Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 1912 A Divided View of Life and Death
The sky is high and the earth is vast, with the sky divided into two layers. Below is a clear blue sky, while above is a dark cloud cover, indicating the existence of two different heavens.

The clouds and mist swirl around, like pink ribbons hanging from the branches, ethereal and graceful like the hem of a fairy's skirt.

Beneath the Dream Tree, the female cultivator with her eyes closed was very close, but the flowers, as large as houses, ignored her, as if there was nothing in front of her.

At this moment, she was "looking" into the distance, where the giant tree, which was almost as majestic as the Dream Soul Tree, had its roots split in two and was walking towards her step by step.

Most people cultivate their Dharma forms in the shape of animals, so this was the first time she had ever seen someone whose Dharma form was a tree, which was truly rare.

She had witnessed the entire battle, and the opponent was actually able to contend with the Dream Soul Tree, and it seemed that the Dream Soul Tree had lost.

The large patch of withered flowers is proof of that.

This was quite unbelievable to her, considering that she knew a lot about the Dream Soul Tree and had made many preparations before daring to approach it cautiously.

The person we met before, whose cultivation level wasn't particularly high, how could he possibly fight against the Dream Soul Tree?
Is it simply because his Dharma form is also a tree?

The female cultivator secretly pondered the matter, then stopped paying attention to that side, took out a dagger, and held a small jade bottle in her right hand, her intentions unclear.

She has her own things to do; she just needs to find the right opportunity, such as when the Dream Soul Tree and that person's Dharma form are locked in fierce combat...

Turning around, she saw an ice python swimming over, already very close to her.

The female cultivator was startled and could only avoid the path the other was taking, but she almost bumped into another demon beast.

These demonic beasts had all lost their minds, and each one was heading towards the flowers that the Dream Soul Tree had arranged for them.

But she was an exception, so she inadvertently blocked other people's way.

……

Meanwhile, as the Tree of Dharma approached, the attacks from the Tree of Dream Souls became increasingly intense.

But it dared not release any more filaments, and all its mental attacks were ineffective. Suddenly, the tree trunk began to tremble violently!
"Swish swish~!"

Countless sharp spikes shot out like arrows piercing through the clouds, their crystalline light sharp!

Liu Qinghuan sat cross-legged among the tree branches, motionless, with fine, dense ripples faintly appearing around her.

The immortal spiritual energy surged violently within his body, and his rapidly increasing cultivation level needed time to settle.

The Creation Universe Bottle was still held by the little stone monkey, and the green light protective shield it emitted spread outwards in circles, almost covering half of the Dharma Image Tree.

The Dream Soul Tree's mental attacks never stopped, wave after wave, becoming increasingly intense, almost solidifying in the air.

The Creation Bottle, now fully fed and watered, was noticeably larger, with an additional tree root coiled around its body.

"Another law has been added!"

Liu Qinghuan was overjoyed, but he didn't have time to check it now and could only leave it for the time being.

The Thousand Autumns Reincarnation Brush appeared in his hand, and a sword light flashed on the pure white tip, from which a small sword flew out.

The sword intent of life and death had not appeared alone for a long time. Now that it appeared, black and white mist billowed out wherever the sword passed.

The Tree of Dharma was quickly submerged, and the mist made everything appear and disappear, and the realm between life and death began to shift.

When thousands of thorns burst through the air, they plunge into the fog, disappearing like mud oxen entering the sea, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

The mist was stirred up, making a constant whooshing sound, and branches and leaves were pierced from time to time, but they quickly healed as before.

Suddenly, roars of beasts rang out from all around, and all the demonic beasts controlled by the Dream Soul Tree temporarily stopped their suicidal actions.

The large, tightly closed flower buds suddenly opened, spitting out the monsters they had half-eaten but were still alive.

The pink pollen in the air grew denser, like clouds rising and dancing freely.

In this layer of heaven and earth, or rather, in this temporal labyrinth where the Dream Soul Tree resides, most of the demonic beasts have been captured by it, forming hordes of thousands. They vary in size and strength, but now they have all turned around, their eyes bloodshot, and charged towards the Dharma Tree!

Liu Qinghuan sat cross-legged on the dividing line between black and white.

On the left, ethereal white mist flows slowly, like a fairyland, radiating vibrant life.

To the right, a thick black fog obscured everything, like an abyss of despair, where the aura of death permeated the air.

Those monsters that rushed into the Death Realm were like falling into a swamp, their speed instantly reduced, and black spots appeared all over their bodies.

Their bodies have already begun to rot and will soon turn into a pool of black liquid, responding to the call of death.

The monsters that rushed into the habitat didn't fare much better; the vibrant life force allowed some of the injured monsters to heal rapidly.

However, life and death are separated by only a moment, and a chance of life can turn into a deadly threat at a certain time.

The monsters went from being overjoyed to screaming in terror in the blink of an eye.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!" As if they had swallowed a super tonic, the monsters were so nourished that they bled from all seven orifices, and one after another they exploded!

The fog churned and thickened.

A few of the stronger ones, like the ice python, regained their senses after entering the Dao Realm.

Compared to later generations, the Ice Python was much weaker, but it was still quite formidable.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at it with great interest, then flicked his finger, and a sword light flew past!
Blood splattered high into the air as the ice python's massive head fell to the ground.

"It seems that you won't be able to combine your brain with two other people during this period."

Liu Qinghuan smiled slightly, then peered through the mist to find the figure of the female cultivator.

They discovered that the other person was standing in front of a large flower, secretly catching the sticky sap that was dripping from it.

Liu Qinghuan withdrew her gaze and ignored the other person.

As he felt the surging immortal spiritual power within his body gradually calm down, and his restless cultivation also settled down a bit, he stood up.

The Tree of Dharma Forms is already very close to the Tree of Dream Souls. If we go any further, their canopies will touch.

After coaxing the little stone monkey back into the spirit beast bag, he picked up the Creation Universe Bottle, his expression extremely solemn.

"Can you protect me?"

The wooden bottle wobbled in his hands, and all the branches and leaves moved up and down as if nodding vigorously.

Liu Qinghuan was not reassured, even though the Creation Universe Bottle had clearly demonstrated a strength greater than that of the Dream Soul Tree.

But what he was about to do was far too dangerous, and he had to be extremely careful.

He murmured, "This incredible opportunity depends on whether I can seize it this time!"

Because he planned to borrow some cultivation from the Dream Soul Tree, but not through the method of body infusion.

Although the infusion is fast, it has too many hidden dangers, and one wrong move could result in the body exploding and dying.

He needed a slower but much faster way than cultivating himself to completely drain the Dream Soul Tree!
"Are you ready?"

Liu Qinghuan asked, raising his hand to retract the Dangerous Sword and the Sword Intent of Life and Death, and withdrew the Dao Realm.

The Creation Universe Bottle shook and then disappeared into the dantian.

At the same time, the canopies of the enormous Dharma Tree and the Dream Soul Tree intertwined, their branches and leaves entwined!

(End of this chapter)