A useless person with five spiritual roots? I sacrificed the proud daughter of heaven.

She had been thinking about the demon beasts, which was why she entered the illusion. However, the Du Yi Xiang only blooms for twelve hours and will wither on its own after twelve hours. She never expected that she would encounter it by chance.

Sheng He wearily pinched the bridge of her nose. She had been too hasty; otherwise, she wouldn't have fallen for the trap so easily.

After casually crushing the remaining leaves of the euphorbia into powder, Sheng He composed himself and walked towards the path ahead again.

The forest wasn't large, and pink wildflowers swayed along the roadside from time to time. Apart from the occasional low-level monster running by, Sheng He didn't encounter any other troubles along the way.

After walking for about an hour, the view suddenly opened up before us, revealing a vast expanse of bare tree stumps. The dark, murky lake pressed down on us, instilling a sense of dread for no reason.

The water was calm and still, without a ripple. Sheng He picked up a pebble from the shore and threw it into the center of the lake. The pebble followed a perfect parabola, but suddenly dropped straight down as it passed the shore, landing in the water with a "plop" without making a splash.

This is the Sea of ​​No Delusion.

The black lake is devoid of any living creatures, and no boats or magical implements can pass through the Sea of ​​Nothingness.

The only thing that can cross this lake is the dense forest in front of the Wuwang Sea, which is nourished by its waters.

Sheng He skillfully took out an axe from his storage ring, casually picked a tree, and started chopping it down.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The familiar sound of a wooden fish came from the tree. Sheng He caught the felled tree and turned around to see a monk sitting between the tree stumps, his eyes closed, striking the wooden fish.

This monk was the one who had just rescued her from the illusion.

"Mage!"

"Thank you very much for the reminder, Venerable Master. I am extremely grateful."

The monk slightly opened his eyes, but his hands continued to move. He nodded gently to Sheng He and continued chanting the Rebirth Mantra.

Sheng He waited patiently to the side until the last recitation of the Rebirth Mantra was finished, then Sheng He spoke again:

"Is the monk performing a ritual to help these dead trees pass on to the afterlife?"

The monk opened his eyes and looked at the tree stumps scattered on the ground with a compassionate expression. These tree stumps were no more than knee-high, some as thick as two people could hug, and some no thicker than a bowl. For thousands of years, countless cultivators had cut down these trees in order to cross the Boundless Sea.

But these trees are different from other trees. Old trees will not sprout new buds, and they will not grow new branches after being cut down. Their souls are imprisoned in the Sea of ​​Nothingness, and only the rings on the tree stumps bear witness to their existence.

The monk held his prayer beads and said in a calm voice, "My Dharma name is Buwei. What I did just now was nothing more than a small favor. You need not take it to heart. All beings suffer, and there is very little I can do. I have only done my bit."

Sheng He clasped his hands together and performed a Buddhist salute rather awkwardly: "Thank you very much, Venerable Master. Now that you have come here, are you also going to the underground volcano at the bottom of the Wuwang Sea?"

"Yes."

“The Boundless Sea prohibits the use of spiritual power. Ordinary ships and magical artifacts cannot use it. Only the trees that grow from the lake are not repelled by the lake water. Therefore, these tree stumps... are truly a last resort.”

As Sheng He spoke, he patted the large tree he had just chopped down on his shoulder. "I know that the Master is unwilling to kill, but I have no other choice. Now that the deed is done and the tree has been cut down, would the Master be willing to ride on this tree with me?"

Not to put away the wooden fish, he glanced sideways at the towering tree dozens of meters long behind Sheng He, and gave a slight smile:

“Please don’t think of me as such a pedantic person. I have never blamed anyone. I know that everyone has their own destiny, and the same goes for trees. I am performing rituals for them so that they will not suffer so much in their next life.”

Sheng He's brow twitched slightly, and she smiled. In her impression, most monks only chanted scriptures and kept persuading people to do good and not kill. She never expected to meet such an enlightened monk.

Without hesitation, Sheng He picked up the Dragon Roar Sword and within a few breaths whittled the tree into a small canoe, then barely managed to twist two branches into the shape of an oar.

After pushing the small boat onto the boundless sea, Sheng He tentatively stepped onto it. The log swayed for a moment, but eventually floated steadily on the surface of the water.

"Not a monk, come up here."

Sheng He rowed the boat, and the small boat slowly moved across the lake. About an hour later, the surrounding temperature rose higher and higher, and a small piece of land appeared in the air ahead, which was constantly distorted by the high temperature.

But as the boat continued forward, that piece of land quietly disappeared again.

The temperature on the lake surface had become unbearably high. Sheng He put down his oar and peered into the lake.

The lake water was dark and bottomless, and warm. Occasionally, a few bubbles would rise to the surface, only to quickly disappear into the scalding air.

"Not for the Dharma Master, we have arrived."

Without nodding, Sheng He carefully tied the oar to the small boat, and the two closed their eyes and jumped into the lake together.

As her body sank deeper, her spiritual energy was completely sealed. Sheng He forced her eyes open and saw corpses standing in the lake. They neither rose nor sank, remaining in their final, gruesome state.

Sheng He closed her eyes, forcing herself not to look at them. The lake water kept squeezing her body, and the deeper she sank, the hotter the water became.

After an unknown amount of time, their feet finally touched the ground. Sheng He and Bu Wei exchanged a glance and then focused their attention on the crater in front of them.

The bottom of the Wuwang Sea is desolate, with only corpses and endless sand and rocks. Only this magnificent volcanic crater stands out in stark contrast.

The crater is about two feet wide and glows with a bright orange light due to the high temperature. Lava gushes out from inside from time to time, bringing with it large plumes of thick smoke. The scalding lava melts into the water and instantly creates countless bubbles.

These bubbles rose slowly along with the thick smoke, then slowly dissolved into the dark, deep lake water.

Feeling the surging air currents, Sheng He took a deep breath and bent down to climb down from the crater.

The lava churned beneath her, each rock bringing unbearable heat and high temperatures. Sheng He's hands were quickly covered in blisters, and her hair looked like it could catch fire at any moment. She gritted her teeth and climbed down little by little.

It's much better than my previous life, Sheng He kept comforting herself. In her previous life, she had only just reached the Foundation Establishment stage when she came to the Boundless Sea, and her physical condition was far inferior to what it is now. After leaving the Boundless Sea, she suffered burns all over her body, and her ten fingers were almost crippled. It took her nearly a year to recover her health after resting in the sect.

At least for now, it's just a few blisters on my hands.

In the center of the magma, a small blue flame flickered. Sheng He calmed himself and took out an iron claw from his sleeve.