644: Chapter 644 A single sentence reveals the truth: the powerful figure is actually a chatterbox?

At the beginning of the Mao hour, Qingmu Court was still shrouded in a thin layer of mist.

The light from the luminous plants inside the Light Banyan trunk had not yet fully faded, casting hazy halos of light into the mist.

Su Ming sat upright on the vine-woven daybed, slowly exhaling a long breath of turbid air, calming the Ruoshui Art he had been circulating throughout the night.

A very light tapping sound came from outside the door.

"Creak—"

The wooden door was carefully pushed open a crack, and Ye Qing's thin figure squeezed in.

"Su Ming, are you awake?" Ye Qing's voice drifted through the gap, carrying a hint of irrepressible excitement and nervousness.

Su Ming opened his eyes, a faint blue light flashing in their depths.

He rose, brushed the dust from his Dao robe, waved his hand to remove the Restriction behind the door, and pulled the door open.

Ye Qing's thin figure stood outside the door, the green soft whiskers on top of his head slightly stiffened due to nervousness.

"Elder Muxin wants to see you." Ye Qing swallowed, speaking very quickly, "The meeting is set for the Chen hour at the Root Pulse Hall."

Hearing this, Su Ming, who was in the middle of picking up a cup of spiritual tea, paused in mid-air.

The emerald green tea soup swayed slightly in the cup, reflecting his calm, unruffled face.

But when he looked up at Ye Qing, his eyes revealed a perfectly measured amount of near-frozen shock.

"Elder Muxin... is taking the initiative to summon me?" Su Ming's voice was very slow, as if digesting this massive amount of information.

He did not tell Ye Qing that Elder Muxin had already communicated with him yesterday, to avoid any extra complications.

"Yes!" Ye Qing nodded vigorously, his gaze filled with a kind of fanaticism of witnessing history.

"Elder Muxin has not summoned an outsider alone for three hundred years. The last time was when a royal from the Qiming Sect wanted to seek his guidance, and Elder Muxin didn't even let them enter the door of the Root Pulse Hall!"

Su Ming stood up and walked to the window with the teacup.

He stood with his back to Ye Qing, his gaze passing through the layers of treehouses, looking toward the area in the deepest part of Qingmu Court wrapped in thick green light.

"Let's go." Su Ming turned around and gently placed the teacup on the table, his voice having returned to calm.

"We must not be late for the summons of a Great Power."

From his upright back, Ye Qing read a hint of complex emotion—perhaps astonishment at the importance a ten-thousand-year Great Power placed on an outsider, perhaps faint worry, or perhaps both.

In front of such an existence that had lived for ten thousand years, everyone was nothing more than a mayfly living in the morning and dying in the evening.

"Sorry to trouble you, Brother Ye, for leading the way." Su Ming nodded slightly.

Ye Qing did not ask more and turned to push open the wooden door.

Shadow flew down obediently from the door frame, wanting to land on Su Ming's shoulder, but was stopped by Su Ming raising his hand.

"You stay here." Su Ming issued the instruction via Divine Thought.

In front of such a Great Power who saw through everything, bringing the Mystic Shadow Crow would only increase uncontrollable variables.

Shadow seemed to perceive some kind of terrifying pressure in the dark, and for the first time, it did not act spoiled, but obediently flew back into the shadows deep in the tree hole, curling itself into a black ball.

Su Ming followed Ye Qing and stepped out of the tree hole.

Inside the passage, the four Peak Spirit-Nurturing Stage Spirit Race guards who usually guarded day and night were nowhere to be seen.

The two followed the intricate trunk passages, walking all the way towards the bottom of the Light Banyan.

The further down they went, the richer the vitality became, so rich it was almost viscous.

The air was filled with a scent of sandalwood unique to ancient wood; every breath felt like swallowing liquefied life force.

But beneath this majestic vitality, Su Ming's Micro-Observation keenly captured a trace of obscure Death Qi, like that of withered, decaying wood.

This Death Qi was firmly suppressed by the vitality, yet stubbornly clung to the walls of the passage.

"The decline of the Root Pulse defensive Formation is definitely not a lie." Su Ming confirmed in his heart.

After walking for about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, the passage ahead suddenly opened up.

At the beginning of the Chen hour.

Accompanied by Ye Qing, Su Ming finally arrived at the destination of this trip—the Root Pulse Hall.

