Longevity: Starting with Only One Life, Cultivation Depends Entirely on Survival

After months of wandering, Jiang Mu finally came to a corner of the Xumi Realm.

This is the most barren corner of the Xumi Realm, a large desert with scarce spiritual energy and even fewer living creatures. There are only yellow sand and wild wind all day long.

Few cultivators from the Star Regions of the Heavens come here, because there is no treasure to be found here.

This is not groundless. For hundreds of years, many great cultivators have come to explore this place. After all, this land is too poor and conspicuous in the Xumi Realm.

Great Sages, Quasi-Emperors, and Great Emperors have all been here.

Then they couldn't find much valuable things. After all, the things produced here are really not much different from useless things for cultivators of their class.

Over time, no one came here anymore.

However, at this time, a figure in a green shirt strolled in the yellow sand, leaving a series of clear footprints.

Wherever he passed, even the wind of desolation was banned.

However, the green-shirted figure walked slowly and steadily. When he encountered a slightly larger piece of gravel, he would bend down to pick it up and look at it.

Then he cursed and crushed the stone into powder.

"Fuck, the desert is so big and there are so many stones. How can I know which one is a semi-immortal weapon?!"

"Too difficult——"

Jiang Mu shouted and squatted down with his hands on his head.

He has been touching stones here for a hundred years.

Countless stones turned into powder in his hands.

Of course, Jiang Mu was not touching blindly, he had a purpose.

Because a semi-immortal weapon is just a piece of stone.

And it is an inconspicuous stone, even the emperor's consciousness can't see any abnormality.

Jiang Mu thought it would take a lot of time, but he didn't expect it to take so long.

In the words of the Lord of Time, if a semi-immortal weapon was so easy to find, the emperor would have got it long ago.

So Jiang Mu could only keep touching the stones. As long as he touched a semi-immortal weapon, he would definitely find something abnormal.

Because the cultivator who touched it would be drained of vitality in an instant.

Jiang Mu could naturally find abnormalities.

But this stone is really hard to touch!

At first, Jiang Mu also picked stones according to the conditions, such as the edge of the dead bones, in the depths of the desert.

After all, there are always coincidences that you accidentally encounter a semi-immortal creature.

Later, Jiang Mu found that the wind in the desert was very strong, and even the stones would fly everywhere.

In the end, he could only touch the stone honestly, and it was all a gamble on luck.

If you are lucky, you can touch it quickly.

Unfortunately, Jiang Mu's luck has always seemed to be not very good.

Sighing, Jiang Mu could only continue to touch.

Touch, touch, touch~

After another thirty years, Jiang Mu finally met a young cultivator in the desert.

He was covered with wounds, and it seemed that he had fled to the depths of the desert to avoid being hunted down.

Seeing that his cultivation was only a quasi-saint, he was only half alive when he met Jiang Mu.

The first time he saw Jiang Mu, his last words were:

"Senior, save me, there must be a big reward!"

Then he fainted.

"You still have to thank me even if I don't save you."

Jiang Mu shook his head slightly, searched the young cultivator's body, and found that the most valuable thing on his body was a spiritual herb with soil.

"So poor?"

Jiang Mu was helpless, thinking that this cultivator had ended up like this just for this spiritual herb.

Luckily, he met Jiang Mu, otherwise he would have lost his life.

Because Jiang Mu only took his spiritual herb, not his life.

Eating the spiritual herb as a snack, Jiang Mu staggered and started to touch the stone again.

"I am really a good person in the world of immortal cultivation."

No one could stop him from touching the stone.

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The young cultivator woke up and found that his injuries had healed greatly.

But the spiritual herb he risked his life to get was gone.

"Am I just lucky, or unlucky?"

He was a little bit amused and helpless for a while.

This was the first cultivator Jiang Mu met in the desert, and he met other cultivators later.

Some people called him senior, some called him little friend, and some called him young man.

Some people thought there was a treasure, so they touched the stones with him.

In the end, they found nothing.

Jiang Mu passed a hundred years in a hurry, and met hundreds of monks, but they were just passers-by in the desert.

As time went by, everyone knew that there was nothing good to be found in the desert.

In the end, Jiang Mu was the only one left touching the stones in loneliness.

"Fairy stone, fairy stone, please come out quickly?"

There was only his own murmur in the wild wind.

His consciousness spread out intentionally or unintentionally, gradually covering the entire desert.

In Jiang Mu's eyes, the desert was no longer a desert, but a lively world.

Countless Jiang Mus were derived, some were drinking, some were practicing, some were comprehending, waving swords, thunder entangled, and fishing in time.

You have to find something to do, otherwise you will go crazy just touching the fairy stones.

At this moment, there were countless Jiang Mus, but only one Jiang Mu was touching the fairy stones.

After another five hundred years, after touching an inconspicuous stone, Jiang Mu's body froze.

His figure just squatted there, without any movement.

However, it was not that Jiang Mu did not want to move, but that he could not move at all.

The stone in his hand, which was as big as his head, was sucked into his hand, and was frantically demanding his life source.

Since he could not move, Jiang Mu could only continue to comprehend the Tao.

Fortunately, his soul was not restricted.

So the wind blew, and after a long time, the yellow sand buried Jiang Mu underground.

The footprints were also covered by the yellow sand, and there was no more figure of the cultivator in the desert.

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Three hundred years ago, the Supremes fought for the Immortal Dark Flower.

The battle spread from the Xumi Realm to the outside, resounding through the heavens and earth, and captivating people's hearts.

This battle lasted for a long time, and almost all the ancestors of the major forces had died. The battle lasted for three thousand years.

Twenty quasi-emperors died in this battle, and even the emperor was injured.

There was even a holy land that sacrificed the emperor's soldiers to fight back, and killed two quasi-emperors with one blow.

The Immortal Dark Flower fell into the hands of the emperor of the God Realm.

Qi Tanning did not fight from beginning to end, because he already had a magical medicine, the Daotian Divine Tree.

If he fought again, he would inevitably be attacked by everyone.

In the end, he broke the blood formation of the Xumi Realm, exposing the Xumi Realm to the void, and became a world of its own, and Ye became a part of the star field of the heavens.

At this point, the major forces broke up completely and tore their faces apart.

Five hundred years ago, the Supremes fought for another magical medicine, the Bodhi Ancient Tree.

Of course, this time it was not a complete ancient Bodhi tree, but was divided into many ancient leaves and Bodhi seeds, and the scope of the competition was also very wide.

There was only one Bodhi seed, so it naturally became the core object of the competition.

The rest of the Bodhi leaves were also very precious, and they were very beneficial to the Great Saint and the Quasi-Emperor, and the temptation was very great.

Among the cultivators who competed this time, there appeared the figures of many years ago. They shined brilliantly and shocked the ancient and modern times.

Many Tianjiao became famous in this battle, and many cultivators fell.

The battle for the ancient Bodhi tree lasted longer, almost five thousand years, but in the end, the Bodhi seed disappeared and no one knew who it fell into.

In the final competition, it was almost a big melee, and the main fighters were the top Tianjiaos who cut each other, but no one knew which old man took the Bodhi seed.

It was only known that the final winner seemed to be Fu Xun of the Divine Realm, but the Bodhi seed was not in his hands.

The news spread like wildfire, and it became the capital of the cultivators for a long time.

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