Chapter 1614: Tree House Prison Uncle and the Pillar, Tree Mother Self-Excises Divine Infant Wish

“Hiss——”

In the pitch-black darkness, another shrill, desolate shriek suddenly echoed, filled with immense pain.

This should be the third one.

In an instant, the surrounding tree branches crackled, suggesting that countless more had broken.

“Sizzle…”

Purple electric light flickered, dimly illuminating the darkness, outlining a sealed, cramped treehouse cage environment all around.

Dead branches, dead branches, still dead branches!

The winding, coiling black dead branches wrapped around the surroundings tightly, leaving only enough space to barely shift one’s buttocks.

“Thump! Thump!”

The purple electricity quickly faded.

In the darkness, an increasingly rapid heartbeat sounded.

Suddenly, as if resisting fear, a trembling, muffled voice erupted, directly cracking:

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born to be so?”

Purple electricity burst forth abruptly.

Within the dark branches around, the suddenly restored vitality was scorched by the electricity, turning them back into dead branches.

Cao Er-zhu abruptly raised his head in the treehouse cage, tears in his eyes, his lips trembling. His gaze seemed to penetrate outside the house as he roared to combat his inner fear:

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born to be so?!”

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born to be so?!”

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers…”

Swish, swish, swish.

The black dead branches seemed startled by his madness, retreating slightly and making a bit of space.

Cao Er-zhu was originally in a cross-legged meditation posture. Seeing this, he tried to push his luck, shouting “Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers…” while attempting to stand up, choosing to break through the treehouse and escape.

Swish, swish, swish!

The branches pressed in again, scaring him back into his meditating and cultivating posture. His voice volume again rose:

“Born to be so?!”

“Are you born to be so?!”

“I advise you not to come in, or else, are you born to be so?!”

The tips of the black branches pointed slightly towards him, as if hesitating whether to attack.

Suddenly, another voice, deep and solemn, appeared in Cao Er-zhu’s still vocal throat:

“Scram.”

In an instant, all the branches lost their vitality, falling to the ground, daring not to move.

“Born to be so, born to be so… Huhu!”

Cao Er-zhu panted, his throat raw from shouting. Seeing that the ancestral tree branches hadn't attacked him with whips this time, he finally relaxed.

The treehouse cage was his prison, but also a protective cage – at least he couldn't see outside, which meant less fear.

Cao Er-zhu had been in the Thirty-third Heaven for a long time!

So long that he had completely forgotten how many days had passed in the outside world.

Originally, when he heard them say, “Ascend three realms to see the true name,” he believed it, tried it, and easily ascended.

However, after arriving here, he didn't see any Zhan Shen Guan Ran Ming, nor did he receive any inheritance.

Instead, Cao Er-zhu saw a purple monster, a beautiful woman, and a bald, muscular man.

The two sides fought a great battle.

Afterward, he was locked in this treehouse.

Cao Er-zhu had no idea what was happening outside, or in the lower realms, during this time. He only knew that every time the purple monster, called “Xie Shen,” outside shrieked, this treehouse would attack him.

The treehouse belonged to the beautiful woman; she should be protecting the purple monster.

Of course, what posed a threat to the purple monster wasn't himself, but mainly…

“Uncle!”

Cao Er-zhu’s inner voice began to wail: “How long do I have to maintain this ‘Jin Shi Zhan Yin’ posture?”

“Wait.” The uncle’s voice was reassuring.

“But how long exactly do I have to wait? I can’t get out, and my father will be angry… Why don’t you let them kill me? My father will come to save me if my life is in danger.”

“Don’t talk.”

“But I have to know why it’s screaming, why that tree mother keeps attacking us, and isn’t this the Thirty-third Heaven? Why isn't the Zhan Shen Guan protecting us? Where is he?”

Uncle fell silent.

This time, Cao Er-zhu chose to get to the bottom of it: “Tell me, Uncle, I’m not a child anymore. I want to know the truth. I can help.”

Uncle’s silence was deafening.

After a long pause, Cao Er-zhu finally heard him reply:

“Your uncle, I, actually don’t know either…”

Don’t adults usually know things if they just think about it?

Uncle, please think about it! Like Xiao Shou Ge, he gets lots of ideas just by thinking!

Cao Er-zhu opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything. Could it be that Uncle and he were the same type?

Brain-dumb?

Cao Er-zhu suddenly missed Xiao Shou Ge so much.

He never thought that the time he couldn’t talk to Xiao Shou Ge in the First Heaven would be their last meeting…

Indeed, goodbyes should have a ritual. The book said that every farewell in life should be grand, treated as the last farewell, so that if you never see each other again, you won’t regret it…

Would Uncle have any regrets? He also encountered an accident. He should also have people he wanted to say goodbye to. Uncle is so old, he must have been through so much, and he should have children too. His children would be very sad if they knew Uncle was trapped inside my body…

When we meet, if his children call me Dad, should I agree, or agree…

“Don’t talk.”

