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What a massive tree!
Chen Xuan's eyes widened, filled with astonishment and disbelief. The towering tree stood at least fifty to sixty meters high, its branches sprawling outwards, casting a vast shadow over the ground. Just imagine how long it would burn if this enormous tree were set on fire! Chen Xuan marveled at the sight.
The towering tree appeared by Holy Spirit Lake, and suddenly, several thick branches drooped down, reaching into the lake. A loud gurgling sound echoed in his ears, as if an ancient beast were consuming the lake's water. Countless droplets of Holy Spirit Lake Water were swiftly absorbed into the body of the great tree.
After a few moments, the branches retracted. Yet, the vast Holy Spirit Lake showed no signs of change, as if its waters were endless.
Chen Xuan gazed up in wonder at the towering tree. As it absorbed the lake water, the already gigantic tree grew even taller by several meters. Its emerald leaves became even more vibrant, radiating life.
Feeling a surge of curiosity, Chen Xuan instinctively activated his Perception Technique and was met with a dazzling display of Ling Yun before him.
So powerful! Chen Xuan was taken aback; this Ling Yun was incredibly strong, rivaling that of gold! Of course, compared to the Ling Yun in the lake, there was still a difference.
Perception Technique? You, a mere mortal, actually know magic!
As Chen Xuan was lost in thought, a slightly annoyed voice broke through his reverie.
"You're making a fool of yourself with that pathetic Perception Technique. Your talent is truly lacking!"
Chen Xuan was taken aback, his teeth clenched in frustration.
Qing Yao chuckled mischievously, "Mortal, would you like the princess to teach you? I have a technique that's perfect for mortals; it could make you an Emperor!"
"Not interested!" Chen Xuan shot her an irritated glance.
"Really? You don't want it, mortal?" Qing Yao teased.
"That's enough!" Chen Xuan said, clearly annoyed. "What's wrong with being a mortal? Aren't you controlled by mortals yourself? Keep talking, and I'll lock you in the Chicken Coop!"
"You dare!" Qing Yao exclaimed angrily. "I would rather die than be with those lowly creatures!"
"Hmph! Then behave yourself!"
At his words, Qing Yao fell silent.
Chen Xuan smirked, feeling triumphant. So much for her sharp tongue; she was easily put in her place!
Just then, the dramatic change in their surroundings caught the attention of Jin He and the Watermelon Demon.
Furrowing their brows, they rushed in and looked up at the towering tree before them.
"What a massive tree!" the Watermelon Demon murmured.
"It's from the Qingmu Divine Clan," Jin He replied, his knowledge far surpassing that of the Watermelon Demon. He recognized the identity of the colossal tree immediately.
In a serious tone, he continued, "There are ten major races in the Demon Realm, and the Qingmu Divine Clan is one of them. I never expected even they would be captured. Has the Demon Realm already fallen?"
Worry etched across Jin He's face as he pondered this.
Suddenly, a thick branch from the towering tree drooped down and extended toward Chen Xuan.
A graceful voice slowly materialized from the branches, and it was Qing Yao. Dressed in green, she sat atop the branch, swinging her fair feet while gazing down with an indifferent expression.
She cast a glance at Jin and coldly remarked, "The situation isn't as dire as it seems; the Demon Realm and the Celestial Realm are still locked in a stalemate."
Jin raised an eyebrow, curious. "Then how did you end up captured?"
"Me?" Qing Yao shot him an exasperated look and replied icily, "You're a dignified Demon King with such strength, yet you were captured. Is it so strange that I, with lesser power, would also be taken?"
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