Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Dayan, the original demon sect.

The long river flows around the fairy palace, and the Dan Pavilion is high in the clouds.

Ever since the last time Yang Que from Huangji Continent broke into the sect and plundered countless cultivators and resources, the cultivators in the sect learned from their mistakes and changed their previous flashy style. A Weak Water River was built outside the entire sect, and numerous offensive formations were set up inside. Even if a cultivator in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm dared to break in, he would be killed.

After three or four hundred years of recuperation and recruitment of disciples, the number of monks in the sect has gradually returned to its former size.

Of course, the quality of the cultivators is far from comparable to that of the past. It is still okay for the Qi-refining and foundation-building cultivators. Three or four hundred years is enough to recover a lot of vitality, but the Golden Core and Nascent Soul cannot be cultivated in a short period of time, even if the cultivators of the Demon Sect practice very fast.

This day.

A blood rainbow flew from a distance and landed in the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect's formation below suddenly glowed with blood.

However, when the two figures in the blood rainbow flew out, the formation suddenly became quiet again.

The monks guarding the formation quickly flew out, saluted respectfully and shouted:

"Disciple greets the Supreme, and greets the Sect Master!"

These two figures were naturally Han Yanzi and Shen Fu who escaped from the Changsheng Sect.

Han Yanzi didn't pay any attention to it. He held a half of a sacred tree that was floating up and down slightly in his hand and flew straight into the sect.

Shen Fu nodded slightly, then asked calmly:
"While our sect and the Supreme were away, were there any abnormalities in the sect?"

The monk guarding the formation clasped his fists and said:
"Reporting to the Sect Master, everything in the sect is normal."

Shen Fu frowned slightly:

"Are you sure there is nothing unusual in the sect?"

The monk guarding the formation was slightly stunned and said hesitantly:

"This... shouldn't be there. I'll go check it out now."

Shen Fu frowned and shook his head.

"Okay, that's fine."

His eyes swept across the entire Demon Sect unnoticeably, and then he quietly retracted his gaze. After hearing Han Yanzi's voice, he hurriedly flew over again.

Han Yanzi was currently standing at the very core of the entire Demon Sect.

Holding the upper half of the Immortal Tree in your hand, you can faintly seep juice from the broken section, as if it is still growing.

"Your Majesty."

Shen Fu bowed slightly.

Han Yanzi's face was slightly gloomy. He had just been forced back by Wang Ba's incarnation, and at this moment he felt quite ashamed.

He nodded slightly, then ordered:

"This tree requires a lot of space, so go and move all the disciples from here."

Shen Fu heard this and said hesitantly:

"This treasure is so important, why not send it into the secret realm..."

Han Yanzi shook his head and said in a deep voice, less calm and more impatient:
"You do what you are told to do."

"Yes."

Shen Fu immediately retreated respectfully, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his eyes.

Then, figures quickly flew out from the sky below.

A space was quickly cleared below.

Seeing this, Han Yanzi's expression relaxed and without delay, he carefully placed the half of the Immortal Tree in his hand into the ground below.

This immortal tree was also peculiar. As soon as it was buried in the ground, the lower half of the tree quickly grew roots that penetrated into the soil.

But soon, Han Yanzi couldn't help but frown.

However, the aura of the immortal tree did not become stronger, and its thick green leaves seemed a little more wilted.

"Not enough spiritual energy..."

Han Yanzi's eyes swept across the roots of the Immortal Tree and a look of sudden realization appeared on his face.

The Demon Sect's cultivators' demand for spiritual energy is actually less than that of normal cultivators. Therefore, although the spiritual energy in the Demon Sect is abundant, it is still far behind that of the Changsheng Sect.

The Immortal Tree flourishes in the Changsheng Sect, but it may not grow well in the Demon Sect.

What's more, the Immortal Tree had just been cut off in the middle and had no roots. Now that it was created from nothing, the cost would naturally be greater.

Han Yanzi couldn't help but frown slightly. It was not difficult to supply spiritual energy temporarily, but the difficult part was how to supply it for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, he flew forward and gently stroked the sacred tree, but did not get the expected response.

There is not even a trace of spirituality in the sacred tree.

"Oh no... I only got the upper half of this immortal sacred tree. Could it be that the tree's spiritual wisdom is in the lower half?"

Han Yanzi's heart changed slightly!
He planned to attack the Changsheng Sect just for the Immortal Tree. He wanted to use the Immortal Tree to delay his impending death.

However, this Immortal God Tree is extremely special. Only with the recognition of the spirituality within the Immortal God Tree can one be granted the "life-extending magical power".

If nothing unexpected happened, he could have brought the Immortal Tree back and used special methods to force the spirit of the Immortal Tree to hand over the "life-extending magic power". However, Yuanci Taoist's actions caused problems for the Immortal Tree, which should have been intact.

Thinking of this, he was shocked and angry.

It was hard to keep a calm face.

"The Yuanci Taoist...Wang Ba!!"

But when he looked at the Immortal Tree below, whose roots were constantly reaching out to the surroundings due to lack of spiritual energy like a living thing, his heart suddenly moved.

