Monsters Die When Killed

Wang Zhong’s former unit frequently collaborated with Transcendents from the Thunder Department. That was the very reason he had been chosen for this mission, with the Action Team already having three Transcendents skilled in Thunder Techniques: the Daoist Saint, Su Zhou, and Zhang Fucheng.

Zhang Fucheng began his technique as well. He pulled out an exceptionally large shotgun and loaded it with five shells, each glowing with a different color and type of Spiritual Light. Then, just like that, without aiming at all, he fired indiscriminately into the area ahead.

BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM—five consecutive gunshots rang out. Five shotgun blasts, each imbued with Thunder Technique, rained down upon the Spirit Beasts’ formation. In ancient times, the Thunder Strike Dao Technique required a great drum and an altar to perform. But now, thanks to technological progress, the gunpowder in a shell was the drum, the gun’s chamber was the altar, and pulling the trigger was the ritual. It wasn’t nearly so complicated anymore.

The so-called modernization was, in essence, simplification. Making it possible for Cultivators to use their techniques without hassle or fatigue—that was the way of the future.

Their Guard Team was now counterattacking. The Spirit Beasts unleashed their Lifebound Techniques one after another, which came howling through the air. Flames ignited the atmosphere, and Thunder Light flared like stars. But Liu Wuxin stood at the very front. The Spiritual Martial Cultivator brandished what looked like a baseball bat, only it was a giant iron rod three times as thick. With a casual swing, he unleashed an explosive burst of intensely condensed Life Spiritual Light, snuffing out the incoming Magic Techniques. He even batted them back toward their casters like home runs.

"Giving them a taste of their own medicine. That’s the Mystical Technique of using four ounces to move a thousand pounds," he declared. But heaven knew what any of this had to do with leveraging a small force—it was pure, unadulterated brute strength.

Then again, maybe developing that kind of brute force was its own form of martial refinement.

"AAAAAH—"

By now, the Sun Saint Beetle had broken free of all the Spirit Techniques. The Divine Beast finally closed in on the Void Domain surrounding the Great Roc Golden-winged Bird. Its body was covered in crackling Thunder Light, scorched marks and bullet holes from sniper rifles, and even the lingering ashes from a bombardment of talismanic magic. It was clear this Extraordinary Peak Sacred Beetle was genuinely powerful, having somehow weathered the Zhengguo Action Team’s first concentrated volley.

But even so, the Sun Saint Beetle was completely stunned by the assault. It hadn’t noticed that its guard detail had been almost completely wiped out. The last beetle standing, it was still single-mindedly trying to charge the Great Roc Golden-winged Bird.

But what greeted it was a look of pity in Jin Qiong’s eyes.

"You should have run earlier, shouldn’t you?"

It heard the Divine Bird sigh, shaking its head. "Or if you’d been injured by the earlier attacks and forced down—we didn’t have any particular desire to kill you."

"That’s where you’re wrong."

Just then, a figure radiating a bluish-purple Spiritual Light appeared.

Countless Gale Seeds floated around Su Zhou. The Gale had formed a massive Gale Shield, protecting the area around Jin Qiong. Together with Liu Wuxin, he blocked all incoming attacks.

Then, the young man raised his hand, aiming toward the Sun Saint Beetle. He opened his palm, then made a grasping motion in the empty air.

In that instant, the endless gale that had served as a defense condensed into a giant, illusory arm. Each shimmering Gale Seed became a focal point, erupting with the force of thousands of tons.

And just like that, it seized the utterly astonished Sacred Beetle just as it was about to flee.

Su Zhou’s calm voice drifted over. "If I happen not to cross paths with these pure-black Evil Souls, so be it. But if I do, I will hunt them to the ends of the earth and grind them to dust."

’—Back then, I wondered why the Peacock’s Evil Soul was so pitch-black. I’d assumed it was because of their attempt to invade Earth, an inherent sin from my perspective.’

’But now, from what I’ve seen on this journey, it seems the entire Beast God Realm, all its Divine Beasts... they’re all part of the same pitch-black hierarchy.’

"’V-Venerable Lord... Sp-Spare me...’ Crushed in Su Zhou’s grasp, the Sacred Beetle struggled and groaned. Fights between Divine Beast Venerable Masters were never fatal; it had assumed this time would be no different. That was the only reason it thought it had survived this long."

KRAK.

Su Zhou used the gale-forged arm to crush the Sacred Beetle in midair. The Extraordinary Sacred Beetle’s nearly thousand-degree golden bodily fluids burst forth, scattering on the wind. Then, with an expressionless, grinding motion, Su Zhou used a force comparable to a massive hydraulic press to pulverize the entire Sacred Beetle, scattering its ashes thousands of meters up in the sky.

He was a man of his word.

Nobody paid any mind to this matter. The Daoist Saint didn’t even glance at the scene.

"Jin Qiong, please descend," the old man said. "Chengde, we need to assess the vitality of the Tree of Life as quickly as possible."

"Ross Country and the American Federation have already begun to strike from the rear, creating a diversion for us. We must complete our mission with the utmost speed, then turn back to support them."

"Yes, sir." The Agricultural Saint’s disciple answered obediently. Jin Qiong also began to descend rapidly. The Zhengguo Action Team, with the utmost speed and efficiency, landed at the base of the Tree of Life’s trunk—a place that even the Divine Beasts of the Beast God Realm rarely visited.

Soon, at the base of a trunk so massive it looked like a wall sealing off the sky, they had set up their equipment. In less than ten minutes, a simple yet meticulously complete array and its auxiliary instruments were in place. Lin Chengde stood at the center of the regular dodecagonal array, which glowed with a turquoise Spiritual Light.

Under the glow of the Spiritual Light, the flesh and blood of this seemingly gentle man began to transform, bit by bit, into a network of roots and leaves.

That was Lin Chengde’s Dao Mimic True Body—the Ruo Wood Immortal Body.

How can one truly understand a plant? Researchers in agriculture and botany often wrestle with this question. They constantly encounter inexplicable phenomena and results that cannot be replicated. They crossbreed and selectively breed time and time again, yet always struggle to achieve their desired outcome.

How to understand a plant? Naturally, you must communicate with it.

And how do you communicate with a plant?

The answer is quite simple.

You become a plant yourself.

"I am beginning to communicate... Protect me."

Having transformed into a small tree, Lin Chengde put down his roots in the center of the array—then, bit by bit, cautiously, he began to touch the root system of the Tree of Life, probing the great tree’s vitality in the gentlest, least provocative way possible.

And the Tree of Life, its remnants seeming to prop up heaven and earth, silently watched over it all, watching over this world.

A Gale howled between heaven and earth, yet the tree remained motionless.

Just as it had for the past several thousand years.

Utterly motionless.

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