Fellow Daoist! That scoundrel has written a new book again.

Chapter 219 Lake Feidu

Zilong smiled and said:

"It's not just about helping us; whether Xiao Yezi can recover and whether her cultivation can be restored are also related to this matter."

Zhu Wuyao nodded.

It seems I have no choice but to help.

She had been wondering if she was being overly suspicious and judging others by her own petty standards.

But now, this demon clan's purple dragon has finally revealed his true intentions.

Zhu Wuyao had tied Ye Xiaozhou's safety to the task at hand, leaving her no choice but to agree or refuse.

Please elaborate.

"Honored guest, how about you come with me to visit the sacred land of the demon race?"

Zi Long rose gracefully and made an inviting gesture, as if he did not consider Zhu Wuyao an outsider.

Holy Land of the Demon Race?

Zhu Wuyao frowned almost imperceptibly.

Is this a place where a stranger like her, visiting for the first time, could go?

Let alone the sacred land of the demon race, Zhu Wuyao has never even entered the Star-Picking Tower itself. What merit does she have to be allowed to enter the sacred land of the demon race?

Is there a risk of being silenced afterwards?

Seemingly sensing Zhu Wuyao's hesitation, Zilong smiled slightly and said:

"Little Leaf has also been there to play. Not only that, other people from your human race have also set foot there. It's not some place that outsiders can't see."

I hope that your doubts about not being invited will not be dispelled.

However, given that Ye Xiaozhou's safety was at stake and this was the demon race's home ground, she, a cultivator in the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, had no choice but to accept the offer.

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The sights she encountered along the way were vastly different from what Zhu Wuyao had imagined.

She had assumed that Shiryu had transformed into human form and appeared so delicate and beautiful in order to facilitate communication and lower her guard.

Therefore, in Zhu Wuyao's imagination, walking on the territory of the demon race should be similar to visiting a zoo.

You can even see many rare and exotic animals.

She kept reminding herself not to look around rudely out of curiosity.

But even though they were almost at the sacred land of the demon race, Zhu Wuyao had not seen a single demon in its original form.

Instead, they all consider themselves human.

She thought for a moment and asked tactfully:

"Why don't you reveal your true forms? Is it because you don't like it?"

Zilong, who was leading the way, paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"It's because Heaven favors the human race."

Whether it was Zhu Wuyao's imagination or not, she seemed to detect a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

Heaven favors humanity...

Zhu Wuyao had never heard of such a statement.

Moreover, in her mind, the Way of Heaven is more like a system that maintains the operation of the world, cold and ruthless, dedicated to eliminating all bugs, without any moral stance, and certainly not with any "preferences".

This includes the Xuancheng Lord whom I met not long ago.

In Zhu Wuyao's view, it was just a matter of timing and luck.

Fortune ebbs and flows, and it just so happens that he happened to be standing at the crest of the wave.

As for people like her and Ye Xiaozhou, who are "unlucky by Heaven," their attempt to defy the ebb and flow of the tide and leap out of the vast ocean will inevitably result in them being swept away by the oncoming giant waves.

If Heaven favors humanity, it sounds like a good thing.

But this also shows that there is a problem with the Way of Heaven itself.

Before she could ask any further questions, the scene before her suddenly became clear.

In the blink of an eye, the clouds and mist dispersed, revealing the sacred land of the demon race nestled in a vast and tranquil valley, embraced by countless towering mountains that seemed about to topple over, giving people an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The space here is vast, yet for no reason does it feel cramped, causing a feeling of tightness in the chest and shortness of breath.

The creations of the demon race are rugged and ancient, yet magnificent in scale.

Stone pillars, made of piled-up boulders, stand all around, with moss creeping up their surface, blending into the surrounding environment and giving people a solemn and desolate feeling.

There are reliefs on the stone pillars.

The images depict various mythical creatures: a serpent transforming into a dragon, a bear roaring and a phoenix singing, a fox born with nine tails, a tiger howling in the forest, a white deer roaming the mountains... all sketched with just a few strokes, extremely simple yet lifelike, allowing one to immediately discern what kind of creature was depicted.

I was suddenly reminded of the purple aura atop the Star-Picking Tower.

"This lake is called Feidu Lake, and it is the center of the sacred land of my demon race."

Following the direction indicated by Zi Long, Zhu Wuyao saw a lake surrounded by stone pillars in the center.

The lake water is as clear as a silver mirror, with shimmering light. If you gaze at it for a long time, it seems as if your soul will be drawn in. It is more like a still pool that has been frozen in time and never flowed.

"Is this place related to Ye Xiaozhou's recovery? Is she here?"

"She is in this lake."

Zhu Wuyao looked down.

The surface of Feidu Lake resembles gently rippling mercury, impenetrable to the naked eye.

There must be something more mysterious about it.

She recalled Elder Bai's water mirror during the Star-Picking Tower disciple assessment, and Zhu Wuyao suddenly asked:

"Who was the last human predecessor to enter the Holy Land?"

The hem of Zilong's skirt trailed on the ground without touching the dust. As she moved, she was like a purple cloud drifting and rising, light and graceful.

She turned to look at Lake Feidu and said:

"You may have heard of that person's name. She is known as Qi Suowei, and was once called a Sword Immortal among your human race. It is rumored that she has the potential to break the shackles that prevent anyone from reaching the Divine Transformation Realm."

Zilong smiled and continued:

"And that's not just a rumor."

Zhu Wuyao had indeed heard of this name before.

While at the Star-Picking Tower, Hua Yingting always loved to sneak into the library, where he came across many strange and interesting stories.

I talked to her about many things during casual conversations.

What about the dignified Sword Master dying from bee venom, the Sword Immortal dying from the betrayal of the demon race, and even some arrogant fool proposing to the Heavenly Dao and ultimately being struck down by lightning...?

So, that sword immortal really was related to the demon race?

In the legends of the martial arts world, some say that Qi Jianxian fought alone against a group of demons and eventually died from exhaustion; others say that she explored a secret realm with the demon race, but the demon race betrayed her and eventually trapped and killed her.

Regardless of which version is used, the common point is—

Qi Suowei died at the hands of the demon race.

This……

Zilong chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm:

"Words are like knives. How could my demon race be such treacherous people? The rumors are boiling over because people can't accept that their sword immortal has fallen in love with our demon race's demon lord!"

Zhu Wuyao suddenly opened his eyes wide.

No.

Not only can they not accept it, but I can't accept it either.

Are you saying that a sword immortal with the potential to reach the Divine Transformation Realm, unparalleled in history, brought about her own destruction because she fell in love with a demon lord from another race?!

This is even more outrageous than the stories she wrote!

Purple Dragon seemed to sigh deeply, and continued:

"That demon lord, like Xiao Yezi, was seriously injured and on the verge of death. Only our demon race's Feidu Lake can prolong his life."

"To activate the power of Feidu Lake, a second person needs to enter and make the lake water flow again."

Zhu Wuyao found it somewhat outrageous and interrupted:

"Wait, you mean—you think I can do what even the almost-divine Sword Immortal Qi couldn't do?"

“That’s right!” Zilong’s tone seemed a little excited, but he returned to calm in the next moment.

She transformed back into her gentle and graceful self, smiling as she said:

"Because you, like Ye Xiaozhou, have no family ties and are like duckweed, severing your roots in this world."

"You are like birds with nowhere to land, just like that famous Sword Immortal Qi... Ha..."