The attack on the Great Wall of Despair became even more brutal.

However, a problem began to arise that had to affect the rhythm of the war.

In the heavenly realm, there are corpses.

Issues that Cang Yun once never had to consider, now have to face.

After a war, tens of millions of corpses are left on the battlefield.

Compared to the bloody fight, this scene is the most shocking.

But both sides must contain those corpses. This is the final explanation to the monks below.

And such a picture also forced the battlefield to slow down.

One by one, the relatively complete corpses crossed the Great Wall and were sent back to the cave. The emperors wanted to take them back to Cangyun.

This is a promise that echoes over the Great Wall of Despair.

But this still stimulates the hearts of practitioners on both sides again and again.

The monks in Cangyun had never seen many corpses in the past, and the impact of this scene was particularly profound.

Without the spiritual tide, they seemed to finally remember that those who fell were people like them.

The frequency of fighting had to slow down again. Even if Cangyun tried its best to attack every time, it was really difficult to break through the defense line that Dao Tianjie had adapted to.

But this can be regarded as satisfying the plans of Cangyun Emperor Realm people.

In continuous wars, I can't capture you, but you can't even think that your losses will be too small.

The greater the loss, the harder it is for the consequences mentioned by Mu Chunqiu to occur.

Time keeps passing by in this process.

Three years, five years later, the world that remained unchanged had its ups and downs.

The influence of the two worlds on the common world finally began to ferment.

Mortals with the energy of a warrior can quickly gain sufficient cultivation after running magic spells.

However this is only a small part.

There are more, they have never practiced martial arts, and they have no foundation at all. They can only start by condensing the first ray of spiritual energy.

Then, despair slowly began to spread.

Three or five years have passed, and they have only improved their cultivation by three or two levels.

Most people are still at the low level of Qi training.

This is completely different from what they thought...

For the first time, these mortals felt the cruelty of practice.

Their pursuit of immortality is constantly being squeezed.

What makes them even more anxious is that they don't have much time.

Even at this moment, someone appeared and told them that this was a normal speed. Every monk at the peak of Qi training had to have decades of hard training if he was not talented.

They won't trust you anymore.

The human heart is always a distance that is difficult to measure even in the abyss.

Mortals obtained the method of cultivation three to five years ago, but their age no longer allows them to have time to wait for decades.

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"This method is not suitable for me..." Someone gritted his teeth. His once ecstatic hope was ruthlessly crushed, and he didn't want to die.

Eternal life is right in front of you, and no one wants to die.

So they found a reason for themselves to be paralyzed and to struggle to hold on to the last hope.

As long as their hearts are still beating, they will not be content with this life.

No one can refuse immortality.

So, they began to look for another way.

They thought of those spiritual materials, but couldn't find them. Besides, those things had long been controlled by the Immortal Sect.

Naturally, no one would be so righteous as to give them the means to practice.

Strength makes all dark thoughts dare not arise. With his cultivation in the early and middle stages of Qi training, how can he be qualified to compete with those immortal sects for resources?

They can only think of other methods, and the only ones they can come into contact with that are related to practice are these elementary methods.

The fact that he is not suitable for his current practice has become the only consolation for the public.

No one will think that his talent is not enough to live forever, hope is just a short-lived meteor in the sky.

So they go crazy and pursue other methods of practice.

Fortunately, three to five years of practice have brought great changes to this world.

Civilization is on the side of cultivation, and these elementary cultivation methods are not so difficult to see.

Then...another problem arises...

Looking at the cultivation techniques that they had worked so hard to obtain in front of them, countless people frowned, and some even couldn't control their emotions and roared like a demon.

They...don't dare to gamble.

Time has no meaning to people like Lin Chen. Tens of millions of years of change can only happen in the blink of an eye, but to these mortals who have just embarked on spiritual practice.

Every second counts.

Three years have passed, five years have passed, how many three to five years are left in a mortal's life span of only a few decades?

Who can be sure that they are really not suitable for the previous legal decision.

The excuse to deceive myself ended up re-opening the scar, and it hurt even more.

No one is a fool, they know very well in their hearts what they are.

Therefore, they did not dare to take action.

They don't think that they are always at the bottom of the world, destined to be buried in the sand, but they don't think that these laws are any different from the previous ones and will give them a new life.

On the surface, they are unwilling to admit it, but in their hearts, they are wailing.

The Qi Condensation Technique, covered in dust, was placed before them again.

On one side, there is the dazzling Immortal Sect Magic Art that is regarded as a treasure, like the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, blooming with light for thousands of years.

On one side is the Qi Condensation Technique, which is covered with dust and has been abandoned long ago. Even the corner of the table is too thin. It is as humble as dust. There are hundreds of millions of gravels in the air. Who knows what one of them looks like.

They formed a contrast, but now, countless people stretched out their hands towards the Qi Condensation Technique.

They know that in recent years, the figures in the sky have always said indifferently that those who practice the Qi Condensation Art will destroy the nine tribes.

They also know that this is the method of evil spirits, and the lifespan that can be increased by practicing it is less than half of the cultivation methods left behind by the Immortal Sect.

But they also knew better from this that this Qi Condensation Technique was... different from the Immortal Sect's cultivation method.

This is enough.

The Fa Jue is different, and the people who practice Fa Jue will naturally be different.

It's different from the past when I practiced the immortal method on the other side.

No matter how different the method is, is it possible that it will be worse than before?

"At a young age, are you still afraid of death?" Some people looked up to the sky and smiled to blur the countless other consequences.

The most important thing is that the spiritual power of practicing Qi Condensation Technique will not be the same as any magic method. No one can know what magic method they have practiced.

The talent they don't want to admit in their hearts makes their faces dripping with blood.

We are just dust.

I don’t understand how bright the blazing sun above the nine heavens is.

The dissipated cultivation base was decisive, and the Qi Condensation Technique reappeared on this land, like a spark that started a prairie fire.

In the past, Qi Condensation Technique was abandoned openly, but now, it is picked up with caution.

No one wants others to know that they have given up on the Qi Condensation Technique.
Chapter completed!