“Uncle, I wasn’t talking, was I?”

“Don’t think. You’re noisy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Uncle.”

Cao Er-zhu’s wandering thoughts were abruptly cut short by apology.

After emptying his mind for a while, he couldn’t bear the oppressive environment of the treehouse anymore and asked, “Uncle, what is our relationship now?”

Uncle likes to be silent…

This kind of relationship, where he's residing in me and can hear my thoughts, seems to be what Old Immortal Mei called the ghost-beast relationship…

But Uncle is human, how could he become a ghost-beast? Sigh, I shouldn’t have let Uncle enter my body then. If Dad found out, he’d definitely scold me. He wouldn’t even let me touch that strange uncle’s handshake pattern…

“Noisy.”

“Oh, oh, sorry, Uncle, I…”

“Have you finished comprehending the Seven Constellations, just to be daydreaming? Don’t you have time to cultivate instead of thinking idle thoughts?”

“I finished comprehending them.”

“Then comprehend the Six Paths!”

“Also finished comprehending them.”

Uncle, you’re silent again. What are you thinking?

By the way, this is unfair to me. He's a ghost-beast so he can hear my thoughts, but I'm the host so I can't?

“I’m not a ghost-beast.”

“Huh? Uncle, you heard that again? I didn’t mean…”

“Now, it’s a soul co-existence mode of the Hell Dao. I am the primary, you are the secondary, temporarily borrowing your physical body. When I get out, I’ll take some of Xu Xiao Shou’s medicine to restore my physical body and will naturally leave you… You’ve comprehended all Six Paths, can’t you expand your thoughts yourself and consider your current state?”

“Oh, oh, so that’s how it is.”

So fierce, just like Dad, whenever it comes to cultivation.

Also, Uncle knows Xiao Shou Ge?

Xiao Shou Ge has so many friends…

“You’ve seen me use the ‘Four Sacrifices’ before, right? That technique from earlier, when I sacrificed my physical body to fight the Sui Yin Xie Shen, is called ‘She Shen’ (Body Sacrifice). That’s why I need to co-exist with your soul now.”

“Mhm, what does Uncle mean by this?”

“You comprehend so quickly. I will pass my insights to you; comprehend them all. At a critical moment, it might come in handy.”

“Okay, Uncle.”

Swish, swish, swish.

Just as they were conversing, the branches at the front of the cramped treehouse stirred again. Cao Er-zhu was so startled that he opened his eyes, purple electricity crackling and exploding all over him:

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born to be so?!”

The treehouse didn’t attack, but it was no longer startled away.

This time, the branches in front formed an opening door. Under the dazzling purple electricity, a beautiful woman in a black dress was revealed.

Her voice was full of temptation, making one uncontrollably want to conceive:

“Shen Yi, have you thought it through?”

“With your combat power, as long as you nod and submit to Sui Yin, I can immediately let you out, and even support you to become the new Holy Emperor, the new Ancestor God, nothing is impossible.”

“Of course, if you still want to refuse…”

The beautiful woman’s voice was ethereal, and her figure was also illusory, clearly just a spiritual body.

After a slight pause, she added:

“Here, you will never get out.”

Uncle, should we agree to her?

Uncle, she’s waiting for your answer!

Uncle, this tree demon is staring at me. If you don’t speak, I’m a little panicked and don’t know how to answer her…

“As usual.”

In his mind, as soon as Uncle’s voice appeared, Cao Er-zhu felt as if he had swallowed a calming pill. He roared directly at the tree woman’s face:

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born to be so?!”

The black-dressed woman’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, then her brows relaxed: “No longer considering it?”

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born to be so?!”

“Little fellow, you can persuade the one on you. The time left for you is truly not much…”

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born to be so?!”

The beautiful woman’s mouth twitched, and her voice finally became utterly cold: “Little devil, who taught you that phrase?!”

Her response was still not the answer she wanted, but the eternal, unchanging:

“Are kings, marquises, generals, and prime ministers born to be so!!!”

The sealed door of the treehouse was slammed shut.

The spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu strode away from the cage, her back molars almost shattered, her expression twisted.

“Shriek——”

She suddenly let out a roar, her upper body shattering into countless branches, wildly lashing and slashing at her surroundings.

She vented for a long while before retracting, returning to her elegant, intellectual, and beautiful human spiritual form.

In a single blink.

She flashed to the other side of the Thirty-third Heaven, knelt on one knee before the figure on the purple Xie Qi divine throne, and bowed her head:

“Sui Yin above, that human Shen Yi still refuses to submit.”

“This concubine dares not act recklessly. He should have reserved power, and cannot be pushed to a dead end.”

The figure on the divine throne gave no response, as annoying as the two humans in the treehouse – all ignored!

This time, the spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu dared not be angry.

