The strange world of demon cultivators

In this year, three people either lost their lives, suffered severe injuries, or went missing.

The natural disaster, which was supposed to arrive a century later, also began to show signs.

For a time, the entire cultivation world was shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

Foundation Establishment cultivator Lin Yu quietly stood on top of his sect's watchtower, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon.

Despite his young age, he had already heard many terrifying legends about the natural disaster.

The tragic scenes and endless fear in those stories were deeply imprinted in his mind like heavy shadows.

Suddenly, a strange and unusual black cloud emerged from the end of the originally clear sky.

It was like a ferocious beast, baring its fangs and claws as it rapidly approached.

Lin Yu's heart jolted when he saw this, and he thought to himself, "Could this be an ominous sign of the impending natural disaster?"

Before long, this shocking news spread like wildfire throughout the large and small sects of the Southern Yuan Territory.

The sect leaders, with grave expressions, urgently summoned all their disciples.

By the time everyone had hurriedly gathered in the sect's central, spacious plaza.

The ink-like black cloud had already spread overwhelmingly above their heads.

Immediately afterward, a crackling sound was heard, and bean-sized black raindrops poured down.

The moment these raindrops touched the ground, they immediately emitted billowing black smoke, as if the earth was groaning and trembling in pain.

Only at this moment did everyone awaken from their dreams and realize that the dreaded poison disaster had arrived!

Lin Yu watched in horror as the faces of many low-level disciples turned as black as ink in an instant.

Then, they fell backward like felled trees.

In an instant, the crowd was plunged into chaos, with screams and cries rising and falling incessantly.

At this critical moment, the sect leader stepped forward.

With a wave of his hands, he summoned a mysterious and unpredictable artifact.

In an instant, a huge light screen suddenly rose up.

Like an indestructible fortress, it firmly enveloped the entire sect.

The poisonous rain poured down, fiercely hitting the huge light screen, emitting bursts of harsh "sizzling" sounds.

However, before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, they discovered that this seemingly powerful light screen could not withstand the continuous erosion of the poisonous rain.

Before long, the originally radiant light screen gradually dimmed.

Fine cracks appeared on it, spreading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Finally, with a crisp cracking sound, the light screen completely collapsed and dissipated, turning into countless points of light scattered in all directions.

The disciples, who had lost their last layer of protection, were thrown into chaos, fleeing in panic.

But the merciless poisonous rain showed no mercy, still pouring down overwhelmingly.

One after another, the disciples who came into contact with the poisonous rain had their bodies instantly corroded beyond recognition.

Finally, they turned into a pool of blood and merged into the earth.

In the blink of an eye, it was Lin Yu's turn, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Faced with such a desperate situation, even if he had great abilities, he was helpless at this time.

He could only watch helplessly as the deadly poisonous rain approached him little by little, waiting for the moment when his life would end.

At the same time, similar tragic scenes were being staged in various sects in the Southern Yuan Territory.

Those sects that were relatively weak and lacked top-level magical treasures to resist the poisonous rain.

Were powerless in the face of this sudden catastrophe, and could only helplessly allow the poisonous rain to wreak havoc.

Eventually, they quietly disappeared from the long river of the cultivation world forever...

In the depths of the mountains, the figure of a mother stood quietly in a hidden stone cave.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes filled with worry and helplessness.

The originally clear sky was now covered by ink-like black clouds.

Bean-sized raindrops poured down, as if to submerge the entire world in darkness.

She knew the horror of this black rain—this poisonous rain would initially only harm those with high cultivation.

But as time went on, its scope of influence would gradually expand.

Not only would it corrode all kinds of precious treasures, but even innocent creatures would be unable to escape.

The mother gently parted her red lips and let out a deep sigh:

"It's still ahead of schedule..."

Her voice echoed in the silent mountain forest, filled with endless desolation.

Because she knew clearly that what she saw was only the prelude to this great disaster, and the real catastrophe had not yet arrived.

The mother's mind was filled with all kinds of chaotic memories.

