I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

In the boundless sea, there is an island with a thousand-mile area.

The Wudao Spirit Island is one of the ten thousand spiritual islands in the East China Sea. It was built by ancient physical cultivators and is a side door in the spiritual root cultivation system.

Its method is suitable for those useless spiritual roots and pseudo spiritual root cultivators. They can cultivate and advance with far fewer resources than those in the same world. It is a very common cultivation method among cultivators in the cultivation world.

However, this method is easy to learn but difficult to master. The later it is, the more resources it consumes than those at the same level, so there are few who can reach a high level.

Those cultivators who have reached the level of foundation building or even golden elixir in martial arts, as well as a large number of mortal cultivators with poor spiritual root qualifications who can only take the path of martial arts, occupy the spiritual veins that are not in the rank here, and together constitute the current Wudao Spirit Island.

Under the pretext of banding together for warmth, they actually gathered a lot of low-qualified cultivators, about tens of thousands of people, and even mortals with poor or even close qualifications from other islands in the East China Sea. Mortal warriors who were unwilling to fall into the mundane world came here because of their reputation, so although this place did not have the wealth of the immortals, it also showed the prosperity of the mundane world.

It is true that there are more people, but the resources for cultivating immortals have not increased accordingly. In the huge market of the East China Sea Immortal Alliance, the martial arts path cannot occupy the most important market share like elixirs, talismans, array plates, etc., nor can it serve as the largest cultivator or produce spiritual objects like beast taming, spiritual plants, and minerals. It can only serve as a guardian for cultivation, build caves, fight outside the domain, escort goods, and other hard work. The number of spiritual objects obtained by cultivators can be imagined.

However, the method of the spirit figurines began to be popular in the East China Sea. Many cultivators on the islands, with the mentality of "Why am I not the lucky one", spent all their property and signed a life and death contract in exchange for the resources support of the Immortal Alliance, and had a fate of all-in.

Most of the cultivators naturally lost the bet and turned into spirit figurines. Some of them became the helpers of the Immortal Alliance in the war. As for the others, according to the arrangement of the alliance, they replaced the work of many low-level cultivators, starting from the lowest-level coolie cultivators.

Since the spirit figurines do not need to consider the issue of loyalty, and the spiritual stones consumed are half of the original cultivators, many high-level cultivators almost did not hesitate much, and laid off those low-level cultivators and let the spirit figurines replace their work.

In theory, it takes a very long time for technology to be updated and replaced to cause changes, which can be measured in years, but in the East China Sea Immortal Alliance, the war debt was large, forming a situation where the big fish eat the small fish, and the small fish eat the shrimps. Each side is harvesting frantically. , and with the help of many interested people, the influence of the Spirit Figurine Law spread rapidly to the middle and lower levels of the island at an unprecedented speed, causing countless cultivators to lose the chores that originally belonged to them.

Even if the Qi Refining cultivators can feed themselves with mortal grains, their realm or the maintenance of their mana must be supplemented with external spiritual energy.

If there is not enough spiritual energy, it is a small matter to decline in cultivation. I am afraid that the lack of sufficient spiritual energy in the body will lead to hidden injuries and problems accumulated due to various chores, and even problems with the life span extended by spiritual energy. I am afraid that they will die on the spot!

There is no spiritual stone from the outside, and the internal assets are consumed bit by bit. The body is getting weaker day by day, and various hidden injuries and problems accumulated due to labor break out, and the body is aging...

Countless low-level cultivators finally collapsed under heavy pressure, and the countless anger that had already accumulated broke out at this time.

People are not afraid of death, but how can they be afraid of death!

The riot started at this moment.

"Kill the dog thieves and divide the spiritual veins!"

"Seize the caves and rob the spiritual objects!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Kill them, these are all ours! Since you won't let us live, let's die together!"

"How dare you, these unruly people...ah!!!"

Screams and wails were heard in all the prosperous places of the Wudao Spirit Island. Almost all the cities, caves, towns... were full of traces of battles, as if they had been through a great looting, a mess, and residual flames, frost, and ray burns everywhere, and corpses were scattered everywhere.

The Wudao Spirit Island, which was originally stable and peaceful, has now turned into a purgatory on earth.

Three days ago, a large number of low-level monks who had lost any source of spiritual stone income because of being expelled formed a huge team and held a huge parade between the major towns of the Wudao Spirit Island, wanting to abolish the popularized method of spiritual figurines.

Originally, the high-level officials of the island did not care about this matter, because in this world where great power belongs to oneself, the swarms of ants have no effect at all.

