The Demon with Holy Radiance-Chapter 138 - 123: Suggesting Suicide, Where is That Tree You’re Talking About?

It was that same faint ripple, like something had gently tapped on Yang An's brain.

He instructed the Corpse Slave to guard the main gate and turn away any visitors.

Yang An immediately immersed his consciousness into the faint light, arriving before the Tree of Flesh and Blood.

A single fruit had just grown on its branches—the one belonging to the Workshop Master, a mask with a striped pattern.

A new announcement came through!

"The container teleportation will begin in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Everyone, prepare as soon as possible!

Furthermore, because of the varying distances of each person from the teleportation point, I cannot lock onto a single destination. After you are teleported, you must be careful. Find each other and regroup before taking any action."

"Workshop Master, you're not going to teleport us right in front of that Corpse Transformation Realm Demon Fiend from the get-go, are you?"

Upon receiving the Workshop Master's message, a reply came in immediately.

"It's not impossible," the Workshop Master replied.

"..."

"However, while I can't lock onto a single teleportation point, I can do my best to ensure everyone arrives outside the Jueyun Sect, so don't worry too much.

If you're unlucky enough to encounter a Demon Fiend you can't handle right at the start, I suggest you kill yourself before it makes a move. Destroy the container and force your consciousness to return!"

The Workshop Master couldn't be certain it wouldn't happen as they feared, but he offered a viable solution.

Reading the messages on the Tree of Flesh and Blood, the corner of Yang An's mouth twitched, but he didn't send any questions of his own.

Soon, the time it takes for an incense stick to burn had passed.

When a fissure split open on the Tree of Flesh and Blood, revealing a faceless body, Yang An had mentally prepared himself. But in just an instant, his perspective shifted.

One moment he was in front of the Tree of Flesh and Blood watching the container appear; the next, he was inside it without any warning.

The shift in consciousness was too abrupt. What surprised him even more was the complete lack of discomfort. It was as if he had simply blinked and appeared in another place.

He didn't even feel the strangeness he'd imagined would come with suddenly switching to a new body.

He slowly raised his hand. Controlling this body felt completely natural, with no sense of awkwardness; it was practically identical to his own.

Even the acupoints in the physical body for condensing Mana via his Cultivation Technique were present and exactly the same.

Not only that, but this body was also equipped with the Bow Lady. The bronze-colored bracelet was on its right wrist, and even the Meat Burial Talisman was embedded in the flesh of its right hand.

He had thought that since the Meat Burial Talisman couldn't be removed, it wouldn't be brought along. He never expected it to be transferred to the container body as well.

If he didn't know this was a replicated, temporary body, Yang An would have thought it was his own.

The feeling was almost indistinguishable from being in his original body.

Soon after Yang An's consciousness transferred into the container, the trunk of the Tree of Flesh and Blood gradually closed. The once-bright scene quickly darkened, plunging him into pitch-blackness.

Suddenly, Yang An felt the ground vanish from beneath his feet as he plummeted downward.

In the darkness, he felt as if he were stuck in a narrow, constricting space. The surfaces pressing against his body were extremely soft and seemed to be coated in a slimy mucus as he continued to fall.

His speed increased, and Yang An could clearly feel the friction on his body as he slid through the long, narrow passage.

This bizarre sensation immediately made Yang An think of some unpleasant things.

An unknown amount of time passed. When a glimmer of light appeared below, Yang An found himself in mid-air, falling toward the ground from a height of a little over ten meters.

Yang An immediately looked up, trying to see where he had come from, but he saw nothing.

He adjusted his posture in time and landed steadily on the ground.

'Is this the area outside the Jueyun Sect?'

The moment he landed, Yang An surveyed his surroundings and extended his senses.

He was in a valley where the ground was overgrown with black weeds. The sky above was dark and gloomy, and he was surrounded by low hills and sparse woods.

But the trees and weeds were bizarre. They were covered in fine, black tendrils that writhed gently, like countless black worms.

It was quiet here. Yang An's senses detected no trace of any Demon Fiends, so it seemed to be a relatively safe place.

The Workshop Master had said before the teleportation that everyone's location would be different, so they needed to find each other and regroup as quickly as possible.

Thinking of this, Yang An reached up and touched his face.

Just as he was teleported here, a substance resembling keratin had formed on his face, creating what felt like a mask.

The mask had the appearance of a crane's head, with a long, sharp beak, white feathers, a red crown, and a Light Wheel above its head.

It was the exact image of the fruit he had condensed on the Tree of Flesh and Blood.

It seemed the Workshop Master didn't want the members of the Scripture Defector Association to know each other's identities. This must be a way to conceal who they were. It wasn't just him; the others should be the same.

Since his identity was hidden, Yang An felt more at ease.

The next problem was to find the Jueyun Sect. It would be best if he could find the others and regroup, but if not, he would have to think of another way.

