Those years when I hunted demons in Dali Temple

Chapter 954 Cang Xing
Liang Yuan called out softly a few times, but found that Dao Yi did not respond. He quickly checked Dao Yi's breathing and found that it was even, as if she was asleep.

Liang Yuan realized that Dao Yi was very likely drawn by some mysterious force here, and his consciousness must have entered a space, or even a secret realm.

But he hadn't sensed any fluctuations in power just now, so how did Dao Yi get involved?
Although Liang Yuan was puzzled, he knew that Dao Yi could not be disturbed at this moment, otherwise his consciousness would remain in that world and Dao Yi would really not be able to come back.

Liang Yuan stopped trying to awaken Dao Yi and instead set up layers of formations around him, some for protection and others to conceal his aura.

Liang Yuan had set up an array around himself, so as long as he didn't encounter a Nascent Soul cultivator, he wasn't worried that anyone would discover this place because of his bloodline.

Now that the tree demon has been killed and its inner core destroyed, Liang Yuan estimated that the tree demon's soul would also be gone. Moreover, many days have passed, and the traces on the ground have long been wiped clean, so no one should come here again. He did this just to be on the safe side.

Feeling somewhat bored within the formation, Liang Yuan took out some herbs and decided to examine them to see if there were any other ways to treat his nephew's grandson.

Time passed little by little.

When Dao Yi saw the black mist, her consciousness entered a strange world in the blink of an eye, different from what she had seen around the world before. Moreover, she could clearly know Liang Yuan's every move, and he protected the surroundings very well.

Dao Yi then stopped paying attention to him and focused on looking at a sapling.

Yes, a sapling.

"Pop~" The sapling sprouted from the soil.

The old tree next to it was struck by lightning and looked as black as ink. Its branches had long since become broken branches. Due to the necrosis of the branches, only a few yellow leaves were left on it that were about to fall. As the saplings sprouted from the soil, the last few leaves also fell off.

The new life of the sapling seems to announce the official death of the old tree.

As it poked its head out of the soil, a gentle breeze happened to brush against its tender leaves. Its body leaned slightly towards the large tree next to it, but it quickly straightened up again, as if it was shocked by the tree's miserable state and immediately straightened itself.

The sapling stood stubbornly in the wind, and it stood there for a day, ten days, a month, a year, and ten years.
A hundred years is a person's life, while a sapling is just taking a nap; it's but a fleeting moment to the sapling.

After a hundred years of wind and rain, the sapling has grown into a big tree that can shelter passersby from the wind and rain. However, passersby come and go in a hurry, and no one stays for long. Over time, the tree will also feel bored and uninterested.

At some point, it developed a desire to travel the world like humans, to see different landscapes.

Whenever it hears humans discussing landscapes it has never seen before, its desire to leave grows stronger.

But how can a tree leave the soil from which it took root and sprouted?
A tree separated from water and soil is doomed to die.

But it really wanted to see the world that those people talked about.

There are pavilions built in mid-air, mountains and rivers hanging upside down, and a small world where the sun and moon share the same sky.
Just hearing it filled it with anticipation, but its roots were deeply embedded in the mud, and it could only hear the sound of the stream not far away, but could not see what it looked like.

The appearance of the stream is only known through the words of passersby, but since it came into existence, it has only existed in the world before its eyes. It is impossible to imagine how long, clear and delicious the trickling stream described by others is.

Is the stream the same color as the land it was born in, or the same color as the surrounding earth? Does it taste the same as the rainwater?

I'm almost obsessed with thinking about the sapling that's grown into a big tree every day.

Until one day, it 'accidentally' absorbed a breath of air that was different from the usual air, and later it realized that it was called spiritual energy.

After an unknown amount of time of cultivation, it discovered that the old tree's roots had spread even further, but it still couldn't move them. Because of this, it cultivated even more diligently.

As it cultivated for a long time, its intelligence was awakened.

Hearing how passersby addressed each other, it even gave itself a name: Cangxing.

After gaining sentience, Cangxing experienced the wonders of spiritual energy and wanted to get rid of its fate of being unable to leave the land as soon as possible.

Until one day, Cangxing seemed to have truly left the land that nurtured it. When it looked back, it realized that its roots were firmly planted in the ground. So how had it managed to leave?
Cangxing didn't have time to think too much. The fact that it could leave now was a chance given by heaven to see the outside world that it had been longing for.

As Cangxing drifted along, the grass in the places it passed smelled fresher than the flowers around it, and the flowers were exceptionally vibrant.

Cangxing was overjoyed, but when it tried to go further, it found that it could not move an inch, as if its whole body was being held back by something.

Even so, Cangxing was very happy, but it soon became weak. It was only when it returned to its place of origin that it regained its vitality.

Knowing that the reason for its low cultivation level was due to this, Cangxing worked even harder to cultivate.

Sure enough, it was able to go further and further, see more and more scenery, and meet more and more people.

Soon, Cang Xing became dissatisfied again.

This is because those around it are all ordinary people without spiritual power; no one can see it, and no one can communicate with it.

Perhaps the heavens heard its heart's desire, for when Cangxing went out again, it encountered different humans.

Like Cangxing, they can use the spiritual energy in the air to unleash a variety of dazzling spells.

Cang Xing's excitement caused the tree branches to tremble, attracting the attention of the group.

"Who!" One of the female cultivators, the quietest among them but with an extremely sharp mind, was the first to notice Cang Xing's presence.

Cang Xing was startled and followed their gaze.

"Senior Sister, you must be mistaken?" A younger male cultivator approached the female cultivator and followed her gaze. "There are no outsiders here. Senior Sister, are you mistaken?"

The female cultivator pursed her lips, her expression full of vigilance. "Impossible, I clearly felt that 'someone' was spying on us nearby!"

The other cultivators, whose cultivation levels were not as high as this senior sister's, also put away their playful expressions upon hearing this.

The tacit understanding among the disciples remained; without any instructions, everyone took out their magical artifacts, determined to find the spy.

The junior brother who had just spoken was holding a magical artifact that resembled a compass, and he scanned the surroundings.

Suddenly, pointing in one direction, he exclaimed, "Found it!"

Upon hearing this, everyone perked up and took out another type of magical artifact, using their spiritual power to cover that direction.

It was only then that Cang Xing realized that this was exactly what those people were looking for!

"Senior Sister, it's a banyan tree that has become a spirit!" the junior brother exclaimed excitedly. "It's actually separated from its body by divine consciousness! Let's take it back to the sect and have it guard the gate. If that doesn't work, we'll chop it down and use it as firewood for Senior Sister's alchemy!"

not good!

As soon as Cangxing heard the word "guard," it wanted to run away; it had finally gained its freedom.

"Not good, it's trying to escape!" Another male cultivator saw this and flames appeared in his palm. The flames flew towards Cang Xing, but just as they were about to hit Cang Xing, the fire directly crashed into a barrier, grazing past Cang Xing's divine sense.

Even so, Cang Xing was terrified.

The tree next to it was struck by lightning and killed; lightning and fire are taboo for them.

"Who dares to ruin the good deeds of my Tianmen Sect!"

Happy Start of Spring!
The new year is here!