Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an's words were cut off before he could finish speaking.

"Young Master Yang can cultivate for as long as he wants, but we hope that you can share your gains with Tu Shan." Tu Shan Rongrong said solemnly. Even the smallest probability could come true, and she had to be wary of the possibility that Yang Ping'an might gain some enlightenment.

Yang Ping'an stared intently into Tu Shan Rongrong's eyes, trying to observe her expression, but he couldn't see anything. The condition of shared delivery seemed extremely harsh to Yang Ping'an; how could someone else take away the principles he had learned through his own efforts?

"This is Tu Shan's bottom line," Tu Shan Rongrong said firmly, her eyes narrowed.

"Okay." Yang Ping'an agreed to the request succinctly. He wouldn't tell outsiders what he had learned or what information he had discovered.

"Since we have reached an agreement, Young Master Yang, please do as you please." Tu Shan Rongrong frowned slightly. She had a bad feeling, but under the watchful eyes of Tu Shan, Yang Ping'an had no chance to damage the Bitter Love Tree.

Her demand for shared insights was merely for appearances' sake; at the very least, this condition would deter a significant number of people like Yang Ping'an. Even if someone were to have extraordinary luck and gain insight, Tu Shan would suffer no loss. No one understood the Bitter Love Tree better than the Tu Shan fox demons, and no one could sever the connection between the Red Thread Fairy and the Bitter Love Tree.

Yang Ping'an didn't reply. He carefully examined the branches of the Bitter Love Tree and found a flat, sturdy branch that was large enough to accommodate three carriages traveling side by side.

Tu Shan Rongrong and Tu Shan Honghong exchanged a glance. Tu Shan Honghong stayed at the Bitter Love Tree to look after Yang Ping'an, while Tu Shan Rongrong returned to the city to continue handling affairs.

Tu Shan Ya Ya was pulled away from the Bitter Love Tree by Tu Shan Rong Rong. She looked back at the Bitter Love Tree from afar and saw Yang Ping An leap up and fly to the branch, sitting cross-legged at the fork of the branch.

Yang Ping'an sat atop the Bitter Love Tree, calming his mind and circulating his internal energy. To outsiders, it appeared as if he were truly meditating and cultivating. However, this was not the case. Yang Ping'an's divine sense had already penetrated the Bitter Love Tree inch by inch, exploring its secrets along its thick branches.

Seeing that Yang Ping'an had entered a meditative state, Tu Shan Honghong watched him for a while and, finding no abnormalities, withdrew her gaze and began to cultivate the emotional power within the Bitter Love Tree. She was seething with anger, determined to surpass Yang Ping'an and teach him a lesson.

The hillside where the Bitter Love Tree stood gradually quieted down. Pink and purple petals bloomed among the lush green branches and leaves, verdant and lush, like a huge flower umbrella held up between heaven and earth.

Yang Ping'an's divine sense peeled away the mysterious veil of the Bitter Love Tree inch by inch along the veins of its branches. Colorful passion energy flowed through the veins of the Bitter Love Tree, occupying the channels that originally transported water and nutrients. The survival and growth of the Bitter Love Tree depended on this passion energy.

Yang Ping'an's divine sense penetrated deeper and deeper, and soon he found the source by following the flow of emotional energy. Looking at the ball of dark, colorful energy, and the tree roots rooted in that energy that were constantly drawing emotional energy from it, Yang Ping'an was dumbfounded.

Yang Ping'an's divine sense was attached to the Bitter Love Tree. He could clearly sense strands of emotional energy being absorbed and purified by the tree roots, and then transported to the thousands of branches and leaves through the veins between the trunk. That mottled black energy was a mixture of the seven human emotions: joy, anger, worry, thought, grief, fear, and shock. Countless emotions generated by humans and demons over the years were concentrated in that energy. Even a glance at it could arouse all kinds of decadent desires. Yang Ping'an guarded his mind, severing the desires in his heart, and looked at the pitch-black color with lingering fear.

Yang Ping'an continued to delve deeper with his divine sense, intending to try to find a connection between the Bitter Love Tree and the Underworld. He then discovered that the mottled emotional energy was not a clump, but rather the gnarled tree roots with only the entrance, the size of a well, visible above a deep pool. The still water surface resembled viscous asphalt, and the dark surface reflected the shimmering light from the veins of the tree roots.

Legend has it that in the primordial era there was a deep, dark sea of ​​blood, the final resting place of all filth in the primordial world. All malevolent energy flowed into this boundless sea of ​​blood. Wasn't this black pool, formed from the emotional power of reincarnated souls in the fox demon world, precisely the sea of ​​blood of this world? Yang Ping'an looked at the mottled emotional power constantly flowing into the deep pool from the boundless void and thought of the legends in another immeasurable world.

Legend has it that the Netherworld was created beneath the boundless sea of ​​blood in the primordial era, and the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Underworld, and the Yellow Springs of the Other Shore all appeared in the world along with the creation of the Netherworld.

Right now, Yang Ping'an is standing in front of a dark pool of emotional energy that resembles the Blood Sea. The Fox Demon World also contains many people and things similar to the Primordial World. All of this makes Yang Ping'an feel extremely apprehensive.

If Yang Ping'an wanted to continue exploring downwards, the Black Pool would be a problem he would have to face. The myriad mottled emotions in this world were undoubtedly the most deadly poison for cultivators, and no one except evil cultivators would want to be tainted by this power.

"Thank goodness you're here." Yang Ping'an waved his hand, and golden light illuminated the dark void beneath the tree roots.

The small, chaotic golden lotus spun smoothly. Yang Ping'an separated a portion of his divine consciousness and returned it to his body, leaping into the center of the lotus. The blooming petals naturally closed into a flower bud. Standing in the flower bud, Yang Ping'an felt very safe, protected on all sides by the golden lotus petals.

With a soft "plop," the golden lotus, like a golden mace, pierced through the viscous pool of emotional energy. Thank you for falling into the depths of the pool, leaving only a dark hole that was slowly healing. The energy from the golden lotus breaking through the pool didn't even create any more ripples.

Golden Lotus moved forward in the pitch-black space. Apart from the golden light and deep black before his eyes, Yang Ping'an could not see any other colors. The surroundings were silent, like a lost land, devoid of any human presence.

He didn't know how much time had passed. It felt like he was locked in a dark, sunless prison, where time seemed to have lost its meaning, and the oppressive atmosphere was almost driving him mad. Fortunately, Yang Ping'an's mind was firm and his mental strength was strong, allowing him to withstand this claustrophobic feeling.

In a daze, Yang Ping'an sensed the change in the outside world. The golden lotus bud seemed to have burst through a bubble and disappeared into another space. Yang Ping'an opened his eyes in surprise. Finally, the outside world was no longer pitch black; a dim light illuminated this strange space.

Yang Ping'an looked up and saw a small stone square at his feet, which could only accommodate about ten people. On the pillars in front of the square, a couplet was engraved: "The cause and effect of this life ends today, the love of three lifetimes continues in the next life." The area around the square was pitch black and empty, and behind the square was a bleak yellow dirt road.

It seems this is the final resting place for the souls of those who have been reincarnated and are continuing their karmic connection. Yang Ping'an pondered as he looked at the two lines of couplets and the twisted tree roots faintly visible above his head.

Yang Ping'an stepped on the golden lotus and slowly floated forward. Although Yang Ping'an was not afraid of the so-called Yellow Spring Clan, it was better to be cautious and play it safe, in case he crashed and lost face.

I like the myth of Da Luo, which started with the fox spirit.