"The spirit is gone... then I will create another one!"

A thought lasts a lifetime.

The next moment, a gap suddenly appeared in a hidden secret realm in the void of the Demon Sect, and then a huge amount of pure blood quickly flowed to the roots of the Immortal Tree!
Shen Fu, who was not far away, looked straight ahead.

However, at this moment, his heart was shaken violently.

In the gap of this secret realm, he felt a subtle fluctuation that was extremely familiar to him and that only he could distinguish with the help of his weapon demon inheritance.

"Yin Fu!"

"Gong Xiyin...he's in there!"

But he didn't dare to show the slightest disturbance. Both his expression and mood remained absolutely calm at this moment.

At the same time, Han Yanzi opened a small gap in the secret realm, which led to blood, which quickly formed a pool of blood around the Immortal Tree.

The roots of the Immortal Tree seemed to have seen the best fertilizer. Countless roots grew rapidly, like long whips, and were thrown into the pool of blood, and began to absorb the blood in the water.

The originally red tree trunk turned brighter and brighter red from bottom to top in a short period of time!

"Great! It really works!"

Han Yanzi was overjoyed.

He had stumbled upon it by accident, and recalled some spiritual plants he had planted when he was young. He got an inspiration from the idea that if he buries his killed opponent under a spiritual plant, that plant will grow well.

But I didn't expect the effect to be so obvious.

Soon, not only the trunk of the tree turned bright red, but even the broad leaves on the branches gradually became tender and red, with a faint bloody aura spreading, as if a burning fire had formed at the crown of the tree.

Such a change suddenly gave Han Yanzi an idea.

"It has no spirituality at this moment. If I refine it and make it recognize me as its master..."

Han Yanzi was also quite decisive. At this time, the immortal tree had not yet regained its spiritual power, so it was the most suitable time to refine it.

However, he did not make a move immediately, and looked at Shen Fu with a slightly cold gaze:
"Don't let anyone get close!"

Shen Fu's face turned grim and he immediately obeyed the order.

Countless Demon Sect monks quickly dispersed in all directions.

Seeing that there was no one around to spy, he flicked his fingers and shot, and the surroundings were immediately covered with blood light. He then tapped his brows lightly, and a soul flew out.

Compared with the ordinary spirits of gods, his spirit was filled with countless wronged souls wailing and grieving, and sharp whistling sounds came one after another, as if his spirit was the most evil place in the world.

However, no matter how these wronged souls wailed, they were unable to break free from the shackles of the original spirit, and they uncontrollably poured into the phantom of a blood pool in the original spirit's head.

Then it quickly disappeared.

However, there were so many wronged souls and distracting thoughts in his soul that it was almost endless. When one wronged soul was annihilated, countless new ones would emerge on the surface of his soul, howling miserably.

Han Yanzi didn't care at all.

When one reaches the realm of refining emptiness, the realm of Tao reaches a higher level, but the burden on the cultivator's soul also gradually increases. Some people have strong souls and are not affected, but many more people do not have such ability.

Therefore, many cultivators will look for a top-grade treasure to guard their primordial spirit to help them shoulder the responsibility of an increasingly powerful realm.

This is the 'Soul Guardian'.

And his soul-suppressing object is a blood treasure that can help him suppress and refine the wronged souls and distracting thoughts contained in the absorbed blood and energy.

This is also why he was able to recover to his peak level in a short period of time by absorbing a large amount of blood and energy.

But going further is not easy.

Han Yanzi's soul opened his mouth slightly, and then sprayed a mouthful of soul blood towards the immortal tree in front of him.

Soon, this essence and blood quickly merged into the sacred tree.

Soon, Han Yanzi began to feel as if he was almost one with it.

His thoughts moved slightly.

On the leaves of the Immortal Tree, drops of blood-colored water suddenly seeped out. They were crystal clear and pure, and not only did they not have any fierce aura, but instead they exuded a strange fragrance.

Han Yanzi couldn't help but attract these blood-colored water droplets. As soon as these blood-colored water droplets came into contact with him, they were directly absorbed by him. Soon, he showed a look of joy:

"nice one!"

"It can actually filter out the distracting thoughts in the blood and energy, saving me a lot of effort in refining!"

"The monks of Changsheng Sect are really wasting nature's gifts!"

Although the blood treasure within the soul is extremely useful, it still takes a lot of time to refine these impurities.

With this immortal sacred tree, he could save a lot of time on refining and speed up the improvement of his blood path.

But soon, he frowned:
"No... I don't have the ability to prolong my life... My life span hasn't been extended for long."

“…Wang Ba!!”

He looked angry.

But he soon calmed down, frowned, and began to think.

"The life span is insufficient. The Immortal God Tree will most likely be closely guarded by the three sects..."

"Is there any other way that can give me hope of ascension?"

"Oh, right, the Wanxiang Sect seems to have another treasure raft for overcoming the tribulation... No, with Hui Yunzi and Wang Ba here, I probably don't stand a chance."

"Then... it seems that we can only wait until the Martial Ancestor develops the sixth-level True Martial Sutra... I hope we don't have to wait too long."

