Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

The group continued to fly upwards along the trunk of the giant tree, and the surrounding scenery gradually became hazy.

The thin clouds and mist were wrapped around the huge branches like gauze, and the air became cool and moist.

Hu Qing and Xiao Zi were shocked to realize that this "tree god" was far more magnificent than when they looked up at it from the ground!

It does not have just one layer of tree canopy, but layers upon layers, like a green staircase leading to the sky.

What they had seen on the ground before was only the edge of the lowest and largest layer of tree canopy.

There are several smaller layers of treetops above, but they still cover the sky, and each layer is full of vitality.

Outside, the night sky was filled with a drizzle of rain, and the raindrops hit the layers of giant leaves.

It emits a dull and continuous "click" sound, which converges into a natural nocturne.

Fortunately, the dense tree canopy above provided shelter, and the rain was caught and guided by the broad leaves, sliding along the veins to the branches.

It then flowed into the ravine deep in the bark, without soaking Hu Qing and the others who were flying inside.

After flying for nearly half an hour, Bai Mu, who was leading the way, finally stopped on a huge branch that was extremely wide and flat, almost like an aerial square.

On the tree trunk ahead, an exquisitely crafted wooden door appeared, contrasting sharply with the rough bark.

The wooden door was tightly closed, and a warm and steady orange light shone through the gap, which was particularly eye-catching in this dark height, giving people a sense of security.

"Your Excellency is waiting inside. It is inconvenient for us to enter, so we will take our leave."

Elder Baimu stopped and turned to speak to Hu Qing and Xiao Zi. His tone returned to its previous calmness, but with a hint of imperceptible respect.

Connor quickly took out a wooden tray that had been prepared long ago from his arms.

There were dozens of golden "holy fruits" neatly arranged on it, and a rich energy aroma immediately filled the air.

He handed the tray to Hu Qing, with a very serious expression on his face, and said:

"Here you are! This is the fruit that Master specifically requested, your favorite! Don't take a single one, and don't steal any! You must give it to Master intact!"

Hu Qing took the heavy tray and felt the tremendous vitality contained in the holy fruit. He became even more confused, but still nodded.

Baimu and Connor said no more and bowed slightly towards the wooden door.

Then it turned and flew downwards, soon disappearing among the misty branches.

At this moment, only Hu Qing and Xiao Zi were left standing in front of the wooden door that was emitting a warm glow.

Hu Qing took a deep breath, suppressed all the speculations and nervousness in his heart, freed one hand, and was about to knock on the door -

At this moment, the door moved by itself!

Several slender yet agile green vines stretched out from the door as if they were alive, gently wrapped around the edge of the door, and slowly pulled the wooden door inward.

In an instant, a warmer, brighter but less dazzling orange light poured out from the door, enveloping Hu Qing and Xiao Zi.

There seemed to be a spacious hall inside the door.

Hu Qing no longer hesitated, gestured to Xiao Zi, and stepped into the door.

Xiao Zi followed closely behind. As soon as they entered, the vines behind them began to wriggle again, silently closing the wooden door.

The man and the dragon looked around curiously. It was more... comfortable than they had imagined.

The space is not particularly large, but it is decorated very delicately and warmly.

The floor was covered with a thick carpet woven from some soft plant fiber, which made no sound when stepped on.

On both sides are two rocking chairs that look very comfortable and are carefully woven with vines.

The most eye-catching thing is that above the head, there are many fruits inlaid with soft orange light. They are like natural chandeliers, illuminating the entire room brightly and warmly.

However, looking around, the hall was empty.

"Hmm? Where's the 'adult' Baimu was talking about?" Xiao Zi scratched his head with his paws and let out a puzzled hum.

Hu Qing also frowned slightly and vigilantly sensed his surroundings, but he only felt a peaceful, tranquil and vital atmosphere, without any hidden danger or strong pressure.

Just when they were at a loss—

Suddenly, an old and hoarse voice came from under my feet, as if it came directly from the wooden floor:

"come in."

Along with the sound, the seemingly intact wall on one side suddenly slid inward silently, revealing a dark entrance to a downward-extending passage.

At the entrance was a spiral of wooden steps that led down to the bottomless depths, with only deep darkness.

Hu Qing and Xiao Zi looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Is there still space down there? This "adult"'s residence is truly unique.

Since this was the only way, Hu Qing calmed himself down, holding the plate of precious holy fruit, and carefully stepped onto the spiral staircase leading downwards.

Xiao Zi followed closely behind.

With each step they took down, the glowing fruits embedded above their heads would light up one by one.

The soft light just illuminated the steps under their feet and the road ahead, while the steps behind them disappeared into darkness again, as if this passage was alive and was guiding them.

The passage was not long. After turning around twice, the view suddenly opened up.

They came to a place that looked like a study.

The space here is slightly smaller than the hall above, but more shocking.

The surrounding walls are not ordinary wooden walls, but are composed of countless grids of different sizes, and each grid is filled with various books and scrolls!

Some were made of tanned animal skins, some were pressed with thick leaves, and some were written on silk made of some unknown material...

There are so many books that they are densely packed, reaching up to the ceiling, exuding a unique scent of aged ink, plant fragrance and the accumulation of time.

In the center of the room, an old man was sunk deep in a large vine rocking chair.

He looked extremely old, his skin loose and almost hanging down like wrinkled bark, and covered with dark brown age spots.

On his nose rested a pair of small, delicate glasses that appeared to be made of polished crystal, and his body was covered with a thick blanket woven from soft feathers and dried moss.

His skinny, spotted hands were slowly turning the pages of a huge, ancient book on his knees. He was so engrossed in his work that he seemed completely unaware of the arrival of Hu Qing and Xiao Zi.

Although there was no strong energy fluctuation on the old man.

But as he sat there, he naturally exuded a sense of vicissitudes of life that had gone through endless years and an aura of wisdom as quiet as the sea, which made people involuntarily feel awe and dared not disturb him easily.

Hu Qing and Xiao Zi stood quietly by, waiting with bated breath.

After a long while, the old man slowly closed the huge book in his hand and let out a very light sigh, as if he was still reluctant to leave.

At this moment, he seemed to notice the guests in the room and gently placed the heavy book on a small table next to him that was also woven with vines.

He raised his cloudy but unusually deep eyes and looked at Hu Qing and Xiao Zi through the crystal lenses. A gentle smile appeared on his face, and he spoke in a hoarse and slow voice:

"My dear, please put the tray on the table. It's tiring to carry it all the time. Come and talk to this old man."

He tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingers.

In an instant, several green vines descended from the sky like the most dexterous waiters and quickly cleaned the small table.

There was also a chair, an old-fashioned teapot with steam rising from it, and two small wooden cups.

The teapot exudes a refreshing and pleasant aroma with a faint scent of nectar.

The old man pointed to the chair and motioned Hu Qing to sit down. Then he personally picked up the teapot and filled the wooden cup in front of Hu Qing with clear, fragrant hot tea.

"Please have some tea." The old man said gently, his eyes kind, but as if he could see through people's hearts.