After the substitute junior sister was reborn, all nine senior brothers regretted it

Everyone was stunned with shock, their mouths opened as if they could swallow a goose egg, disbelief written all over their faces, and they stared blankly at the scene on the image transmission bead in front of them.

The noisy discussions surged like a flood that broke a dike, one after another: "Oh my god! What did I see? It was Shen Qianzhong who knocked Emperor Yanchi to the ground!"

"No way, that's the majestic Emperor Yanchi! How is this possible?!"

"Whether the memory mentioned by the captain is true or false..."

"If Shen Qianzhong is really so powerful, how could he suddenly disappear?!"

"Although Emperor Yanchi failed to ascend to the immortal world, he still died of natural causes... There must be some unknown inside story!"

Everyone was filled with doubts, as if they were lost in the clouds. They stared at the picture intently, for fear of missing any detail.

Immortal Lord Yanyun also frowned, with a solemn light shining in his beautiful eyes.

She waved her jade hand lightly, and a brilliant and dazzling light suddenly bloomed, and the majestic spiritual power in her body continued to flow like a great river.

In an instant, more memory fragments about the captain came flooding back.

At this moment, the captain was struggling desperately, his body twisted like a maggot, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain.

Under the terrifying power of Immortal Yan Yun, he had no power to fight back. He could only watch his memory being arbitrarily read by the other party like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

When the elders saw the captain being suppressed in this way, they couldn't help but feel a trace of unconcealable joy in their hearts.

They secretly thought: "I never imagined that the captain would be like this... You usually curse and bully others, but did you ever think that you would end up like this?"

At this moment, in the corner, the two elders dressed in black and white looked at each other knowingly, and then smiled in unison. Their eyes showed undisguised ridicule and contempt for the captain.

However, the eyes of many disciples were all focused on the picture displayed in front of them.

As the captain's memory gradually unfolded, everyone witnessed an astonishing scene - after Shen Qianzhong knocked Emperor Yanchi to the ground with a fierce offensive, he actually successfully extracted the so-called source of spiritual power from his body!

The source of spiritual power is like a small and delicate jade stone, round and shining with crystal clear green light.

It seems to exude a mysterious and powerful aura, attracting everyone's attention like a magnet.

What's even more striking is that the surrounding objects seem to be connected by a vague green thread, as if these objects are continuously absorbing the energy of the jade.

When everyone saw this, they started talking in low voices: "Is this the legendary source of spiritual power in the lower spirit world?!"

"I heard that it was Shen Qianzhong who brought the source of spiritual power from the lower spiritual world to the upper spiritual world, which caused the spiritual energy in the lower spiritual world to become so scarce..."

"Why did Shen Qianzhong take out the source of spiritual power from the Lower Spirit Realm from the hands of Emperor Yan Chi? Could it be that Emperor Yan Chi took the source of spiritual power from the Lower Spirit Realm?"

"How is it possible?!" someone retorted, "Emperor Yan Chi was so wise and powerful that people were still building temples to honor him a hundred years after his death. He must have taken this source of spiritual power from Shen Qianzhong and wanted to protect it. It’s just…”

All of a sudden, various speculations were heard, and the whole scene was filled with a tense and exciting atmosphere.

Immortal Lord Yanyun's brows are like the sea of ​​clouds on the horizon, with turbulent waves and layer upon layer, becoming more and more frowning.

Indescribable waves surged in her heart, and she knew nothing about the past of the source of spiritual power in the lower spiritual world.

It was once a secret that had been covered by the dust of the years, but now it is gradually becoming clear like dewdrops in the morning mist.

She raised her jade hand lightly, her movements were gentle and graceful, as light as flowing clouds, and restrained the captain's struggle. Then, her eyes were like a sharp sword that penetrated time and space, looking through the captain's memory.

The scenes in my memory slowly unfolded again...

Shen Qianzhong's figure was like an immortal descending from the sky. He was wearing a Taoist robe, his clothes were fluttering in the wind, and he flew down from the sky, carrying an otherworldly aura.

His expression was solemn, his eyes shone with the light of wisdom, and he gave some profound teachings to Emperor Yan Chi: "Second brother, you and I were sworn brothers. We should treat each other with sincerity, why should we use swords against each other... However, why do you want to Steal the source of spiritual power from the lower spiritual world and send it to the upper spiritual world?”

A complicated expression flashed across Emperor Yan Chi's face.

Shen Qianzhong's voice sounded again, with a hint of helplessness and determination: "If the lower spiritual world loses the source of spiritual power, it will be difficult for immortal cultivators to reach the previous state, and how will they face the natural disaster that occurs once in five hundred years? catastrophe?"

Natural disasters in the spiritual world come around every five hundred years. At that time, fireballs from the sky will fall like raindrops, lighting up the entire sky in the spiritual world.

At that moment, the gates of hell will open, evil spirits will run rampant, disasters will occur, and the entire spiritual world will face an unprecedented test.

Whenever there is such a natural disaster, immortal cultivators from all walks of life will join hands to resist the disaster and protect the tranquility and peace of the spiritual world.

Their figures will be like the brightest stars in the night sky, illuminating the way forward and leading all living beings towards the dawn of hope.

If the source of spiritual power in the lower spirit world is unfortunately lost, then the concentration of spiritual energy in the entire lower spirit world will become extremely thin, which is absolutely unprecedented!

In such a harsh environment, it is almost a luxury for the monks to continue practicing, because there is simply not enough spiritual power for them to absorb and refine; and without enough spiritual power as support, it is naturally difficult to condense a powerful force. Use mana to defend yourself against enemies or cast magical powers.

It is conceivable that in the face of various natural and man-made disasters, the monks in the spiritual world will have no power to fight back and can only sit back and wait for death.

Thinking of this scene happening, the many disciples in the lower spirit world present had extremely complicated emotions: on the one hand, they were full of resentment and anger towards Emperor Yan Chi who had stolen the source of spiritual power - this man actually did such a despicable thing. It is simply a heinous and unforgivable crime.

On the other hand, deep down in their hearts, they actually have some faint fear and cowardice. After all, when they chose to board the spirit world spaceship to go to the upper spirit world to practice, they had already made up their minds not to return to the lower spirit world.

The reason is very simple. Compared with the lower spiritual world where resources are scarce and spiritual energy is thin, staying in the upper spiritual world is obviously more conducive to spiritual growth. It may even be possible to soar into the sky and become an immortal in the future!

In the picture, Emperor Yan Chi seemed to understand what everyone was thinking.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his icy-cold eyes glanced straight back at Shen Qianzhong: "Why is that? Don't you know the reason..."

A trace of complexity flashed across Emperor Yan Chi's eyes, and his voice echoed in the empty dust, with an imperceptible tremor:

"If you can't gather the spiritual power of the upper and lower worlds, how can you cultivate outstanding talents! Look, has anyone been able to ascend in these thousands of years?! Do you know why no one has been able to achieve enlightenment and become an immortal?! Really? It’s because our resources are scattered and it’s difficult to gather them together!”

His words were full of compassion and seemed to be telling an eternal truth.