But what was unexpected was that among these parade teams, there appeared one after another foundation-building or even golden elixir cultivators who claimed to be casual cultivators. Without saying a word, they took out the second- and third-level forbidden-breaking talismans that were available on the market with layers of restrictions, broke the island's defensive restrictions in one fell swoop, and slaughtered most of the high-level cultivators.

The high-level cultivators on the island were killed or injured, and the low-level cultivators lost control. With no one able to maintain order, a terrible riot began.

Originally, it was a struggle caused by the accumulated contradictions of the Lingjian method, but after losing sufficient constraints, it evolved into an outright riot!

Not to mention the casual cultivators and family members, even the direct disciples on the island had red eyes. Taking advantage of this riot, they looted crazily. In just a few days, this place had turned into a bloody area!

No one expected that the riot of low-level monks, without restraint, would destroy a complete spiritual island in the East China Sea!

In less than a few days, this martial arts spirit island inheritance that had been established for tens of thousands of years completely disappeared. Countless people had fallen into a pool of blood, including not only casual cultivators, but also martial arts spirit island disciples and immortal alliances. A monk passing by here.

Their cold corpses lay on the ground, and the gurgling blood turned into a lake of blood, even suspending countless broken limbs and bodies.

What makes people feel even more weird is that no matter how ferocious and painful their expressions are, or how ferocious and twisted their expressions are, these dead corpses always have a slight arc at the corners of their mouths, as if they are chuckling.

Even the complete corpse, with only the head left, or the face that has been stripped of human skin, leaving only a face, has an identical and unchanging weird smile, which makes people look different. Unspeakably terrifying.

But the monks who only focused on killing and plundering didn't notice this at all, or they subconsciously ignored it. No one noticed this strange phenomenon, and they also didn't notice that the number of corpses on the island had unknowingly decreased. .

More and more people are dying, but there are fewer and fewer corpses, as if they have been...swallowed by this island.

And along with this silent process, the entire island began to slowly exude a creepy aura.

…

"What the hell is this?"

Outside the Martial Spirit Island, in the blue sea water, a palm-sized turtle loomed in the transparent sunlight. His eyes the size of rice grains passed through many obstacles and saw the scene on the island, and he couldn't help but feel a chill.

First, the riot exceeded his expectations, and then this strange phenomenon made him feel uneasy for a long time.

"This is my back-up, and it is not for outsiders. I hope Mr. Turtle from Dragon Palace can forgive me." The black-robed figure from Xianghuo Ling Island appeared here and said lightly.

Kame Take, the son of the contemporary Dragon Palace Kame Prime Minister, looked at the other party deeply.

This time it was sent by Dragon Palace to sneak into the East China Sea Immortal Alliance in order to support the war of the Ten Hells.

I originally thought that the opponent's defeat was certain, so I just wanted to use up the war potential of the Immortal Alliance as much as possible, but I didn't expect that the methods of this mere tens of thousands of years force seemed to exceed Dragon Palace's original estimation.

But it doesn't matter, these little tricks can't shake the advantage of size, and the opponent will die sooner or later. The more unexpected surprises, the greater the losses to the Immortal Alliance, which is beneficial to their East China Sea Dragon Palace.

Thinking of this, Guiwu felt certain in his heart and said calmly:

"Forget it, since you don't want to say it, I won't force it, but are you sure that you want Dragon Palace's support to be placed on this island?"

"Yes, I am sure." The black-robed figure said.

Gui Wu frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Although I know that you, the Ten Paths of Hell, have some tricks up their sleeves, you must concentrate all your strength and fight a tough battle with them within the East China Sea Immortal Alliance... Are you sure there is nothing wrong with your brains?"

They scattered the support of their Dragon Palace to all parties, colluded with the ten evil cultivators hidden in the East China Sea, invaded the spiritual veins, and sacrificed blood to the human race, creating an intensifying disaster of evil cultivators and sea beasts, and maximally weakening the potential of the East China Sea Immortal Alliance. This is Dragon Palace's plan.

But he never thought that the Ten Paths of Hell would actually decide to gather all their strength to fight a confrontation with the East China Sea Immortal Alliance... How many idiots would it take to think of fighting a tough battle within the enemy? This is not Give people a chance to annihilate them together?

