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"After this war, you will be the hero of the clan, or even the entire demon clan. You will be the hero that stands at the top of the world!"

"I don't want to be a hero, a hero. My hands will be covered in blood. I just want to be like her and stop the bleeding."

"The wounds on your body can stop the bleeding, but what about your soul?" Jiao Xiang looked straight at Xing Gan, his aged face filled with determination. "She's my daughter. I'm very sad for her death, but she brought everything upon herself!" How many times had I warned her, and she had insisted, but what had she got in return? The curses she receives are much more than the gratitude she feels for her! "

"You are her father, but have you ever understood her?"

Xing Qian stood up as well, glaring angrily at Jiao Xiang. After a long moment, he turned his head and said in a low voice, "Give it to me. I will complete the mission."

Jiao Xiang paused for a moment, sighed, and waved the wooden staff in his hand. The wooden staff suddenly flashed, and the foot long vine quickly grew. After a few breaths' time, it had grown into a green tree about two feet long.

Jiao Xiang's figure moved and he slowly floated up. He extended his hand into the dense foliage of the tree, and a moment later, he took out a fruit. This fruit was very strange. It was the size of a fist and black in color, and there were lines on it. At a glance, it looked as if the fruit was divided into six parts.

A hint of pain flashed through Xing Qian's eyes as he saw the fruit. He suppressed his deep voice and asked, "Is this what you've been preparing for the past ten million years?"

"It wasn't prepared by me. It was the blood and sweat of all the dead members of our race. Other than you, no one else can control it this time. That's why I put forward such a condition to you, in order to prevent our clan from getting hurt again."

Xing Gan took a deep breath and reached out to grab the fruit, but stopped midway. A sliver of struggle appeared in his eyes.

"Think carefully, between your clansmen and your enemies, which side should you be on?"

With trembling hands, Xing Qian grabbed the fruit, opened his mouth, and swallowed it in one gulp. He then turned around and walked out of the tree hole without looking back.

Not far away from the cave was that man, beside him was Ah Mu, and there was also a cute little girl. Behind her were a few kids around seven to eight years old, almost sixty years old.

When the man saw Xing Qian come out, he quickly walked up to him and asked, "What? Are you sure you want to do that?"

Xing Gan nodded. "I've already agreed."

"Uncle Xing, the children …"

"Grandpa Xing …"

"Grandpa Xing …"

"Grandpa Xing …"

"… …"

The children shouted at the same time, their eyes full of attachment and respect.

A layer of mist immediately seeped into Xing Qian's eyes, but it quickly dried up. He smiled and stroked the heads of Ah Mu and the little girl. "Ah Mu, Little Tong, you're the oldest child here," he said. "Tell me. Will you miss me after I leave?"

"Yes, I will, I definitely will!"

The tears in Little Tong's and Ah Mu's eyes had almost flowed down as they understood that Xing Gan was going to leave.

"Grandpa Xing, you have to come back early."

"Yes, I will. As soon as I finish, I will rush back to see you."

The man's expression was pained. He pulled at Xing Gan's arm and frowned. "This sort of thing is even more painful for you than killing you. Just let me do it for you!"

Xing Qian shook his head with a smile. "No one else in the Tree Spirit Race except the patriarch and I can do this. How can you help me?"

The man let go of Qin Lie's hand in frustration. A trace of hatred flashed through his eyes as he looked toward the tree hole, but Xing Gan noticed.

"Don't hate him. He has no other choice. After I leave, you must take good care of them, continue to teach them, and fulfill our dreams."

"En!" The man nodded heavily. "When are you leaving?"

"Immediately."

The man exclaimed, "That fast?"

"Hmm, if I'm too late, I'm afraid I won't even be able to control myself."

Xing Gan glanced at the group of childish children one last time before smiling. He crouched down and softly said, "Grandpa Xing is about to leave, so no matter what I do in the future, remember to always remember what I've taught you and live well. In the end, can you sing that song and see Grandpa Xing off?"

Perhaps it was due to the man's pained expression that the children were able to guess what was going on. In the end, the children were unable to hold it in. Their faces were all covered in tears as they kept wiping and nodding their heads.

I stood up and left slowly. The man didn't see it, nor did Xing Qian. However, I saw an old face emerging from the tree hole. It was covered in tears.

"When the spring wind blew across the fields, the land was covered in green branches. The smile on your face became even more radiant, and you walked barefooted towards the direction of the rising sun. The men of the field laughed and asked, "Where are you going, you said, toward the cleanest world in your heart?" Green wind, dark blue water, heaven stage white clouds, I will never regret it. You used your life to step into every land, in exchange for our eternal peace … "

"… …"

There were still forty days until the true war between the immortals and the demons would begin. Forty days ago, Xing Gan had crossed a million black holes by himself and arrived at the northern border.

