Twisted Dreams-Chapter 71 - 43: Seventh Apostle!

The Soul Fire in Li Yang’s eyes flickered intensely.

He saw through the soul essence of the Demon Tree, which was a hundred vengeful spirits tangled together.

At the same time, he also knew another feature of the Demon Tree.

Under the transformation of Soul Profound Meaning and Death Qi, the fruits of the Demon Tree contained Spiritual Power.

Mortals who ate the fruit could expand their Sea of Spirit and cultivate Spiritual Power.

"Succeeded."

The Soul Technique Li Yang used to transform the peach seedling did not apply to animals or humans, only to life-possessing creatures without a soul.

Even so, Li Yang exhausted his Spiritual Power, and his soul suffered significant damage.

Soul damage is irreversible for ordinary people, but not for Li Yang.

The Fallen Angel could use the Power of Faith to strengthen the soul of the Death God, and the development of the Seven Commandments Association was going well.

Li Yang asked:

"How do you feel now?"

The Demon Tree replied:

"Hungry! Hungry!

Fortunately, there’s rich Yin Qi here.

It can alleviate my hunger."

The Demon Tree’s speech was oddly fragmented, as if it wasn’t used to talking.

Li Yang had already transformed the peach seedling before coming.

It could absorb Yin Qi and produce leaves imbued with the Power of Death.

This transformation unexpectedly continued.

That was a pleasant surprise.

Definitely created an Extraordinary Creature.

Li Yang initially thought he would need to experiment many times and waste a lot of Desire Potion to succeed once.

Unexpectedly, he succeeded with just one Deceit Potion.

He felt his luck was indeed excellent.

Besides, a god, no matter how weak and without divine authority, is still a god.

How could a god have bad luck?

The more Li Yang looked at this peach tree, the more he liked it, as if looking at his son.

After all, it was his first creation of an Extraordinary Creature.

The Demon Tree clearly sensed Li Yang’s fondness and said:

"Please grant me a name, Master."

Li Yang thought for a moment:

"Tree of Human Essence."

He was terrible at naming.

The name Tree of Human Essence was based on the Demon Tree’s characteristics.

This tree could enchant humans and fed on the secrets of their hearts, as if exploring the true essence of humanity’s inner world.

Isn’t the Mortal World composed of human wisdom as the core unit?

The Demon Tree shook its leaves:

"Thank you, Master, for naming me!"

Li Yang said:

"I have six apostles, and now you are my Seventh Apostle."

Li Yang snapped his fingers.

A massive black Magic Circle appeared.

Two fierce and terrifying Undead emerged before him.

Li Yang commanded:

"Guard the Tree of Human Essence."

The Tree of Human Essence consumed one of Li Yang’s Desire Potion and damaged his soul.

This hard-earned Extraordinary Creature must be well protected.

The two Undead knelt on the ground and slowly disappeared into the ground, hidden to secretly guard the Tree of Human Essence.

Li Yang smiled and turned to leave.

... 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The next day, at dusk.

An old figure sneaked into the graveyard.

With white hair and a white beard, if not for wearing the Qingshan Mental Hospital patient gown, he would have appeared somewhat immortal-like.

Yes, he was the one who, after Female Streamer Meng Meng encountered a ghost, divined for her and said she met a god, diagnosed as mentally ill.

The old man looked around, seeing no one, crawled like a maggot, cautiously wriggling on the ground.

Finally, he crawled out of the graveyard and sprinted into the woods.

The old man gasped for breath, sat on the ground, and laughed heartily:

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

Does a mere mental hospital think it can hold me?

Diao Haifan, my fellow daoist, my apologies!"

His name was Mo Yulin, a Daoist who practiced Cultivation Immortality until he lost his mind.

After being tricked into the mental hospital by the community director, he constantly thought about escaping.

Finally, he seized the opportunity.

A fool full of dirty jokes was locked in the same room with him.

The old Daoist tricked the fool, claiming he could slay demons, and the fool actually believed him.

So, with the help of the fool Diao Haifan, the old faker escaped the mental hospital.

After a brief rest, the old faker calculated using his fingers:

"Hiss! Tsk tsk, today, my immortal fate is heavy!

Let me see where my immortal fate is."

The old Daoist continued calculating, his eyes fixed firmly to the east, taking a solid step forward.

Then he stepped on his own foot and fell to the ground, passing out.

Upon awakening, it was already night.

The old Daoist rubbed the lump on his head:

"Hiss, how did a demon sneak attack me?"

He got up and bumped into something towering.

He raised his head, his mouth agape.

Was this here before he passed out?

It was a towering tree, with a twisted trunk covered in sinister spikes, like claws reaching for the sky.

The Tree of Human Essence spoke:

"Mo, Yu, Lin."

The voice was thick with enchanting power, resembling the closest of kin.

The old Daoist’s pupils shrank suddenly, staring incredulously at the Tree of Human Essence:

"The tree... spoke?"

The Tree of Human Essence continued in its previous rhythm:

"Mo, Yu, Lin."

The old Daoist’s eyes sparkled with excitement, his face displaying utter elation:

"Cultivation is real, cultivation is real, cultivation is real!

I said cultivation was real, they said I was crazy, I knew I wasn’t crazy!"

The Tree of Human Essence:

"Mo, Yu, Lin."

The old Daoist abruptly knelt down, shouting:

"Disciple Mo Yulin pays respect to Tree Immortal elder!"

Normal people would panic at encountering such an eerie tree, but Mo Yulin was different.

He was someone who practiced Cultivation Immortality to the point of madness.

Strictly speaking, he did not have mental illness; people like Diao Haifan did.

Mo Yulin merely had a worldview different from ordinary people, firmly believing there were Immortals in this world.

The Tree of Human Essence:

"Do you wish to cultivate immortality?"

Tears and snot streaming down, he gazed longingly at the Tree of Human Essence:

"Disciple desires, disciple desires, disciple dreams of it!"

The Tree of Human Essence:

"Then exchange it with your secrets."

The old Daoist bowed deeply:

"Disciple dares not hide!

This disciple has done many immoral deeds in this lifetime."

The hundreds of faces on the Tree of Human Essence all showed greed.

It loved secrets the most, especially the evil, sordid ones.

The old Daoist said:

"As a child, I liked to peep at the neighbor Xiao Hua bathing."

The hundred-plus faces of the Tree showed bewilderment:

"What else?"

The old Daoist continued:

"In youth, I climbed walls to peep at Xiao Hua’s clothes."

The hundred-plus faces of the Tree frowned:

"......"

The old Daoist hadn’t finished:

"A few years before being committed, I stole Xiao Hua’s clothes, they smelled amazing."

Falling for the same girl since childhood till she aged, isn’t it another kind of obsession?

The bizarre power surged from the old Daoist, absorbed by the Tree’s hundreds of faces.

The hundreds of faces simultaneously showed satisfaction.

The twisted trunk emitted a faint green glow, birthing several massive peaches.

Bright, tempting peaches on the sinister trunk seemed incredibly strange, a jarring contrast.

The Tree of Human Essence pondered for a moment:

"I like your secrets very much."