Martial Ancestor Wang Xu is now seven or eight hundred years old. It is obvious that he has mastered the longevity method of Zhenwu Dao, but out of selfishness, he is not willing to make it public.

He saw this very clearly.

Because he did the same, many of the methods circulating in the sect, such as "The Ten Directions True Demon Sutra", "The Formless Demon Shadow Art", "The Taoism of the Red Demon Emperor" and other nine holy emperor inheritances, were all tampered with by him.

And they all came in handy when he was refining the technique of nine sons replacing the mother.

"How can a man of destiny be so simple? However... I will definitely ascend!"

There flashed a gleam of unshakable determination in Han Yanzi's eyes.

The road is difficult, but if you keep going you will reach your destination. Since you have devoted your heart to the path of Tao, why should you be afraid of the wind and frost turning your hair white?

His eyes shifted slightly, and he saw that the Immortal Tree below seemed to have absorbed too many distracting thoughts. Its originally straight body was now covered with tree holes that looked as hideous as faces, twisted and grotesque.

The roots of the sacred tree expanded rapidly, arching up the soil underneath like a huge tomb.

Surrounded by blood, the roots of the sacred tree continued to grow. In a blink of an eye, it spread directly to the entire Demon Sect, arching up all the buildings and formations of the Demon Sect.

It was like a bloody sacred mountain rising from the ground!

Except for the immortal tree standing alone, the two ends of the sacred mountain are towering high like a goat.

"The sky changes and the earth is born. Could it be a blessing for me to achieve enlightenment?"

Han Yanzi couldn't help but be moved, and then said with emotion:
"In that case, from today on, this place will be called 'Changyang Sacred Mountain'!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Immortal Tree shook slightly, and the mountains under the entire Demon Sect also roared, as if responding to his words.

The demonic cultivators standing far away on the periphery were all excited when they saw this scene, and shouted "God bless the Holy Sect".

"Changyang Sacred Mountain..."

Shen Fu's heart sank.

Surrounded by a crowd of demonic energy, he felt his heart grow colder, but he was powerless to do anything...

……

Wanxiang Sect.

Zhao Feng and others who had just returned were reunited in Chunyang Palace.

Everyone had a heavy expression on their face.

"It wasn't long after we forced Han Yanzi to retreat, and this True Warrior is here again."

"They went south to invade Zhongshengzhou. What exactly are they trying to do? Are they not satisfied after taking over Huangjizhou and Jingyuanzhou?"

Ji Ying said with rare annoyance.

As the world becomes more stable, restrictions on cultivators are gradually relaxed, and cultivators in the early stages of the Spiritual Transformation Stage are gradually able to move freely outside. The significance of Zhongshengzhou to the three sects is no longer so irreplaceable.

Especially the Wanxiang Sect, which already has a Taoist temple, so the value of Zhongshengzhou is greatly reduced.

But low value does not mean no value.

Some minerals in Zhongshengzhou are also needed by the Wanxiang Sect. They had previously spent a lot of resources to build an ultra-long-distance teleportation array in Zhongshengzhou, as well as some strongholds in Zhongshengzhou, which were extremely costly.

Once a true warrior arrives, all these investments will most likely become nothing.

As for the Yuanci Palace in Zhongsheng Continent asking them for help, that is another story.

Among the crowd, Ling Weizi was not the best at fighting, but he was the most thoughtful. Hearing this, he whispered:
"For our sect's investment in Zhongshengzhou, these are not a big deal."

"The key thing is."

"According to our sect's previous analysis of the True Warriors, they are quite hostile to cultivators and would like to eat their flesh and sleep on their skin. Moreover, they are able to expand rapidly in a short period of time... The Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom was so prosperous, but it was completely destroyed by them in just a few hundred years, which shows how amazing their growth rate is."

Hearing Ling Weizi's words, everyone present couldn't help but look slightly gloomy.

"So, if these true warriors occupy Zhongshengzhou, their next target will probably be the major sects in Fenglinzhou?"

Ji Ying couldn't help but frown.

And Qu Shentong suddenly spoke:

"Let me tell you something. Some people may not understand this. True Warriors are different from cultivators. They do not need spiritual roots to practice, but they can grow from a weak mortal to a second-, third-, or even fourth-level True Warrior in just a few decades. Now, there are even more than ten fifth-level True Warriors. Of course, they also have shortcomings. Although they grow very fast, their lifespan is no different from that of ordinary people. After more than a hundred years, even a fifth-level True Warrior will die of natural causes."

Qu Shentong's words immediately caused a stir in Chunyang Palace!
After all, the true warriors were far away overseas, and even some of the gods in the sect only heard about it occasionally and did not understand it in detail.

But now that they knew that these true warriors didn't even need spiritual roots, they immediately realized the huge potential danger it represented.

Xumi, who usually kept quiet, spoke first:
"Since this is the case, we will have to fight sooner or later. It is better to keep the enemy outside our continent to avoid the suffering of the people on our continent."

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

Zhao Feng looked at the unanimous opinion of the people in the hall, nodded slightly, and made a decision:
"In that case, let's go to Zhongshengzhou!" (End of this chapter)