The moment he stepped into the hall, Su Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, and his breathing even paused for half a breath.

This was a huge space located at the very bottom of the Light Banyan main trunk, formed by the interweaving of countless most ancient and thickest tree roots.

The dome of the hall was over thirty zhang high, without any traces of artificial excavation; it was an inverted bowl shape formed entirely by the natural winding of roots.

Those root pulses, thick as Dragons, converged from all directions, interweaving, entangling, and fusing in the center of the space, finally forming a huge platform with a radius of ten zhang.

In the center of the platform, a light sphere emitting a soft emerald green light was floating.

The light sphere was about three feet in diameter, not a physical entity, but like some kind of highly condensed energy aggregate.

Inside that emerald green light, countless fine Formation patterns were circulating, making one feel dizzy just looking at them.

Every pattern was pulsating with a strange rhythm.

"Thump—"

"Thump—"

The sound of the pulsation was not heard in the ears, but struck directly on the Divine Soul.

That was a heart.

The heart of the ten-thousand-year Light Banyan—the core of Elder Muxin's true form.

Ye Qing stopped abruptly at a place twenty zhang away from the platform.

His knees went soft, and he knelt directly on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground covered with root patterns, his whole body trembling violently uncontrollably, not daring to even breathe hard.

"You... go ahead. The Elder only let you go forward alone." Ye Qing's voice was like a mosquito.

Su Ming took a deep breath, the blue Ruoshui Spiritual Power circulating wildly in his Meridians, forcibly suppressing the instinctual impulse to prostrate.

He stepped forward, walking unhurriedly toward the Root Pulse platform.

With every step, that ancient and vicissitudinous pressure became heavier.

When he walked to within ten zhang of the platform, the pressure was already like a tangible mountain, pressing on his shoulders, causing his bones to make a faint friction sound.

Su Ming stopped, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and bowed deeply.

"Junior greets Elder Muxin."

His voice echoed in the empty Root Pulse Hall, without any trembling caused by fear.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

The emerald green light sphere pulsed slowly, and between the flickering of the light, it was as if a pair of eyes that had crossed ten thousand years of time were quietly watching this tiny Human Race member.

"On you, there are two sets of Laws operating."

A voice suddenly sounded from all directions at the same time.

This voice could not distinguish gender or age, as if the entire ten-thousand-year Light Banyan was speaking at once, carrying a hoarseness and heaviness like wood rubbing against wood.

Last night's disguise, under these eyes, was indeed like transparency.

Su Ming maintained his bowing posture, his back straight, his voice clear and open.

"Senior is wise."

No extra explanation, no panicked begging, only calm admission.

In the face of absolute power, honesty is the most Advanced The Way of Cautious Survival.

The hall fell into silence again.

The emerald green light sphere floating in the center of the platform flickered a few times, and the light on the thick root pulses around it seemed to alternate between light and dark accordingly.

The anticipated thunderous rage did not descend.

Instead, it was a sigh so long that it seemed to exhaust all the pent-up air in the chest.

"Sigh—"

That sigh echoed in layers in the hall, and the emerald green light flowing on the root pulses dimmed slightly.

It was a weariness and vicissitude belonging to those who are extremely aged.

"Do you know..." Elder Muxin's voice sounded again, this time, the high-and-mighty Divine Might dissipated a bit, adding a hint of desolation like an old man recalling the past, "In ancient times, the Human Race and the Spirit Race were not as incompatible as they are today?"

Su Ming slightly raised his head, his eyes revealing a perfectly measured amount of appropriate confusion.

Of course, he didn't know.

In the Sect classics of the Human Realm, it only wrote that those who are not of my race must have different hearts, and only wrote about the Four-Race War that burned with blood and fire.

Elder Muxin did not seem to expect him to answer, and that vicissitudinous voice flowed on its own in the hall, beginning to tell an ancient history forgotten by most of the Spirit Race and completely erased by the Human Race.

"That was a short period of time." The patterns on the light sphere flowed slowly, as if playing back the scroll of time, "Before the war that swept across the world between the four ancient races broke out, there was an era known as the Four-Race Exchange Period."

"At that time, the Realm Gates were not opened for war. The Formation Masters of the Human Race crossed the Void Realm to come to this land; and our Spirit Race's Law Resonance practitioners also visited your world full of Spiritual Qi as guests of honor."