Reborn as a tree, the peerless god is obsessed

Xue Yao walked straight to the main hall and stood at the entrance. She was shocked by the scene before her. The hall was magnificent and glittering, as if countless golds were gleaming in the sun.

Xue Yao was amazed. Since she traveled to Meihua Mountain, she had never seen such a luxurious scene.

She slowly walked into the hall, and upon entering, her eyes were immediately drawn to a huge golden statue on the left. The statue was lifelike and emitted a mysterious light.

Xueyao stared at the golden statue and suddenly felt a strong power surge in her heart. She couldn't help but reach out and touch the surface of the golden statue.

At this moment, a dazzling light shot out from the golden statue, illuminating the entire hall. Xue Yao was enveloped by the light and felt dizzy. Her body seemed to lose weight and gradually floated up.

She closed her eyes tightly, her heart filled with fear.

When she opened her eyes again, she found herself in an unfamiliar place. Surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, the air was filled with a fresh scent. Xue Yao stood there in a daze, at a loss.

The place was filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, like a fairyland. After calming herself down, she curiously explored the surroundings, unaware of the challenges and opportunities that awaited her.

Xueyao was strolling among the flowers, feeling happy. Suddenly, she heard a pleasant bird song and walked towards the direction of the sound.

After passing through a forest, Xueyao came to a clear stream. Standing by the stream was a white-haired old man, who was looking at Xueyao with a smile.

The old man walked towards Xueyao and said, "Welcome to the fairyland, little girl. This is a sacred place for cultivation, and only those with predestined fate can enter. The fact that you can come here shows that you have extraordinary talent and opportunity."

Xueyao was secretly surprised when she heard this. She had only touched the golden statue out of curiosity, but she had never expected to come to such a magical place and meet this mysterious old man.

The old man continued, "In this fairyland, you will face various tests and challenges. Only by passing these tests can you gain greater strength and wisdom. But don't worry, I will always guide you."

Xueyao nodded gratefully. She decided to follow the old man's guidance and face everything in the future bravely.

"Well, little girl, let's get started." The old man raised his lips slightly and led Xue Yao to a wide meadow.

There were all kinds of weapons laid out on the grass, including swords, knives, guns, etc.

"These weapons are used to assist you in your cultivation. You can choose one that suits you." The old man pointed to the weapons.

Xueyao walked over to the sword and gently grasped the hilt. Suddenly, she felt a force coming from the sword, as if the sword was trembling violently, trying to break free from Xueyao's hand.

Just as it slipped out of her hand, Xue Yao's ice-blue sword appeared in her hand.

Xue Yao was slightly surprised. Her sword was so domineering?

The old man was also very surprised when he saw this. Is it her?

Xue Yao tightly grasped the ice-blue sword, and an inexplicable sense of confidence arose spontaneously.

"It seems that this sword has a deep connection with you." The old man nodded slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Xue Yao tried to swing the sword a few times, and the sword body passed through the air, carrying a hint of coldness.

"Next, I will teach you a set of swordsmanship. This set of swordsmanship is called 'Aoxue Hanmei'. It is based on the power of ice and snow, and combines hardness and softness." The old man put his hands behind his back, moved his body, and demonstrated the swordsmanship like flowing water.

Xue Yao observed the old man's movements intently, memorizing every move carefully.

In this life, she had a photographic memory and could remember these sword moves at a glance and feel them to be very familiar.

Xueyao followed the old man's instructions and practiced each move. At first, her movements were a little unfamiliar, but with continuous practice, her swordsmanship became more and more proficient.

During the practice, Xueyao realized the mysteries of swordsmanship. She seemed to transform into a winter plum blossom, standing proudly in the ice and snow.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, several days had passed. Xueyao's swordsmanship had made some progress, and her strength had also been greatly improved.

That day, the old man said to Xue Yao, "You have mastered the essence of the 'Ao Xue Han Mei' sword technique. You can now challenge the trials in the fairyland. Through the trials, you will gain further growth."

The old man smiled, and in that smile, there was a hint of imperceptible approval, as if something had been confirmed.

Xueyao nodded, looking ahead with a determined look. She knew the road ahead was still long, but she was ready.

Xueyao embarked on the road of trial, longsword in hand, she moved nimbly through the fairyland. Along the way, she encountered various enemies and traps, but she defeated them one by one with her superb swordsmanship.

In the end, Xueyao successfully passed the trial and her strength was further improved. She knew that all this was inseparable from the old man's careful guidance.

Xueyao decided to return to the main hall and find the old man to express her gratitude.

When she returned to the hall, she found the old man had vanished. The golden statue still stood there quietly, as if telling of the past. Xue Yao looked around, feeling lost.

She secretly sighed, perhaps meeting the old man was a beautiful accident. After calming down, Xue Yao turned and left the hall.

After walking a few steps, she suddenly found a letter on the ground. The handwriting on the letter was vigorous and powerful, clearly written by an old man. Xue Yao hurriedly picked up the envelope and opened it. Inside was a note that read: "Girl, you have passed the trial and proved your strength and courage. The road ahead will require you to walk alone. I hope you will not forget your original intention and forge ahead."

Xueyao clutched the note tightly, tears welling in her eyes. She understood the old man was warning her that the path of cultivation was long and arduous, requiring constant effort and struggle. She took a deep breath and bowed deeply toward the main hall.

Just as she finished bowing and stood up, her eyes inadvertently looked towards the front of the hall.

There sits a statue of a goddess, solemn and peaceful, as if controlling the fate of all things in the world.

Xueyao walked forward reverently, ready to bow as a sign of respect.

However, when her knees were about to touch the ground, a mysterious force seemed to hold her back, preventing her from kneeling.

Xue Yao was startled. She tried to push again, but the mysterious force only grew stronger. She could stand up without any problem, but kneeling was impossible.

She couldn't help but look up and stare at the statue of the goddess, her eyes full of confusion and awe.

Suddenly, a white light fell from the sky, flashed quickly into her chest, and then disappeared without a trace.

Just as Xue Yao was in doubt, she suddenly felt a strong aura surge into her body. She was surprised to find that her body had undergone a miraculous transformation in such a short period of time. At this moment, a red heart mark flashed on her chest.

What's happening here?

Xue Yao thought to herself, could it be that all these changes are related to the martial arts she practiced?

Dou Yuntian once said that her technique was closely related to a legacy left behind by a forgotten past, a legacy left by a peerless genius. Could this genius be the goddess enshrined in this temple?

Xueyao was still thinking, but the strange things were not over yet.

The statue seemed to come alive, slowly and then rapidly rotating on its own. Gradually, a mysterious door opened behind it.