Cultivating with Symbiosis Panel-Chapter 673 - 379: Help Me Ascend to the Heavens

What is that?

Wei Qingye hesitated for a moment.

But in the next breath, he saw amidst the bronze light, a cultivator with half black and half white hair, leaning on his sword, looking towards him.

The cultivator had an unmistakable sharp sword qi about him, standing out from the crowd. Even among the many cultivators Wei Qingye had met in his life, this one was unmatched in presence.

"Who are you?" Without hesitation, he directly asked, "Is there any way I can help Brother Li?"

His words had no hint of cordiality — this was typical for sword cultivators. At critical moments, who had time for pleasantries?

Besides.

If you don’t have the ability and still block me, beware I might unleash harsh words!

In any case, Wei Qingye was in a bad mood.

"Heh." The sword cultivator naturally understood Wei Qingye’s current mood, as he had once felt the same urgency, only to despair with no way forward.

He lived extra life spans.

He existed for extra days.

Every moment, constructing illusion realms with swordsmanship, mourning his old friends.

Thinking of this, his expression turned a bit cold.

He said to Wei Qingye: "You should have inherited some of the power from the Bronze God-Store, right?

As long as you’re willing to break through to Nascent Soul, you can borrow your future power. Whether it’s Divinity Transformation or Void Refinement, I don’t know, but it should be enough to help your friend."

After speaking.

His figure swiftly dissipated, leaving behind only a sword tassel woven from wheat ears, gleaming with undisguised yearning in Wei Qingye’s eyes.

Wei Qingye reached out to grasp the sword tassel.

He already felt that something was off with this senior, but it didn’t matter. For sword cultivators, the path of cultivation was filled with choices that required a price.

He had a premonition that this time, he would thoroughly enjoy himself.

"Brother Li."

"You truly are my good brother!"

"Following you always leads to exciting events."

After muttering to himself, Wei Qingye directly sat cross-legged and began refining the sword tassel.

...

Outside.

Li Ye’s divine sense had also invaded the Immortality tree.

How should I put it.

There was no need to concern with appeasing or communicating as before, just relentless pounding was enough.

As long as the consciousness of the Immortality tree was obliterated, it was a success.

When had the Immortality tree ever encountered something like this?

Although it had blurry spirit intelligence, it was essentially "chaotic," or unable to distinguish good from evil.

From its perspective, devouring nascent souls to nurture fruit was just fine, even aligning with its original purpose.

Longevity and long life.

Clearly, growing on it would lead to immortality; offering its fruits could prolong another’s life. Wasn’t this a good thing?

Why were these people storming at it like madmen?

Why...

Did that celestial being want to demonize it?

It felt very wronged, thinking it was nurturing the celestial being properly, intending to find a good host for him later, yet how could he, how dare he... treat me like this?

Treat me, the spirit root that opened heavens and earth, the treasured companion of Immortal Zhenyuan, the ancestor root of longevity, like this?

The more it thought, the more wronged it felt.

The more it thought, the angrier it became.

From its verdant branches, black flames emerged, burning everything around like an eruption of rage.

Yet it hated that celestial being the most.

So much so that it controlled the flames, solely seeking Li Ye’s presence — unable to capture Li Ye’s consciousness within its divine sense, it sought answers from outside.

It was at this moment.

Li Ye continued to walk leisurely.

Upon seeing the black flames, he withdrew his consciousness.

Opening his palm, a magnificent fire manifested there, pulsating like an eager heart, bursting with desire.

— It wanted to help Li Ye.

It knew that if it didn’t assist, its master, the father who brought it into this world, might encounter unsolvable troubles.

It was tribulation fire, born to destroy everything, to dance amid the ashes of a burning world, then extinguish in the shroud of eternal darkness.

But Li Ye sensed unease.

He had once prophesied that someday the tribulation fire would extinguish, now feeling this prophecy was near — if the tribulation fire were to be unleashed, it surely would come to pass.

Despite his efforts to restrain it.

It would happen.

This feeling was truly unpleasant, even worse than turning into a demon in the Qingguang Realm, using the Immortality tree as fuel, and trying to break the world’s barriers.

"Stay put."

"I’ll be fine."

Li Ye forced it back into the small world, even using the Five Elements Art to fortify its seal, ignoring its cries and flames.

He directly gazed at the heavenly dome.

His expression was frosty.

At this moment.

The previously bright heavenly dome was enveloped by dark clouds, and amidst the thunder and lightning, a vague giant hand could be glimpsed, extending a finger, ready to press down from the celestial clouds, crushing him like an ant.

Hmm.

That should be the "Hand of God."

A finger extended by the deity of the Qingguang Realm.

Even for Li Ye, whose power far exceeded ordinary nascent souls, there was still a hint of apprehension and trembling.

But it didn’t inspire fear; rather, it brought the thrill of standing before a ten-thousand-foot abyss, looking down and spreading his arms.

How long had it been since he last encountered a life-threatening situation?