But most of the time they don't appear, so in the eyes of the mortals in Nanlin, monks are mysterious immortals, the kind who never see the end. Whenever a monk comes in front of them, they think it's a living god descending to earth.
The world of cultivating immortals in the sea area is very different. Zhou Yuan noticed that monks and mortals lived together in scattered towns. Some mortals even worked for the monks, such as being guides and so on. Mortals could even maintain the island protection circle by themselves.
This made Zhou Yuan feel strange. It was something that was unthinkable in Nanlin. Although mortals had no spiritual power, after teaching him a few steps, they were able to place the spiritual stones according to the patterns behind the array.
These laws cannot stop the footsteps of monsters, but they have a very good effect on natural disasters, such as the coming of tsunamis. Without these small magic circles, Zhou Yuan dared to say that mortals would have died long ago.
Besides, if there were no monks, these mortals would not be able to withstand the attacks of monsters. This series of reasons led to the mutually beneficial coexistence of monks and mortals. You have me, and I have you. They depend on each other and cannot be separated.
After some monks arrive on an island, they will often measure the qualifications of the mortals on the island every ten years, and those with higher qualifications will be accepted as registered disciples. They usually work as odd jobs and have various spiritual herbs.
If there is a person with extraordinary talent and he is accepted directly as a disciple, he may still have to rely on him a few years later. This kind of culture of "I lead you and you lead me" is also one of the reasons for the progress of the world of sea realm cultivation.
Compared with the Nanlin and Central Plains cultivating circles, Zhou Yuan had to admit that this kind of spiritual cultivation thought in the sea area was already ahead of the curve. Perhaps it was a voluntary restriction. If everyone in the Central Plains could cultivate immortals, it would be a complete doom.
After all, they rely on spiritual herbs, and there are only so many years of spiritual herbs. Use one pill and you will lose a lesson, use a handful, and a handful less, and you will have more mouths and less bites to eat, so it is impossible to create this kind of atmosphere.
The world of cultivating immortals in the sea area is different. They rely on war to support war. Only by constantly killing monsters and beasts can humans survive. Otherwise, they will become the food of monsters, and the fecundity of monsters is terrifying compared to humans.
Humans don't have many offspring in their lifetime, and monsters mate and reproduce together every time they are in estrus. After a few years, they will give birth to litters one after another. Humans can only choose to rely on the reserve power of mortals and constantly increase the number of monks.
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In the end, the more monks there are, the more monsters will be killed. The more monsters will die, the more prosperous the cultivation world will be. The more prosperous the world will be, the more monsters it will be able to hunt in the deep sea. Only then will humans gradually gain a firm foothold on the high seas.
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Finally, more than ten days later, Zhou Yuan arrived at Shimmer Island, which is 4,500 nautical miles southwest of Yuling Island. Zhou Yuan put down the chart and breathed a sigh of relief, finally arriving at his own territory.
But there was still work to be done, so he said: "Who is the mayor of this island? Bring the mortals to see me quickly. I have something important to tell you." Zhou Yuan's voice was not deafening, it was like whispering softly in his ears.
Every mortal heard Zhou Yuan's voice transmission technique and realized that an immortal was coming. Soon after, scattered mortals came to Zhou Yuan. Among them were farmers, fishermen, and even a few practitioners.
A monk in the physical stage.
Zhou Yuan took out a token and said, "I recognize this token."
The leader of the old man said: "I recognize him, he is the island master of this island, grassman Wu San, the mayor of Shimmer Island, I have met the immortal master."
Zhou Yuan floated in the air and nodded: "My surname is Fang. From today on, I am the owner of this island. Tell me about the situation on Shimmer Island."
The old man Wu Sanwei shrank and said: "Good immortal master, Shimmer Island is a small island, but it is twice the size of an ordinary small island. It has a radius of more than thirty miles, and the number of mortals is correspondingly larger.