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Zhang Ji rested for three days to recover from his injury. He only came to the training ground in the afternoon when the training on the 7th ended.

His lips were still a little pale, but he looked in good spirits.

"Everyone, today's seven-day training is completely over."

The voice mixed with spiritual power resounded throughout the training ground. Upon hearing the voice, everyone couldn't help but cause a small commotion.

Seven days is not a long time, but the high-intensity and non-stop training day and night still made them feel extremely tired.

"Don't be happy too early."

When Zhang Ji saw their appearance, he turned serious and poured a basin of cold water on them.

"After the training, you will have to practice combat. Tomorrow you will actually go to the Land of the Fallen Souls and strangle them."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was a cry of grief on the field.

"I and your training officers will go with you, but the Land of the Fallen is dangerous, and we cannot guarantee that you will return safely, so please be prepared."

Zhang Ji ignored their wailing. If possible, he would like to let them train for a few more days, but the number of fallen spirits has increased too much now, and they are about to reach the boundary wall.

Zhang Ji had no choice, and Jingling Fortress had no choice either.

There is no one left in the world of cultivation.

"Get some rest tonight and gather at the training ground tomorrow. Remember to bring your protective beads."

After saying that, Zhang Ji took the training officers away, and the disciples from various sects also dispersed.

The Jiuxiao Sect was no exception. They looked tired and walked towards their houses.

"I'm really excited to think about going to the battlefield tomorrow."

Nan Xun yawned, but still couldn't help sighing.

"Don't get excited yet. The Land of the Fallen Souls is not an ordinary battlefield. If you are not careful, you may lose your soul."

Ji Chuhe smiled, then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she turned around and looked at Jiang Jingmo and An Yang again.

"You must remember to bring your protective beads. This trip to the Land of the Fallen is no joke. Don't rush ahead and take risks. Protecting yourself is the most important thing."

She chattered on and on about those matters, and her fellow students could only nod in agreement.

After a long time, Ji Chuhe stopped. Her eyes swept across the faces of the three people one by one, and finally fell on An Yang.

She raised her hand and rubbed the little girl's head, but sighed.

"Now, it's time for you to go to the battlefield."

An Yang blinked and looked at her in confusion.

"You must understand what this Fallen Soul Land is. Countless cultivators have perished here, including powerful ones in the Divine Spirit Realm. Here, even the most powerful person can be annihilated if they are not careful."

This was the first time that Ji Chuhe told them something so seriously. It was obvious how terrifying this Land of Fallen Souls was.

"In a place like this, most of the people who are training this time are from the Mysterious Spirit Realm and the Earth Spirit Realm. I'm afraid there aren't many cultivators in this Pure Spirit Fortress who can resist the Fallen Spirits, right?"

Jiang Jingmo was silent for a moment, and finally spoke slowly.

Most of those who came to participate in the seven-day training were cultivators in their teens to twenties. In the world of cultivation, people of this age are like fledglings, weak and fragile.

When people like them are about to stand on the battlefield, it means that there may really be no one left in the world of cultivation.

Ji Chuhe was silent. After a long while, she nodded and gave a bitter smile.

"It can't be said that there are no more people in the cultivation world. It's that the major sects have no more disciples. The disciples with extraordinary talents and excellent strength have all come here and then perished here. How can the sects send out more people?"

"There should be more than just sects in the world of cultivation. What about the individual cultivators? Those are the big cultivation clans. Is there no one coming from them?" Nan Xun asked with a frown.

"Of course there are people coming, but there are very few people. Most of the big cultivation families avoid the world, and the independent cultivators only seek to protect themselves. Therefore, most of the cultivators in the Pure Spirit Fortress are sent by various sects."

Jiang Jiting, who had been silent all this time, slowly opened his mouth and narrated a cold fact.

The Jingling Fortress was built by major sects in the cultivation world to resist the existence of fallen spirits. At the beginning, some large cultivation clans would participate, but they suffered heavy casualties in the process of resisting the fallen spirits. Those participating cultivation clans were seriously injured and have since retired.

Seeing this, the families who were watching from the sidelines did not want to see their children die in vain, and eventually they retired one after another.

Not to mention the independent cultivators. Those with chivalrous spirits will participate in it, but most of the independent cultivators do not have so many resources to support them. Their strength is low and they can hardly protect themselves, let alone defend the entire Xuantian Divine Realm against the fallen spirits.

"What about the Empire? The Xuantian Divine Realm is not just our exclusive territory in the cultivation world. They should at least send people to help, right?" Nan Xun asked.

Jiang Jingmo and An Yang seemed to be very concerned about this issue as well, and they all raised their eyes to look at Jiang Jiting.

"Empires are constantly at war for resources, and their armies are mostly used to defend against invasions from other countries. Moreover, most of the people living there have mixed spiritual roots or have no spiritual power at all. They cannot resist the invasion of fallen spirits and will only die in vain."

Jiang Jiting shook his head and sighed.

"However, Shengxuan does send some people with spiritual power there every year, but it is just a drop in the bucket."

Hearing this, everyone fell silent. Looking at the entire Xuantian Divine Realm, only the major sects could resist the existence of the Fallen Spirits.

But now, almost all the people in each sect have died. Apart from the elders and the sect leader who lead the disciples in training, there is no additional support or helper in each sect.

The future? People can’t see the future.

Among them, Jiang Jingmo's thoughts were more complicated than theirs. She suddenly thought of the matter of digging out spiritual roots in her previous life. When she found out at that time, many disciples had already died in the hands of the murderer.

Those disciples originally had impressive talents and a bright future, and might even become the backbone of the resistance against the fallen spirits.

But at that time, they could only turn into cold corpses and be thrown into an empty corner.

At that time, in this land of fallen spirits, their predecessors were struggling to kill the fallen spirits and protect the safety of the entire Xuantian Divine Realm...

Suddenly, something flashed through Jiang Jingmo's mind. She froze in place, and a bone-chilling chill instantly spread from her heart to her whole body.

Digging for spiritual roots, manpower shortage, seven days of training ruined...

She thought back to this time in her previous life, when no seven-day training had taken place at all. At that time, she was still entangled with Bai Jinyue in Lingyun Sect and had no idea about digging out spiritual roots.

Because this matter was not discovered until a year later...

Jiang Jingmo seemed to understand something suddenly, as if there was a thread connecting all of this.

And the name of this thread is Shen Family.