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第一千二百三十八章 拔剑向若木

A massive black shadow surged like a flood, unstoppable and overwhelming. The yellow veins of the earth trembled instantly, turning dark as the ground was dyed by the shadows. A sharp explosion echoed from underground but was drowned out by the swarm of insects.

"Feeling the loss of one tentacle?" Lin Ling's eyes glinted with coldness.

"I can sever a thousand more for you," Wang Xuan smirked, understanding what she meant and cooperating to awaken the remaining fifteen insect swarms.

The entire black earth trembled slightly as the veins of the earth were thrown into chaos due to fear. A hunched old man's shadow appeared before them.

He looked at Lin Ling with a mix of terror and anger in his voice. "I came with good intentions, why do you harm me?"

Wang Xuan sized up this small, rather grotesque old man, finding it hard to connect him with the legendary ancient tree controlling the earth veins.

Lin Ling snorted derisively at the accusations. "Good intentions? I've followed my master for only a few years and have transformed from an ignorant, unaware consciousness into a formidable existence."

"How long have you been practicing? I could kill you in one thought!" Lin Ling's cold eyes locked onto the ancient tree as her wheel of transformation appeared, spinning rapidly.

The insects within the earth veins sensed something and responded in unison. Even without breaking free, the fifteen shadows grew significantly larger.

"Talk properly," the hunched old man panicked. But Lin Ling ignored him, pressing on: "Your mother tree is not mine. Your so-called turning from darkness to light is nothing but destroying my path!"

"Those who block my way will never rest until they are dead!" Lin Ling roared.

Wang Xuan chuckled and released another swarm of insects. The ancient tree's face changed dramatically, barely managing to speak before one leg was suddenly broken off, causing it to lose balance and fall to the ground.

"Sorry! It's all a misunderstanding! The mother tree is the source of all life in this world. Not just us spirits, even humans..."

Before the ancient tree could finish, another leg was severed by an insect swarm. The hunched old man looked up frantically.

"The source of all life? Where is it now?" Lin Ling sneered.

"Even if you're right, what does that matter?"

Lin Ling stepped forward and stood before the ancient tree. "Compared to my master..."

"Only a chicken or dog!" She stomped on the ancient tree's body with a green root sprouting from her feet.

The old man's shadow howled in pain. Despite being partially corrupted by Daoist insects, it still had enough strength to resist. But the ancient tree did not struggle.

It knew that what this young fellow said was true.

"What are these things..." The ancient tree's surface submission masked its secret attempts to counteract the strange black energy.

But this force was unlike anything in the earth veins of the Yellow Earth, leaving it helpless.

"Only a few disciples have such power. Who is their master? Could it be one of the great powers from ancient times? We've had no grudge against them, so why attack now? Is it to target..." The ancient tree's mind raced with possibilities.

But Lin Ling did not give the ancient tree much time to think.

"Those who adapt to circumstances are wise. Out of respect for our fellow spirit, I'll give you a chance. Surrender to our Great Dynasty, Great Qi!"

"If not, I won't hesitate to take your place as the earth vein's master!" Lin Ling said coldly, her aura filled with killing intent.

She extended green roots from her feet, merging with the black insect swarm like countless tentacles.

The pure green spread rapidly, turning the black into green. Lin Ling had become one with the insects, and they were part of her will.

Wherever Daoist's black flood went, it was where her will reached, becoming a part of her body.

If before, the ancient tree could have tried to reclaim its body by killing all the Daoist insects and purifying itself with earth veins. But now...

The ancient tree's face turned pale as it lost control over a part of its body. It sensed an unwelcome presence beside its original form, ready to devour what remained.

This feeling was terrifying, confirming Lin Ling's words were true.

Time was running out...

The ancient tree thought frantically. Surrendering to the Great Dynasty meant betraying his father.

The sinister face of Ruo Mu suddenly appeared before him, causing the ancient tree to shiver.

Its resolve to surrender vanished.

Just as it hesitated, a special intent from Lin Ling caught its attention.

"Ah?"

After careful consideration and recalling Ruo Mu's increasingly erratic behavior recently, the ancient tree decided.

"I will submit..."

Lin Ling glanced at it. The ancient tree paused, changing its mind: "I will submit to the Great Dynasty."

Wang Xuan stared suspiciously at the ancient tree, while Lin Ling ordered them to go see their master.

The ancient tree, sensing the insects still watching him, reluctantly agreed and appeared in a solid form.

Following Wang Xuan and Lin Ling obediently. They arrived at the small world of Great Qi without incident.

Various deep, incomprehensible auras from all directions made the ancient tree feel on edge.

Two disciples could easily subdue it, let alone the Holy Emperor of Great Qi.

Before the throne, the ancient tree's submission was obvious.

After falling into the golden source power net of the Holy Emperor and becoming his servant, the ancient tree revealed everything it knew about Ruo Mu to save its life.

"Your Majesty, I have exposed my father's aura. He will sense this soon. The key is speed," the ancient tree, having surrendered completely, offered advice to Li Ping.

"I see your point. So, I'm on my way."

Li Ping's voice came from above, but what shocked the ancient tree was that the faceless Holy Emperor had already faded and disappeared.

The ancient tree couldn't even sense when he left.

"The power of the Holy Emperor is truly unfathomable, surpassing even a father..."

"Hmph. Old madman, you're in for it now."

For some reason, the ancient tree felt somewhat excited.

Outside the throne room,

Wang Xuan looked at Lin Ling, hesitating to speak.

"Say what's on your mind. I'm afraid I'll draw my sword if you keep staring at me like that," Wang Xuan said nervously.

Lin Ling's sudden words startled him. He scratched his head and looked at his sister. Without hesitation, he asked: "At the critical moment of persuading the ancient tree to surrender, what did you say to it?"

Lin Ling gave a 'boring question' expression.

"Just told it that if it surrendered, I could form an alliance with it," she said dismissively.

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