In front of him was a canyon. It looked extremely quiet, but with the impending war between Immortals and Demons, all countries were on high alert. There was no way this canyon would be as peaceful as it seemed on the surface.

Finally, he took out a small branch from his chest and gently tapped it. The branch expanded rapidly, and a moment later, it turned into a person that looked exactly like us. If it weren't for the lifeless look in his eyes, it would be hard to tell them apart.

After Xing Qian tapped the "person" on the forehead, he slowly sank into the ground. The ground didn't seem to have changed at all, as if it were all an illusion. Xing Gan and I slowly advanced while the "person" was on the ground.

Xing Gan was a tree spirit, and he moved slowly through the ground like a tree root. Not only was breaking through mud easy, it was also very quiet. Every so often, he would change directions, but after a few twists and turns, he suddenly stopped. "In the earth, there was actually a barrier that disappeared in a flash. The barrier was extremely transparent, almost invisible to the naked eye, and it disappeared in a flash, but Xing Qian and I were no ordinary people. Although it was a bit difficult, we could still see it clearly.

Now, I finally understood the function of that 'person' on the ground. That 'person' was clearly under his control, and could be considered my eyes, ears and feet. Xing Qian was constantly moving underground, but he was heading in the right direction. That barrier should have been the barrier set up by the Immortals on the ground. In order to prevent any scouts or surprise attacks from the demons, the explosion must have triggered the barrier.

Faced with the barrier, Xing Gan fell into deep thought. A moment later, he saw numerous roots extending from plants and trees. They slowly touched the barrier, easily penetrating it.

This barrier should only guard against demonic energy. These plants were controlled by Xing Qian and didn't have any essence to them, so they could pass through. If the demons wanted to pass through, they would trigger some kind of danger.

I was just guessing what method Xing Gan would use to get around this barrier, either by forcing himself to break it, but that would either expose his position, or continue to descend until he reached a place that wasn't covered by the barrier. Then, he would go around it, but Xing Gan slowly turned into a pile of dried wood.

A body transformed into grass and trees, completely concealing his own demonic qi and soul breath. Was this the unique cultivation method of the Tree Spirit race?

While I was still in shock, Xing Gan passed through the barrier and continued to move forward.

An unknown amount of time later, Xing Gan finally came to a stop. Instead, he took out another dry vine that resembled a tree root, took it, and landed on the ground in human form.

At this moment, Grandpa Sun's soul, instead of mine, was actually split in half. Half of it remained within Xing Gan's true body, the other half possessing the human form of the dried branch as it floated above the ground.

With my current realm, sneaking into the soul of his life is already considered to be an extremely weak point for me. If I continue to split the soul of his life, the only outcome will be his dissipation, maybe after I awaken my Shadow Soul, I would be able to split the soul again.

As Xing Gan's puppet rose to the surface, I saw sunlight once more, and this puppet looked just like an ordinary person. Even though it was a bit dull and far-fetched, its gaze was no different from an average person's. It seemed that this puppet was much better than the previous one.

At this moment, the puppet has appeared in the outskirts of the city. I don't believe that this is a coincidence, but rather that Xing Gan, as a Tree Spirit, would be able to understand the situation outside through the plants and vegetation on the ground.

The puppet stroked its own black hair and tied it into a knot. It looked no different from a farmer, and with large strides, it walked towards a town.

This way, the puppet would look like an ordinary little cultivator. With the support of the puppet's spirit energy, the puppet would look even more agile, just like a real person, and its speed would be much faster as well. In just a day and a night, they had arrived in front of a large city.

A name was written on the top of this city: Jinping City!

The great war was approaching. The Jinping City Guards were extremely heavily guarded, and immortal soldiers with silver armors and spears were everywhere. Their expressions were cold as they closely watched the passing cultivators!

I was shocked. What is this place? Why is it that the people walking on the streets are not mortals, but cultivators? When had the State of Di and even the State of Chen ever seen cultivators running all over the streets?

The puppet stopped in front of Gold Level City with an indifferent expression, but Xing Gan's eyes were filled with intense pain as he stood in the ground. He clenched his fists and dug his nails into his palms, his face full of struggle and helplessness.

What was his purpose in coming here? "If he agreed to Jiao Xiang's conditions, what exactly were his conditions?

Xing Gan, just what kind of person are you …