"We have our own plans, so I don't need to worry about you, Mr. Turtle." The black-robed figure said in an unhurried tone, but with a hint of threat, "As long as you cooperate with us, we can both get the results we want. ”

Guiwu's expression darkened. The other party's plan was completely inconsistent with the interests of the Dragon Palace. However, within the East China Sea Immortal Alliance, as sea beasts, they were too restrictive. The East China Sea Immortal Alliance had been guarding them for millions of years. It had successfully sneaked into It is extremely difficult. If it shows up, it will die, let alone start a sea beast chaos by itself. It can only rely on the power of the traitors in the Immortal Alliance, so it has to cooperate with the other party's plan.

"Just a reminder, are you really planning to fight to the death with the Immortal Alliance?" Guiwu said in an inexplicable tone as he stared at the black-robed figure.

Seeing the latter's unmoved look, Guiwu's expression flashed, and without saying anything else, he took out something from the storage ring.

They were crystal stones as small as grains of sand, but inside they were filled with spiritual energy that was concentrated to the extreme.

This is an artificial spiritual crystal. The spiritual energy of each crystal is comparable to 100 million low-grade spiritual stones. It is a convenient energy source used by the two major forces in the East China Sea for war.

Then the turtle's palm was lightly released, and these artificial spiritual crystals the size of gravel fell into the deep sea one after another. In the abyss where light could not reach, endless animal eggs were born...

"The eggs of sea beasts here have matured after hundreds of years of gestation. This time I have brought the Dragon Palace alien species and artificial spiritual crystals, which will definitely set off a wave of sea beasts in this inner sea of ​​the East China Sea!"

…

In the blink of an eye, three months have passed.

When a hint of dark blue dawn appeared in the east, the area around the island seemed to have returned to its original appearance. The majestic palaces, quaint towns, and beautiful pavilions seemed to have returned to their original appearance. But strangely, in the Among these countless buildings, no one could be seen, and the entire island was completely silent. It was so quiet that it was so quiet that not even a sound could be heard.

No, there is still a sound, but it is very thin and far away, as if someone is singing softly in the distance.

"When life ends, the dead will sleep again, and the dead will be reborn. Where the corpses of all living beings fall, hundreds of millions of ghosts sing poems."

The song is distant, and the white-clothed scholar with a fairy-like appearance, holding a bamboo slip, walking among the green mountains and waters, among the corpses, has an indescribable elegance.

But if you look closely, at the other person's face, you will feel more and more that you can't describe it.

Because that face is too perfect, all the praises of human beings are not enough to describe it. It is so perfect that it makes people feel unreal. It doesn't look like a face that humans can have, but like an unknown existence, holding a fine human skin painting on the face, imitating people and looking like people.

The white cloud scholar holds a scroll, standing on the mountain, looking at the dead and creepy scene, but a strange smile appears on his face, which is particularly creepy, like the stiff arc at the corner of the mouth of a pale corpse.

"You guys are really stupid. If you want to play, then play it big. My corpse poison is not some gloomy thing, but a key, a key to open evolution, a key that can make ordinary life and even the whole world evolve. Why do you have to resist it?"

"Just a little bit, a slight bit, all the creatures in this nearly 100,000-mile sea, and even this sea itself, will open the door to evolution. This is the luck of all creatures. Why refuse it?"

"Uh..."

Behind the white-clothed scholar, three masters of the three paths of the Ten Paths of Hell who used the method of painting skins, covered with human skins, and appeared on this island in disguise, faced this white-clothed scholar who was not ordinary, like a real immortal, and actually... trembled slightly.

Even if he became a monster and covered with human skin, this fear was deep in his bones.

"Sir, your wisdom and power are not what these ants can enjoy. How can such great fortune be easily granted!"

The Heavenly Man Daoist Master said respectfully with fear and trepidation, without any arrogance on Penglai Island.

"Oh? Since these ants are not qualified, what about you?" The white-clothed scholar turned his eyes and looked at them with a smile, "Are you willing to accept it?"

Gulu--

At this moment, even the three great Daoists who were evil masters showed an obvious change of color on their faces:

"How can we, the humble people, be qualified to accept such a great gift from you..."

They saw it in the foreign land in the past. Just such a small corpse poison that was less than the size of a finger actually contaminated millions of lives on a huge island.

All life, whether human cultivators, monsters and alien species, fish, insects, birds, beasts, flowers, plants, trees, and even the earth's spiritual veins, have undergone incomprehensible corpse changes.

The monks and mortals turned into zombies, gnawing and devouring each other, the monsters and alien species collapsed into disgusting tangled and sticky flesh balls, the forest turned into a pile of bones, and the earth turned into a deep red. All living dead things turned into corpses at that moment, and then gnawed, devoured, and aggregated each other, and finally turned into an evil creature that was neither human nor ghost, neither alive nor dead, and completely beyond their understanding.

