Legend of the Great Sage

There was everything.

Li Qingshan was the lord of the Demon domain, and he presided over the expansive demonic earth, but at that moment, even he could not help but be amazed by the breadth and depth of the Myriad sect’s foundations and heritage.

So what if a few direct disciples perished? With this Hundred Herbs garden around, they were free to produce new direct disciples endlessly, which was equivalent to an endless stream of enemies to Li Qingshan right now.

As a result, he had to uproot the Hundred Herbs garden, and he could use it against the enemy and strengthen this clone.
As mentioned in the Art of War, “One cartload of the enemy’s provisions is equivalent to twenty of one’s own, and likewise a single picul of his provender is equivalent to twenty from one’s own store.”

Most importantly, this power did not originate from the Demon domain, so it would not be so easily noticed by the people up in the heavens.
Only like that would he have a chance to swallow the Myriad sect in one single gulp while the enemy was still unprepared.

Of course, the Hundred Herbs garden was not that important.
The Myriad sect was not that important either.
Even as a conservative estimate, the Human realm had over a hundred large sects.
Losing one or gaining one would not necessarily influence the overall situation and which of them lacked a place like the Hundred Herbs garden?

If he could choose, Li Qingshan also did not want to hurt Ruan Yaozhu, but the Myriad sect possessed something that he needed to obtain.
This thing would influence the fate of the living creatures in the Demon domain and even the future direction of the war, so he could not allow any of his personal feelings get in his way.

Very soon, the cultivation of the clone reached its limit—the sixth heavenly tribulation, the realm of Human Immortals.
He had already become the size of a mountain.

The spiritual qi required for each major realm was thousands of times more than the last, but that was not an issue at all in the Hundred Herbs garden.
As a matter of fact, a majority of the garden remained lush.

However, Li Qingshan did not stop absorbing the spiritual qi.
He gazed down at Ruan Yaozhu.

“Yaozhu.”

He did not speak, but his voice rang out in Ruan Yaozhu’s heart, like the whistling of winds or the shaking of the earth.
The only thing it did not resemble was a human’s voice.

Ruan Yaozhu was completely disheartened, but even she could not help but look over at the sound of the voice, meeting a pair of jade-green eyes.
Those were not the eyes of a human.

By now, Li Qingshan’s face was no longer a human’s either, but something between a lion’s and a human’s.
A pair of brown antlers sprouted between his thick, black hair, looming over the top of his head.

However, he instead seemed less frightening compared to before, giving off a strange sense of divinity, like an ancient statue of a god, forgotten by the people, sitting peacefully on the ground.

At that instant, Ruan Yaozhu seemed to forget her sorrows too, drawn in by the jade-green eyes.

As the cultivation of his clone reached its limit, Li Qingshan’s might as a god and the path of the devaputra-māra reached the limit.
Let alone the fact that Ruan Yaozhu’s mind was in disarray, she would struggle to resist him even if she was in her usual state.

Their eyes met.
Li Qingshan began to pour his Qilin’s Conventions of Longevity from the Nine Transformations of the Demonic and Divine and various comprehensions regarding the path of nature he had gained through the merging the laws of Sukhāvatī and the Demon domain into her.

Imbuement of wisdom.

Ruan Yaozhu groaned and furrowed her brows.
“Stop, Qingshan!”

“Don’t worry! I won’t directly twist your mind.
I’ll just show you the true path, which will still require your gradual comprehension in the future.”

Li Qingshan was only giving her a push from behind, forcing her to see the true path of nature.

Meanwhile, her personal foundations were already sturdy enough.
With this helping hand, it was enough for her to step through the boundary of mortality and immortality and reach the realm of Human Immortals.

By the time Ruan Yaozhu had calmed down slightly, Li Qingshan extended his finger and pressed it against her forehead gently, channeling the spiritual qi into her body.

Ruan Yaozhu shook her head and struggled desperately.
She refused to accept this power.
Using the plants and flowers of the Hundred Herbs garden as her own resources for cultivation was basically a theft of something entrusted in her care.
However, with Li Qingshan’s mountainous divine might, how could she resist? All she could do was shed tears of grievances.

The nine-coloured deer cried out, “Hold on! You’re killing her!”

However, Li Qingshan ignored her, continuing to absorb spiritual qi while pouring even more spiritual qi into Ruan Yaozhu.

The spiritual qi required to condense a Yang Soul into an Origin Soul was a lot, but it was still nothing compared to the Hundred Herbs garden.

Immediately, thick tribulation clouds filled the air as the sound of thunder boomed.