Mythological origins

Bai Mo said something that Mo Fengwu had never thought of.

There are millions of materials in the world of cultivation. What are their effects and how can they be used? This knowledge is not innate, but has to be tried out at a cost.

It's just that they, the latecomers, are accustomed to this seemingly basic information.

...

"Senior, we are going back to Xuanwu Pass. We have made an appointment with sister Xin Ling to continue to enter the pass to kill monsters."

Bai Mo's heavy topic made it difficult for Mo Fengwu and her sister to continue.

What kind of person compiled the illustrations? Such a heavy history, she, a little foundation-building cultivator who is still struggling to form a pill, really can't think of it.

Twenty or thirty years have passed, and more than half of the people Bai Mo brought to the Yin-Yang Sect have passed away, and only three people are alive now.

Mo Fengwu and her sister, and the little beggar Xin Ling.

However, Xin Ling's situation is obviously much better than that of the Mo family sisters, because he has three spiritual roots and a special physique, which is particularly suitable for the original practice of the Yin-Yang Sect. He was personally accepted as a disciple by the Yin-Yang Sect's leader, the Jindan cultivator Mu Ziqing.

With a Jindan master to look after her and a technique that matches her physique, her foundation-building journey is much smoother than that of her sisters with pseudo-spiritual roots, and she had already built her foundation more than ten years ago.

"Sister?"

Bai Mo remembered that when she was brought to the Yin-Yang Sect, Xin Ling was not considered a woman...

"Master Mu did some things for her, and now she is a sister." When she said this, Mo Fengwu's face was a little strange, and she blushed a little.

"That's good, at least she survived."

"She asked me to bring you a message."

"She said thank you."

"..."

Mo Fengwu didn't say why Xin Ling didn't want to come in person.

"Yearning is the farthest feeling from understanding." When she watched Bai Mo disappear on the spot, she suddenly thought of this sentence.

...

It has been more than 20 years since the four sects of the Yanghuo Palace proposed the declaration of entering the pass.

In the past 20 years, the storm of the Yin-Yang Five Elements Art has long swept across the entire Yuanyang Realm, and the four states outside Nanyazhou are also full of pseudo-spiritual root cultivators.

Not only are there a hundred times more Qi-refining cultivators than before, but the number of foundation-building cultivators has also doubled or tripled, and life is obviously not as good as before.

Xuanwu Pass.

"It seems that the plan of Fellow Daoist Ji has begun to bear fruit."

"It's not much of a plan. The world will change, so we must try our best to make some arrangements."

The peace order 20 years ago, in which the four major sects forced all mortal countries to cease fire and accept the plan of reorganizing the cultivation world, was written by Ji Xuande.

He wanted to use the blood and flesh grinding wheel of Xuanwu Pass to allow a large number of pseudo-spiritual root cultivators to raise Gu in it and raise a group of elites.

When all realms are united, the power of Yuanyang Realm will be increased by a few points.

Now, the fact that all realms will be united in two hundred years is no longer a secret in the top cultivator circle of Yuanyang Realm.

All the incarnation cultivators, as well as some of the top Nascent Soul cultivators, are looking forward to it.

No matter which spiritual world or Daochen Immortal Realm, it is rumored that the cultivation environment there is much better than the barren Yuanyang Realm.

As for the lower-level cultivators, it is useless for them to know, so it is better not to tell them.

Two hundred years, not even a few Jindan cultivators can wait, only Yuanying and Huashen old monsters need to consider such things.

"The Xuming plan is about to begin, please abide by the agreement, don't make trouble again, and become the public enemy of the whole cultivation world."    "Of course, our limited lifespan should be left to the new world, not wasted in Yuanyang Realm."

The Xuming plan is also led by Yanghuo Palace. They organized all the Huashen cultivators and some promising Yuanying cultivators to practice a secret method of sleeping together.

As long as you start sleeping through this secret method, your lifespan will hardly be lost, and you will only wake up again when you meet the set conditions.

This is how the upper class of Yuanyang Realm deal with the two hundred years of waiting.

Otherwise, you will wait foolishly until the new world comes, and lose two hundred years.

In their imagination, each sect only needs to leave some Yuanying Jindan cultivators who have reached the end of their ways to guard the Taoism, and it is enough to maintain the general stability of the cultivation world.

The things that the sleepers are most worried about are, first, that their sects will be destroyed after they start sleeping, and second, that someone will take advantage of this time to attack them.

Unfortunately, this kind of life-locking secret method can only be used by those with a cultivation level above the Nascent Soul stage, otherwise they might have directly sealed the mountain for two hundred years and all slept in the new world.

Of course, it is not only the human race that knows about this matter, but the demon race must also be informed, otherwise the big demons will take advantage of the human race's incarnation and sleep to counterattack, which will be a lot of fun.

If you want to sleep, everyone should sleep together, and no one should be sneaky and do things.

Enter the new world while lying down.

After the unification of all realms, the spiritual world and the fairy world are full of treasures, so why fight now.

"How about that senior? We all enter the virtual state..." Some people are worried about Bai Mo's thoughts.

"I have met that senior many times. He has already stepped into the unpredictable heavenly realm. He is not in the same world as us.

In his eyes, we are not much different from the Divine Transformation cultivators, the Qi Refining cultivators, the dust on the roadside, or the ants. Even the rise and fall of the Yuanyang Realm is just a passing cloud."

"..."

"Daoyou Wei's words are really... straightforward."

After hearing this, Wei Wuya could only sigh.

Originally, he wanted to flatter his face and build a relationship, but after recognizing the truth, he gave up his fantasy.

...

Not to mention the many plans of the top monks in Yuanyang Realm, deep in the human-monster battlefield at this time, several guys in strange clothes appeared in a cave without any warning after a flash of light.

"This is...the indigenous human-monster battlefield?"

"It seems we are a bit unlucky."

"The highest combat power in this world is the God Transformation. Its combat power is approximately equal to the late fourth-level to early fifth-level extraordinary beings in the empire. As long as we don't meet them head-on, we will be relatively safe..."

"...wuwuwu..."

"Du Nai, please stop saying a few words. No one in the group knows that you have the most venomous mouth. You will come up with whatever you say."

"Captain, do you know what the historical text we are looking for is?"

"What is the historical text called..."

"There are rumors that the treasures that the big shots above are looking for contain the secrets belonging to the true immortals..."

The captain, who had completely switched to combat mode, was searching for possible dangers around him while explaining to the new team members behind him.

"There are secrets of true immortals in it? How could we be allowed in? Captain, are you kidding me?"

They knew in their hearts that they were just one of the hundreds of thousands of special operations teams in the Terra Empire, and their strength was inconspicuous. The average combat strength of their members was third level in naked uniforms.

Counting various equipment blessings, the combined force can compete with the fourth level in a short time, just to the extent that they can escape from their hands.