799: Chapter 211 Demonic Fruit Tree_2 799: Chapter 211 Demonic Fruit Tree_2 The Mystery Yellow Cave Sky opened abruptly this time, and none of the Demonic Fruits were ripe.
If they were simply allowed to fall, this group of beasts would have no hope of embarking on the path to demonhood and transforming into humans.
It would be a complete waste of a treeful of Demonic Fruits.
“Junior brother, if we impose the ban now, will the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky still open in thirty years?”
Having sealed the Demonic Fruit Tree, an old Taoist approached Xuanzhen, and it was indeed none other than Xuanquan, the scruffy old Taoist.
He simply came to pay respects to the Demonic Fruit Tree, but now he too was clad in a brand new Taoist robe, his face solemn, showing uncharacteristic gravity.
Xuanzhen Taoist shook his head, “No, it will be ninety years later.”
There is a set pattern to the opening of the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky, and the possibility of it deviating is virtually nonexistent.
Just because it opened early this time didn’t mean that subsequent openings would all be brought forward by thirty years.
“So, this batch of Demonic Fruits actually needs to grow for one hundred and twenty years before falling?” Xuanquan’s eyes brightened, “Junior brother, shall we…”
“We cannot!” Xuanzhen turned back to look seriously at Xuanquan, “Elder brother, we already owe the Demon Clan too much, the path of demons shall be decided by demons themselves; the Human Race must not interfere!”
The fate of the Demon Clan, whether for better or worse, success or failure, all is determined by themselves!
Such was the request of the Demon Emperor back then, regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, Guiwang Mountain promised!
Mystery Huang promised!
The All Heavens and Myriad Realms promised!
And so it shall remain unshakable!
Even if the Red Fruits fall, the Human Race must not partake.
For the Qingyuan Gate, Red Fruits are but legendary existences, things unseen and deemed impossible.
They are speculative.
But for Guiwang Mountain, every time Red Fruits descended, there were records.
Who obtained them, which Sect they joined, their achievements, all were recorded.
The most recent Red Fruit was claimed by Feng Liu of the Phoenix Clan, also known as Phoenix Chao Fei.
Aside from Yun Li, the other birds of the Phoenix Clan over these years were mundane birds that attained cultivation.
Phoenix Chao Fei also rose from a bird unable to satisfy its hunger to where it is today.
Further back, a lion had obtained a Red Fruit, but alas, it perished before it could ascend to the Stepping Sky Realm.
The cause of death was a mystery; not even Guiwang Mountain foresaw it.
The lion had only recently transformed into a human and had not yet entered a Sect before its fall.
Even further back…it was much longer ago, over seven hundred thousand years in the past.
Two Red Fruits descended at the same time, grown from the same stem, and were claimed by Ji Feixue.
Considering the Four Spirits Divine God Beast, it is only the Dragon Turtle Tribe that has not yet partaken of the Red Fruit.
But the Dragon Turtle Tribe has its own fortune.
Above them sits Thai Zu, suppressing the All Heavens and Myriad Realms, and below them are the Wasteland Ancestor and Gu Luo leading the troops.
Following closely was the emergence of White Spirit.
With White Spirit keeping a low profile and now another turtle emerging, Su He’s achievements are also foreseeable to be no less significant, as well as the little girl they at Guiwang Mountain have decided to assist.
With the Imperial’s Tao coming out of the Mystery Huang World, as long as they do not perish, they are destined to be among the top figures of the All Heavens and Myriad Realms.
Having or not having the Red Fruit seems less significant for the Dragon Turtle Tribe now.
Securing the fruit tree to prevent the Demonic Fruits from falling, the group from Guiwang Mountain once again bowed reverently before leaving this world.
The exit was right behind them; people were leaving in a single file, and upon exit, all seemed changed.
Xuanzhen still had the appearance of an old man with white hair and a youthful face, exuding an aura of a noble Taoist.
Xuanquan, on the other hand, had reverted back to his sloppy Taoist look.
Behind them, everyone else also changed their appearance, one with a qin on his back, one looking proud, one looking cold and detached…
there was even a blind man.
Once outside, they found themselves amid the undercurrents.
Taoist Xuanzhen unfolded a scroll above his head, partitioning the dark tide, preventing it from falling down.
Everyone looked back in bewilderment.
come out again?” Judging by their expressions, they seemed to have no memory of what just transpired.
Xuanquan leaned close to Xuanzhen with a constipated expression, “Junior brother…
before I ascend to the heavens, could you pass the mantle of Sect Leader to me once?
So that when I go in and come out, I retain my memory?
This heart-wrenching experience is torture!”
It felt as if they had partaken in some monumental event of the universe yet had not a single memory of it.
This was even more agonizing than not having participated at all.
Xuanzhen looked back at him with a touch of joy in his eyes, “Elder brother, don’t wait until you’re about to ascend.
Once we return to the Baiyun Palace, shall we proceed immediately with the Sect Leader inheritance ceremony?”
The transmission of Guiwang Mountain’s Sect Leader has always taken place in the Mystery Yellow Cave Heaven.
Upon hearing this, Xuanquan appeared as if he had just heard the scariest news in the world, shaking his head like a rattle drum, and without giving Xuanzhen another thought, he leapt into the Baiyun Palace.
Xuanzhen Taoist shook his head helplessly.
According to the traditions of Guiwang Mountain, it was his elder brother who should inherit the position of Sect Leader.
Xuanzhen Taoist chuckled and shook his head.
The scroll above transported everyone back to the Baiyun Palace.
He, however, did not follow them in, but instead headed into the depths of the dark tide.
The flying scroll passed over mountains and chased the moon, and soon the Baiyun Palace was out of sight.
Ahead of Xuanzhen, a Semi-finished Product Tao Field appeared, though incomplete without the radiance typical of a Tao Field.
Yet, one could tell from its scale that it was immensely grand.
It resembled an imperial palace, exuding extreme majesty.
But the palace was not yet finished.
With a flick of his fingers, Xuanzhen released two tripod supports, which began rotating around him like a Magical Treasure.
The tripod supports were the legs of a ding.
These two tripod supports looked familiar; Emperor Luan would recognize them at a glance as the two missing legs of the Mountain and River Ding that were in his possession.
How could the last emperor from the palace before the Sealed Emperor, fallen from grace, have the capability to split open the Mountain and River Ding?
If it were not for Guiwang Mountain lending a stealthy hand, that incompetent monarch would have had to leave the intact Mountain and River Ding to Emperor Luan.
Would not dying be even more unsettling?
For many years they were adversaries, for many years they were friends, and it was Guiwang Mountain who aided him.
The one who took action back then was the same master of Xuanzhen and the others.
These two tripod legs have been at Guiwang Mountain for one hundred and ten thousand years now.
For the past one hundred and ten thousand years, this Tao Field has nearly aligned itself with Guiwang Mountain.