Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World

Chapter 1455: Chapter 675: Tree of Eternal Life, Strange Resurrection

Obviously, the worries of the Primordial Talisman Sect did not come to pass.

This time, the Mahayana Cultivators of the Ten Ancient Major Sects did not launch a large-scale invasion of the Void Realm.

Each of them is cunning and sly, terribly afraid of death.

Without thoroughly understanding the realities of the Void Realm, they would not rashly enter.

After all, for Mahayana Cultivators, the myriad opportunities in the Mortal World hold no meaning for them anymore.

They only wish to achieve one goal, which is to smuggle into the Immortal Realm and become an Immortal.

As for other opportunities, they are dispensable.

After all, for them, if they cannot become Immortal, it is just a matter of time before they face death.

Even if they dominate the Void Realm, what meaning does it hold, only a flower in the mist, a moon in the water.

However, terrifying calamities are indeed brewing deep within the Void Realm.

At this moment, deep in the Void Realm, in a certain origin space.

Heaven and earth are already dead silent, the sun and moon are without light, the sky is as dark as ink, the entire land barren, devoid of any life, even the wind carries a piercing cold and decaying aura.

In the center of this extremely desolate world, stands a supreme Demon Tree that defies Heaven, steals longevity.

It is not a natural tree, but an evil lifeform condensed from resentments, curses, withered bones, and the world’s origins.

The tree’s roots number in the billions, as thick as mountains, as thin as strands of hair, black as ancient dark iron, twisted and coiled, like countless giant serpents, demon claws, corpse muscles interwoven to form an underground ocean.

Its roots penetrate deep into the world’s core, madly absorbing the innate essence, Dao origin, and earth vein Dragon Qi since the creation of heaven and earth.

Each pulse is like a heartbeat, forcibly extracting, devouring, and refining the vitality of the entire world.

Beneath the earth are only the desiccated bodies of living creatures, shattered Divine Souls, withered Dao Foundations.

Where the roots pass, vitality turns to desolation, Spiritual Qi to foul mist, and the Dao to curses.

Beneath the Demon Tree, there is no soil, only white bones.

Layer upon layer, endless piles of dry bones, skulls, remains, and skeletons spread from the tree roots to the four extremes of heaven and earth, piling into mountains, covering oceans.

Human bones, demon bones, magic bones, Immortal bones, Divine Beast bones, bones of Ancient Great Powers... all living beings that come near are drained of flesh and Divine Souls, leaving only ghastly white bones.

Skulls lie densely, eye sockets dark and deep, emptily gazing at the Demon Tree, as if eternally wailing, repenting, despairing.

From the seams of the bones seep dark green and jet-black wicked blood, exuding an aura of decay, death, curses.

There are no living beings here, only dead objects enslaved by the Demon Tree.

The trunk towers ten thousand feet, piercing the shattered firmament, too thick to measure.

The outer bark is not wooden, but a grotesque material resembling corpse skin, decaying flesh, evil crystals combined, colored in shades of ashen gray, ghostly black, dark purple, emitting a cold sheen.

The bark is cracked, wrinkled, squirming, as if countless things crawling madly beneath the skin.

What is truly terrifying is the inside of the trunk—

The trunk is not solid wood, but a semi-transparent malevolent crystal, filled with:

Rolling thick black mist

Wailing remnants of souls

Distorted struggling grudges

Fragmented shackled Dao pieces

Countless pitch-black sinister runes, spontaneously emerging, squirming, flashing, maneuvering from the heart of the tree.

The runes are twisted, malevolent, non-human, non-Dao, not belonging to the orthodox heavens and earth but are Demon Dao’s supreme runes of devouring, annihilation, soul-stealing, decay, curse, parasitism.

Among the runes, entwined are grander, ancient, horrifying bizarre Dao patterns.

These Dao patterns like blood like ink, like tendons like veins, penetrate the entire Demon Tree, forming its Dao foundation, its evil Dao Laws.

Every Dao pattern circulation triggers heaven and earth rules’ collapse, vitality’s dissipation, death’s descent.

These runes and Dao patterns are not inscribed but grown.

They live within the tree, brightening with its breath, shining with its devour, exuding a terror that chills Divine Souls, shattering Dao Hearts.

Branches twist menacingly, like countless ghostly hands, Demon Claws, skeletal arms reaching in all directions, obscuring the sky, blocking all light.

Leaves black as ink, thin as remnants of souls, edges sharp as knives, leaves also inscribed with tiny runes.

Moving without wind, making rustling sounds—like the whispers of billions of skeletons.

Falling leaves do not nourish the earth but release deathly black mist:

Where the black mist passes, metal and stone melt, living beings dissolve, Divine Souls decay, Dao dims.

It bears no fruit, only sinister buds, containing the devoured essence of creatures and remnants of souls, slowly melting, becoming nourishment for the Demon Tree.

This tree is named Longevity, yet it is the ultimate demon.

Feeding on world origins

Using the white bones of billions of lives as soil

With grotesque runes as vein systems

Cursed Dao patterns as its grand path

Limitless remnants of souls as its blood

With a nature to devour all vitality

It creates no life, only plunders life.

Nourishes not the heavens, only decays the heavens.

Does not follow Heavenly Dao, only follows devouring and annihilation.

Approach it, and Immortals and Buddhas fall, gods and demons decay, life turns to bone, all laws return to silence.

This is a supreme Demon Tree born of the apocalypse, feeding on all heavens, covered in bizarre runes and Dao patterns, with boundless white bones at its feet.

—The Immortal Tree of Longevity is death itself.

”Haha, it’s done, we finally succeeded, finally advancing the Spiritual Energy Revival of the Void Realm ahead of time, from now on, the Heavenly Dao of the Void Realm can no longer suppress our actions.”

A strange being laughed wildly, feeling incomparably joyful.

Previously, the Heavenly Dao of the Void Realm had completely sealed them in this void, making it impossible for them to leave.