These memories came from those old ghosts who had lived for thousands of years.

It was from them that the mother learned detailed information about this natural disaster.

It turned out that on the land of the Southern Yuan Territory.

This kind of terrifying disaster, which was talked about with fear, would occur from time to time.

They were poison disasters, insect disasters, and spirit disasters.

Among them, the first form of disaster was this poison disaster.

It was like an invisible plague, spreading silently.

At first, people might only notice that the rainwater had turned black and was poisonous;

However, gradually, these poisonous rains would turn into thick fog, permeating the surroundings.

Then it would merge into the air, and eventually even the water source would be polluted into a deadly poison.

Once these poisons were touched, whether it was a person or an object, they would instantly lose their vitality and die.

However, what was puzzling was that if you were just an ordinary mortal or an ordinary object.

Then these toxins seemed to be non-existent like ethereal phantoms.

For ordinary mortals, whether it was common plants or ordinary animals.

These toxins could not produce the slightest effect at all.

They still followed the ancient rhythm of life, working hard every day with the rising sun, and returning home leisurely when the sun set.

The second disaster was the insect disaster, a catastrophe caused by strange and bizarre insects.

These insects had astonishing destructive power and could easily destroy plants and animals.

What was even more terrifying was that they had an almost greedy desire for everything containing spiritual energy.

Whether it was humans or other objects, they would become the target of their frantic devouring.

But similarly, if they encountered people and objects that did not possess spiritual energy.

These insects would instantly lose interest and turn away without hesitation.

As for the most terrifying third type of spirit disaster, it originated from a disaster at the soul level.

It could quietly sneak into the minds of cultivators, influencing their thoughts, emotions, and behaviors.

It could even cause cultivators to choose to end their lives unexpectedly.

When the spirit disaster first began, the first phenomenon that would occur was that the energy sources that were originally abundant, such as spiritual energy and gloomy yin energy, which served as the foundation for cultivation, would suddenly disappear inexplicably.

Subsequently, there would be a collective mental disorder among cultivators, falling into a state of madness.

Of course, this disaster was as useless as a decoration for ordinary mortals.

After all, the occurrence and evolution of this series of events would not have any substantial impact on the world in which mortals lived.

Because of this, whenever the natural disaster first showed signs and revealed some clues.

Many disciples in the major sects would resolutely abandon the cultivation they had cultivated for many years.

This was like a gecko dropping its tail to survive.

At the same time, the major sects would also generously grant these disciples who chose to give up their cultivation in order to save their lives a special key

—an ordinary and unremarkable thing, but miraculously unaffected by the disaster.

This was the key to the sect's treasure vault!

It should be known that all famous sects that could go through the vicissitudes of life and be passed down to this day.

Without exception, they all possessed a treasure vault that was painstakingly preserved.

This treasure vault could be called unique, and it was the only place in this world that could be spared from the disaster.

After the disaster subsided, those disciples who were lucky enough to survive would shoulder the heavy responsibility.

Relying on the treasure vault key, they would once again open this mysterious treasure vault.

And use this as an important cornerstone for revitalizing the sect's glory, promoting the sect's continuous development and growth.

Now, Ji Jing had unfortunately died.

And Ji Hong was teleported to the dangerous Shattered Sea.

At this moment, he and Shen An had both become useless people with no power to restrain a chicken due to various changes.

Therefore, the poisonous rain pouring down from the sky would naturally not pose any threat to them.

Looking at Ji Yao, who was still unconscious in the depths of the seabed.

His body had long been broken and turned into countless pieces of flesh.

Fortunately, the magical Yama Mirror continued to release warm energy to nourish him.

Allowing him to linger for some time.

Now Ji Yao had no cultivation to speak of, and his essence was no different from ordinary mortals.

In this way, the extremely terrifying poisonous rain was also difficult to cause any harm to him.

However, in this chaos.

The Evil Lord looked at the overwhelming poisonous rain and let out an even more arrogant and unbridled laugh...