disappeared into the dense low-level spirit grass."This isn't bad, you actually have some skill....