This evil creature had no wisdom, with an incomprehensible weird evil nature, and only acted according to its instincts before death, and was almost immortal. No means of theirs could stop its body at all, and the most important thing was that it had a killing ability that seemed like a rule... For these evil cultivators who had seen countless tragic scenes, this kind of thing that was beyond their cognition was the most terrifying.

Because no one knows whether they will be silently transformed into this kind of thing or even replaced...

"Oh, it doesn't matter if you don't want to. Since you presented this interesting flower, I will help you this time..."

The white-clothed scholar smiled slightly, and seemed to be particularly easy to talk to, but his extremely dark eyes seemed to contain an endless abyss.

"And, I also want to see how far the perfect species that we have spent tens of thousands of years to create can go?"

As soon as the voice fell, the figure of the white-clothed scholar disappeared bit by bit.

But the faint ballad has never stopped, which is enough to make any creature in this world fall into fear and unable to extricate themselves at the moment of hearing it, and feel that as long as they have a thought, they will be surrounded by thousands of ghosts.

Only if there is no thought, no movement, a dead head, and a dead soul, can they survive.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like just the next moment, but it also seemed like a long time had passed. The faint singing voice gradually faded away, and the three Taoist masters raised their heads, their expressions showing obvious fear and fear.

After a long while, the Taoist master of Hell spoke first, hesitating:

"Cooperate with this adult, right..."

After hesitating for a moment, he looked around and made sure that there was really no abnormality around him, and then whispered:

"It's too dangerous?"

"If we don't cooperate with such an existence and use their little power, how can we escape the lock of the Immortal Alliance when the new sky is built?" The Taoist master of Tianren sighed, "Don't look at the Dragon Palace's great help to us, and even send direct descendants to sneak into the interior of the East China Sea to set off a beast tide, but in fact, it is just a chess piece to consume the war potential of the Immortal Alliance."

"If we can't escape before the Tianji Law Net is completely closed, and continue to waste like this, we will eventually fall completely, without a chance of survival..."

How could these old monsters who have lived for hundreds and thousands of years not know that once the war cannot be won quickly and dragged into the quagmire of a protracted war, the competition will be the systems, materials, people's hearts, and potential of the warring parties... and they are no match for the East Sea Immortal Alliance in these aspects.

Therefore, we must not drag it on like this, but escape quickly, and this process must rely on external forces.

"The one in the Dragon Palace is eager for us to fight to the death with the East Sea Immortal Alliance. The mountain king of the Hundred Thousand Mountains is already an existence of the last era and is already very old. The one in the dream is illusory and cannot be found at all. Now, we can only rely on the power of this person." The Lord of Samsara also spoke at this moment, "As long as the other party can bring down great power and delay the East Sea Gods for a quarter of an hour, that will be the best time for our new heaven to be born!"

"But that existence will not be interested in the new heaven of this Dao, right?" The Lord of Hell was a little worried.

"With the power of that existence, they simply don't look down on our small new world. They must be attracted by a world like this one, which is considered vast among all the heavens." The Heavenly Daoist Lord shook his head and denied it, but after hesitating for a moment, he sighed, "And if that lord is really interested, with our strength, can we stop him?"

As soon as these words came out, the three monsters that looked like humans fell into silence.

After a long time, the Heavenly Daoist Lord looked down at the thousand-mile giant island in front of him, with a gloomy look:

"The blood and flesh sacrifice ceremony has been prepared, but the lives of millions of mortal monks alone are far from enough."

"It doesn't matter. We will deliberately expose the traces of the reincarnation island to attract the immortal alliance monks from dozens of nearby seas. In addition, the blood food cultivated in the Dao for so many years is enough." The Hell Daoist Lord said.

"That's right, but this time, the plan must be fast and the timing must be right. After collecting enough sacrifices, start the blood sacrifice ceremony immediately. There can be no hesitation, and it must not be delayed until the Immortal Alliance troops arrive to join!"

The whispering sound is like the sound of flies in the rotten soil on a summer night, spreading between shadows and stench. At this moment, it is the deepest darkness before dawn, and the endless night covers all the weirdness.

At that time, the East China Sea was spending the night, and the sea was born tomorrow.

I don't know how much time has passed. At the end where the sky and the sea merged into one, a touch of light golden light passed through the endless haze and tore through the long night.

And in this golden light, one spirit ship after another flew out, clearing the heavy and vast sea of ​​clouds and flying straight to this island.

This is... the flying boat fleet where Lin Chen is!