Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 370 - 272: Celestial Demon!

Zhao Yi said he wanted to sleep for a while, but the time he rested was not long.

Due to the uncertainty of the arrival time, the Nether Tree was like a Damocles sword hanging over his head. Zhao Yi dared not be negligent; he had to transfer as many people and resources as possible to the Small World Fragment in the shortest time.

Resources are secondary; the main focus is on people.

Once the Nether Tree arrives, no one in the Cultivation World can escape.

Those who stay behind with a fluke mentality—if they die, they die.

Zhao Yi mainly took care of those who wanted to leave.

If he couldn’t move them in time, and they ended up dying at the hands of the Nether Tree, it would be too unfortunate.

Lying on the soft couch with eyes closed for an hour, as night fell, Zhao Yi summoned his thoughts and entered the Little World.

After tirelessly transferring people for more than a month, the Little World now had nearly ten million people.

When Zhao Yi came in, he saw cooking smoke rising from the vast continent, finally showing signs of life.

Seeing Zhao Yi enter, the Ancestor "Zhao Xuan," who was meditating, opened his eyes and nodded lightly.

Zhao Yi made a salute and then asked, "Ancestor, how are the new arrivals being settled?"

"Zhao Xuan" glanced behind him, hearing constant screams in the distance, shook his head, "They’ve been reincarnating their cultivation techniques these past couple of days, yet they can’t endure the slight pain of dispersing their techniques, constantly howling. Indeed, the Zhao descendants are getting worse with each generation!"

The past month, Zhao Yi predominantly transferred members from Xuanzhen Temple, the Imperial Clan Court, and the two elite armies under Zuo Xiaoluo: the Iron Armor Army and Armor-Breaking Army.

Besides the Armor-Breaking Army and Iron Armor Army, people from Xuanzhen Temple and the Imperial Clan Court more or less have connections to the Zhao family, so they can be considered Zhao descendants.

While speaking, "Zhao Xuan" rose from the ground, saw those in the distance still groaning, and snorted displeasedly, "Back then, when I split my Divine Soul, I didn’t fare as poorly as them! Having lived in luxury, they can’t even endure a little injury, truly bringing shame to the ancestors."

Zhao Yi never cultivated, so he didn’t know how painful it was to disperse techniques.

However, even the Purple Gold Divine Dragon couldn’t endure it, desperately wanting to escape from the Little World, showing that this process is far from simple as "Zhao Xuan" suggests.

"Right."

Zhao Yi glanced at the distant half body of the True Dragon and asked, "Is there any movement from the dragon?"

"Zhao Xuan" was meditating here, not only to detect Zhao Yi’s presence at any time but also to monitor the True Dragon.

"No."

"Zhao Xuan" shook his head, "I’ve been watching closely; if there were any movement, I’m sure I wouldn’t miss it."

"What about that little skeleton?" Zhao Yi asked.

"Zhao Xuan" shook his head again, "No discovery. It hasn’t emerged after going inside."

"That’s troublesome."

Zhao Yi looked at the distant dragon head, resembling a small hill, his brows knitting tightly.

Due to fearing a fake death from the True Dragon, Zhao Yi and the Zhao ancestors dared not approach, choosing to wait slowly until the True Dragon actually died.

Previously, Zhao Yi naturally had the time to wait, even if it took ten or eight years; it didn’t matter.

But now, the situation is different.

The Cultivation World is facing the risk of invasion by the Nether Tree. Zhao Yi escaped with so many people into the Little World, but if the True Dragon suddenly revives one day, it would be hazardous.

If Zhao Yi is nearby, he can timely cast it out of the Small World Fragment.

But if Zhao Yi is not around, no one in the Little World can stop the True Dragon, potentially causing massive casualties.

"Easy to invite the god, hard to send it away!" Zhao Yi sighed.

However, there is some good news.

Zhao Yi is in the Divine Sense World; the Divine Soul mark of the little skeleton is strengthening continuously.

Zhao Yi’s Divine Soul is consistently nurtured by the little skeleton, although each enhancement is small, it is constantly strengthening.

The little skeleton is alive and growing stronger, which is why Zhao Yi remains observant instead of taking action!

If it weren’t for the little skeleton, even risking a sneak attack from the True Dragon, Zhao Yi would have stealthily taken action to expel it.

Upon hearing Zhao Yi’s words, "Zhao Xuan’s" face darkened a bit.

"Zhao Xuan" was born during the peak military power of Great Xia, when the nation was newly established, facing incessant internal and external troubles.

Internally, cultivation sects were continuously counterattacking; externally, the Barbarian Race and mystical creatures frequently attacked the borders.

The experiences of "Zhao Xuan" echo those of Zuo Xiaoluo; both grew up from young in military camps, and upon reaching adulthood, began fighting with the army.

After decades of warfare, "Zhao Xuan" and a group of Zhao family members forcefully forged a peaceful era.

A lifetime of battles, undefeated.

"Zhao Xuan" relied on the invincible will forged on the battlefield to survive the Zhao family’s "sixty must die" bloodline curse, and live to this day.

Yet this time emerging, his invincible will has suffered a heavy blow.

Neither the distant sage in the Spirit Realm and Three Thousand Small Worlds nor the True Dragon right before him, can be contended with.

"Zhao Xuan" suddenly felt like a frog at the bottom of a well, years of persistence, once invincible will, now turned into a joke.

Zhao Yi was gazing at the True Dragon when he suddenly sensed an unusual wave of energy fluctuation beside him.

Hmm?

Zhao Yi turned back and saw "Zhao Xuan" with a pale face, dull eyes, a rigid body, akin to a walking corpse.

"Ancestor, what’s wrong?"

Zhao Yi furrowed his brow slightly and patted "Zhao Xuan’s" shoulder.

"Zhao Xuan" trembled all over immediately.

Then, Zhao Yi felt a cold, eerie energy seep from his palm, promptly spreading throughout his body.

"What is this?"

Zhao Yi was surprised for a moment. The scarce Power of Chaos within him slightly trembled, easily purging the cold energy.

After a long time, "Zhao Xuan" suddenly recovered, exhaled deeply, "How risky!" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

"Zhao Xuan" reached forward like trying to grasp something.

"What happened?" Zhao Yi asked, puzzled, "Were you injured just now?"

"Zhao Xuan" solemnly replied, "Not injured, but almost fell into demonic influence!"

Fallen into demonic influence?

Zhao Yi heard this term for the first time in the Cultivation World.

There’s no such saying as succumbing to demonic influence in the Cultivation World.

Even demon cultivators practice cultivation techniques, merely driven by an excessive yearning, labeled as demonic.

Besides that, there’s no rumor about the Demon Dao.

"Zhao Xuan’s" sudden admission of almost succumbing to demonic influence made Zhao Yi recall his strange behavior earlier, realizing something immediately.

Zhao Yi almost blurted out, "Is there danger within Chaos?"

"Zhao Xuan" didn’t expect Zhao Yi to respond so quickly. After a moment of silence, he nodded, "It’s likely the legendary Celestial Demon! I once came across similar records in a classic, describing circumstances identical to my state!"

Talking about this, a peculiar expression flickered across "Zhao Xuan’s" face.

Both tense and excited.

"The Zhao family is saved!"

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