The members of the Scripture Defector Association had all said this place was teeming with Demon Fiends. This was no place for Flying in the Sky, lest he attract the attention of Demon Fiends from above.

Yang An decided to first use a Body Technique to make his way out of the valley.

First, he would find the Jueyun Sect's location, and then he would check the Tree of Flesh and Blood for messages from the others.

Since breaking through to the Visceral Stone Realm, his speed had increased dramatically. In just a few blinks of an eye, he was already a kilometer away.

But just as Yang An was heading toward the valley entrance, a dozen or so bizarre auras suddenly appeared in his senses.

These auras seemed to materialize out of thin air, rushing toward him from all directions at extreme speed.

SHIING!

In an instant, Yang An activated the Great Brightness Buddha Golden Zen Spell. Dozens of rays of Golden Radiance swirled around him, intercepting everything that came at him and knocking it to the ground.

They were black fingers, a bit longer than human fingers. After being pierced by the Golden Radiance, they fell to the ground and quickly stopped moving.

At the same time, within Yang An's perception, these finger-like things immediately lost their aura, becoming no different from ordinary objects.

Frowning, Yang An activated the Treasure Light Glaze Purification Technique, which bathed him in a cyan glow, and continued on his way.

But at that moment, another black shadow suddenly appeared before him.

'Again!'

'There's no aura to detect at all. These things just seem to sprout out of nowhere.'

As soon as the black shadow appeared, Yang An could immediately sense its aura.

The black shadow quickly twisted into a humanoid shape and charged at Yang An, but before it could reach him, it was instantly riddled with holes by countless rays of Golden Radiance.

With a BANG, it exploded into countless fragments that scattered all over the ground.

This Demon Fiend's aura was very weak, barely at the Fake Food Realm. Yang An could destroy it with a casual flick of his wrist.

But this place was strange; the Demon Fiends appeared without a sound. He didn't pause for a moment and continued onward.

However, just as Yang An was about to reach the valley entrance and could see his way out, he suddenly felt his foot sink.

A black tentacle as thick as an arm had wrapped around his leg at some unknown point. A tremendous force suddenly pulled him to a halt.

The next moment, the countless long, thin black tendrils on the plants swarmed together like a dense mass of insects.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of Demon Fiend auras suddenly appeared in Yang An's senses!

It was as if the entire valley was made of these things. Their auras were even stronger than before, all at the level of the Fake Food Realm!

The instant Yang An was ensnared by the tentacle at his feet, these newly appeared Demon Fiends transformed into black shadows and all rushed toward him.

In a flash, it was an overwhelming tide. Yang An was immediately surrounded by all the pouncing shadows.

But just as these Demon Fiends were about to come within ten feet of Yang An, a brilliant white light erupted from his body.

In the blink of an eye, all the Demon Fiends rushing toward Yang An were turned to ash!

"Trash!"

A disdainful look crossed Yang An's face. The light faded, and his figure blurred into a shadow, speeding out of the valley in an instant.

After leaving the valley, the view finally opened up. Although the sky was still gloomy, Yang An's gaze was immediately drawn in one direction.

To his left, a mountain path led out to a plain.

There were almost no trees on the plain. Instead, a large number of buildings were visible. From a distance, however, all of them were shrouded in shadow, looking incredibly eerie.

'This is the Jueyun Sect?'

It did look like a Cultivation Sect, but it was more like a small, mortal city. Yang An couldn't sense any sign of life, nor could he perceive the aura of any Demon Fiends.

This damned place was crawling with Demon Fiends. Yang An decided to first find a relatively safe spot and check the Tree of Flesh and Blood for messages to see where the others were.

Soon, Yang An walked out onto the plain and found a spot free of those black, root-like tendrils. He quickly immersed his consciousness in the Tree of Flesh and Blood and immediately saw several new fruits of different shapes had appeared on it.

Broken Hand: "I've reached the outskirts of the Jueyun Sect. There's a very tall tree here, taller than all the others. It's covered in corpses. Everyone, gather here quickly!"

Black Egg: "I see it. Fellow Daoist, wait for me. I'm on my way."

Sheep Horn: "Almost there!"

White Bird: "I'm a bit far. Where is this tree you're talking about? Why can't I see it?"

Infant: "What tree? Isn't this a plain?"

Broken Hand: "The tree at the foot of this mountain! What plain? It's all mountains here. Where would a plain come from?"

Seeing the messages from the members of the Scripture Defector Association, Yang An immediately pulled his consciousness out of the Tree of Flesh and Blood.

'A tree?'

He scanned his surroundings again, looking at the plain before him. Apart from the few trees in the valley he had just left, there wasn't a single tree to be seen on this plain.

Let alone the tall, corpse-laden tree at the foot of a mountain that the other member described.

For a moment, Yang An couldn't help but fall deep in thought.