As she deliberated on how weakened the barely awakened Sui Yin Xie Shen must be after Shen Yi’s Dao Ying physical body was cut down by that Xu Xiao Shou, she said:

“This concubine already mentioned that this Shen Yi is not simple, and neither are the people in the First Heaven. One can perform the ancient martial ‘Four Sacrifices,’ and the other can devour and giganticize.”

“In this concubine’s humble opinion, one of these groups, either those here or those in the First Heaven, could be allowed to leave. After all, you have just recovered; being too greedy…”

On the purple Xie Qi divine throne, the massive figure lying on its side gently turned over upon hearing her words. Its true face remained unseen, only a faint, displeased nasal sound could be heard:

“Hmm?”

The spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu immediately prostrated herself on the ground, begging for mercy repeatedly:

“This subordinate deserves death, this subordinate spoke out of turn.”

“Both groups can be completely devoured, they must all be devoured, only then can your power recover faster…”

Without any visible movement, a burst of purple energy bloomed.

The spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu flew backward with a bang, her spiritual body cracking, spitting out soul blood, and convulsing on the ground.

She trembled as she crawled back, prostrating herself on the ground, still kowtowing repeatedly:

“This subordinate knows her mistake, this subordinate knows her mistake…”

In front, on the divine throne, Xie Qi surged, and the purple light grew brighter.

Before long, the monster sat up halfway. Its three heads and six arms, dripping with purple viscous liquid like pus, stretched out. It did not mention anything that had happened in the First Heaven, only emotionlessly commanded:

“Prepare a Dao Ying, descend to the realm.”

Descend to the realm?

Still going to find them?

For a moment, the spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu truly didn’t want to serve this Sui Yin Xie Shen anymore!

The first time it descended, its face was smashed.

The second time it descended, it was still the same.

In the end, it used the sacrificial array and Shen Yi’s Dao Ying, and the outcome was even more tragic – not only was the physical body destroyed, and consciousness annihilated, but even part of the soul body was eaten.

Too tragic!

If it really didn’t work, why not just wait for the next opening of the Ran Ming ruins?

You’ve only just awakened; how can you have such a big appetite? Do you have to devour everyone who came in this time before you’re satisfied?

Now, this is already a disgrace!

Just watching it, people feel like they’re losing face. You are a dignified Xie Shen, how can you not understand the gravity of the situation?

“Okay.”

The spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu dared not speak a single word of nonsense. After agreeing first, she showed hesitation: “It’s just that Dao Ying…”

Sui Yin Xie Shen did not respond.

She could only explain with trepidation: “After Shen Yi sacrificed his body, we can no longer obtain a Dao Ying from him. We must find another way…”

Still ignored.

She gritted her teeth and said helplessly: “There’s only the Dao Ying of that lightning-attributed human in the treehouse left. In terms of level, I’m afraid it’s insufficient…”

Her voice stopped abruptly.

As the spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu spoke, she felt a chill surge through her heart and suddenly looked up.

Sui Yin Xie Shen’s three heads, three giant eyes, stared over!

She hurriedly prostrated herself on the ground: “H-how… This subordinate, w-what mistake did I make…”

“Dao Qiong Cang?”

As these three words came out, the Tree Mother immediately went limp, realizing that the cat was out of the bag, she wanted to explain.

“Xu Xiao Shou?”

Like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, the Tree Mother convulsed all over, no longer daring to explain, only able to desperately cry out:

“Dao Ying!”

“This concubine still has a Dao Ying that can be used!”

Sui Yin Xie Shen seemed to be laughing, seemed to be crying, without speaking.

In reality, the three faces had no facial features, only a single giant purple eyeball each, expressing no emotion whatsoever.

The eyeballs trembled slightly.

Trembling uncontrollably in a high-frequency, minuscule amplitude.

In fact, it had never truly looked at the spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu. Those three eyeballs sometimes focused on the true form of the Dao Law, and sometimes scattered, attempting to see the past, present, and future, without a fixed form.

“Buzz!”

The spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu dared not hesitate. After speaking, she vomited blood, and with power as a knife, carved something out of her own spiritual body.

Soon, she presented with both hands, a Dao Ying the size of a human head.

This Dao Ying had no flaws. Looking from left to right, it was all the same appearance – crowned, robed in magnificent garments, dignified and solemn, extraordinary and ethereal!

“…is the last reserve.”

As this Dao Ying emerged, the entire Thirty-third Heaven vibrated.

Tree roots and branches scattered throughout the area cracked and shattered, completely unable to withstand such powerful pressure.

Sui Yin Xie Shen finally looked directly at the spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu in front, or strictly speaking, at the Dao Ying in her hands.

At this moment, the whole world began to rejoice again, as if celebrating the imminent birth of a new life.

The spirit of Di Ying Sheng Zhu knelt on the ground, completely daring not to look up after presenting the Dao Ying.

Far away, Cao Er-zhu in the treehouse cage, after enduring that instant of powerful pressure, also heard that low whisper from the Xie Shen:

“Long time no see, Ran Ming…”