Catastrophic necromancer

**Chapter 2111: Kill You, Take the Ancestral Tree**

The saying goes that persimmons are picked when they are soft, but Lin Moyu did not come specifically to pick soft persimmons.

He came for the Ximu fruit, or more precisely, for the Ximu ancestral tree.

The Ximu fruit contains a peculiar power that is useful to many races, but useless to humans.

Lin Moyu needs the Ximu fruit to obtain something from it.

The Ximu race is very special. In ancient human records, information about the Ximu race was classified as top secret.

In ancient times, humans had already researched the Ximu fruit.

Because of the secrecy of the information, even during the great catastrophe ten thousand years ago, humans managed to keep this information intact, and it was not obtained by other races.

Other races only thought that the Ximu fruit could help them cultivate and improve their skills, but they had no idea of its true use.

Lin Moyu arrived outside a galaxy, enhanced his vision to the limit, and saw the situation within the galaxy, even the conditions on the planets.

On a life-bearing planet, about half of the land was covered with a peculiar type of tree.

The fruits on these trees were the Ximu fruits.

Nearby, many Ximu people were tending to these trees, picking the ripe Ximu fruits.

When picking the Ximu fruits, a strange hatred would appear in the eyes of these Ximu people.

But they hid it well, so outsiders would not notice.

Only those who knew the inside story would understand where the Ximu people’s hatred came from.

The Ximu race is very special; they have no gender distinction. Every Ximu person is both a father and a mother, reproducing asexually.

These trees, which appear to be trees, are actually the avatars of the Ximu people, and the Ximu fruits on them are their children.

To personally pick their own children and turn them into someone else’s fruit, how could the Ximu people not hate?

But for the sake of survival, they had no choice but to send out the Ximu fruits.

Over the past ten thousand years, countless Ximu fruits, countless of their own children, have been sent out.

“A pitiful race, but also a sinister one!”

A cold smile appeared on Lin Moyu’s lips. Others might not know about the Ximu race, but he knew very well.

The Ximu fruit contains a peculiar energy. When consumed and absorbed, it can improve one’s cultivation level. However, it can also form a seed within the body.

This seed is very secretive and will not be discovered.

Unless a Saint Lord consumes the Ximu fruit, it is unlikely to detect the seed’s presence.

Those who have consumed the Ximu fruit and formed a seed within their body are called “seeded ones” by the Ximu race.

The actions and words of the seeded ones can be known by the Ximu people.

To be precise, they are known by the father of the Ximu fruit.

For countless years, the Ximu race seemed to be confined here, constantly oppressed.

In reality, they were fully aware of what was happening outside.

Around the Ximu race, a surveillance network composed of several races monitored them.

After all, the Ximu race was once very powerful, even stronger than them. If the Ximu race were to rise again one day, it would be disastrous for them.

Fortunately, for ten thousand years, the Ximu race had been very obedient, with no other thoughts, just to survive.

Five thousand years ago, the Ximu race finally seized an opportunity to send some of their people out, leaving the domain and heading to the outer domain. The Ximu race hoped to form a new branch outside and develop well, eventually returning to kill their way back.

At that time, humans had not yet recovered their vitality and were frantically seeking opportunities in outer space, with the entire race in a state of extreme frenzy.

Those Ximu people who escaped were unfortunately encountered by a human god, and not just any god, but a peak god, who exterminated them on the spot.

However, the Ximu race did not know this. To maintain secrecy, they cut off all contact.

They did not know that their only hope sent out had already been lost.

Lin Moyu came this time to eradicate the Ximu race and avenge the blood feud of ten thousand years ago.

Secondly, to sever the cause and effect and receive the reward of the Great World Rune, and to comprehend the Dao again.

Thirdly, for the Ximu ancestral tree. As long as he obtained the Ximu ancestral tree, he could control all the Ximu seeds, equivalent to bringing countless eyes and ears to the human race.

Who knows how many Ximu fruits had been sent out in ten thousand years, how many seeded ones there were.

Lin Moyu guessed that the seeded ones were likely spread throughout the Great World, in all races.

It was possible that even humans had them. Although the Ximu fruit was useless to humans, curious ones might have tasted it.

The Hell of Bones flew out, enveloping a galaxy.

Screams echoed as the Ximu people on the life-bearing planet were quickly devoured, and the Ximu trees were all burned into juice, merging into the river of hellfire.

The hellfire accepted everything, burning everything into juice and sending it to the river of hellfire.

Lin Moyu brought death, descending upon galaxy after galaxy.

Eighty-six galaxies disappeared from the starry sky in less than half a month.

But this time was different from before. Due to the special nature of the Ximu race, at least four races were monitoring them nearby.

These monitors were alarmed when they noticed the abnormality of the Ximu race.

They only saw a gray mass of gas enveloping the galaxy, and then the galaxy disappeared.

Lin Moyu used the laws of space to hide his figure, making it difficult for others to discover him.

A gray mist shrouded the periphery of the Hell of Bones, making it hard to see unless one got close.

Some brave ones approached, but as they got close, the Hell of Bones would suddenly expand and devour them.

Anyone who dared to approach became nourishment for the Hell of Bones without exception.

Lin Moyu was bold. He wanted to use his own way to tell all races that the Ghost Race truly existed.

The monitoring races, filled with fear, reported the situation.

Unlike the human race with the Emperor’s network, their information spread slowly.

By the time the news reached the ears of the Saint Lords of various races, Lin Moyu was already standing in front of the Ximu ancestral star.

On the ancestral star, a giant Ximu tree, towering ten thousand meters high, stood between heaven and earth.

This was the Ximu ancestral tree. As long as he obtained it and used some secret methods, he could control all the Ximu fruits sent out.

In this way, the human race would gain countless eyes and ears.

For safety, Lin Moyu chose to act personally this time.

The Hell of Bones was too dangerous and might kill the Ximu ancestral tree.

The Hell of Bones still shrouded the galaxy, turning the entire galaxy into a cage.

The nearby monitors had been eliminated by Lin Moyu.

Lin Moyu descended openly from the sky, landing directly in front of the Ximu ancestral tree.

The six rare god-level Ximu people watched Lin Moyu with extreme vigilance.

All six were high-level gods, far surpassing Lin Moyu in realm.

They still did not dare to act.

There was only one reason: Lin Moyu was human.

Once pierced by Xiao Zhantian, even after ten thousand years, the Ximu race still feared humans.

Seeing these high-level gods cowering, Lin Moyu felt that this race no longer had a reason to exist.

Finally, one god gathered the courage to ask Lin Moyu, “Human, what are you here for?”

Lin Moyu replied, “To kill you and take the ancestral tree.”

His tone was extremely calm. As he spoke, Lin Moyu was still examining the Ximu ancestral tree, not even glancing at the gods.

He did not care about the feelings of these high-level Ximu gods, not even considering them.

And rightly so, for what was there to see in dead people.