Lu Zhong, who was following the team, suddenly stopped.
The destination has arrived.
Looking ahead, there is an underground hall that is hundreds of feet long and wide. Although there are roots growing everywhere, it does not affect the solemnity of the place.
The roots must come from the golden tree, and this is obviously the basic condition for returning to the tree.
Directly in front of him is a rectangular altar.
The altar is made of tree roots, with a large human-shaped groove inside. It is emitting a hazy golden light at the moment, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.
The cloth bags that had been collected in Yunfang City were now carried to the altar one by one by figures in golden clothes.
Every time the golden light flashed, the bag shriveled up.
"This is Guishu?!"
Lu Zhong's eyes showed surprise.
Maybe ordinary people don't know the secrets.
But as a true immortal, he could see very clearly just now. Every time the golden light shines, the soul of the person in the bag will disappear.
As for the physical body, it was turned into ashes.
"It was absorbed by the golden tree... No!"
Lu Zhong's eyes fell on the altar. There were many small yellow flowers growing on the edge, and a flash of light suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Perhaps someone intercepted the flow."
Although he doesn't understand how monks in this world practice, he knows without thinking that no one is willing to stand still.
Those who are in a low place want to climb to a high place.
Those at higher places will want to go further.
Perhaps, Tiandaozi once restricted the way to rise, but in today's decadent era, most of these restrictions may have become ineffective.
Or maybe someone has found a way to crack it.
Just like the little yellow flowers on the altar.
The shape of each yellow flower is different, and there seems to be a hidden meaning behind it. There are even vaguely human faces appearing on the petals, whether they are happy, angry, sad or sad.
It can be clearly sensed that the flower contains a huge amount of soul fragments, and it is surprisingly pure. If it is condensed into essence, it should have a beneficial effect on the soul.
Lu Zhong even seriously doubted that Huang Hua had an effect on him.
"Could it be that...the improvement of cultivation here has something to do with the soul or the soul?"
Lu Zhong made a guess in his mind and continued to watch the tree returning ceremony.
Soon, the ceremony was completely over.
The leader, a man in gold, ordered others to clean up the scene, folded the bags, and hurriedly left the underground hall.
As if there was less pressure on their heads, the people in golden clothes gradually began to become active.
"Hey, how much do you think we can get this time?"
"I can't say for a year, but it will definitely be there for half a year."
"Only half a year? Forget it, when my life span exceeds two thousand, I will join the city guard army like my ancestors."
During the conversation, many people frequently glanced at the yellow flowers beside the altar.
Lu Zhong could sense that they coveted Huang Hua, and the reason why they could resist taking action was because something was restricting these men in golden clothes.
Through the conversation, we also learned the identities of this group of people.
Named "Golden Tomb Guard".
Their duties are simple. They are usually responsible for guarding the underground cemetery, preventing the undead from escaping, and resisting possible attacks by the undead from outside.
On the return day, they will go to the city to take in the deceased.
From the analysis of the dialogue between the Golden Tomb Guards, there is still an ascending path in Yunfang City, but it is controlled by the aristocratic family. They rely on swallowing the souls in the process of returning to the tree to continuously improve their souls, and then achieve the goal of upgrading their class.
the goal of.
Behind this incident, monks are suspected to be involved.
It is known that those yellow flowers are something that even the Lord of Yunfang City is not qualified to enjoy.
"If it's correct, this should be the way for monks in this world to advance."
Lu Zhong thought to himself.
What limits the improvement of a monk's cultivation level is still the scarce resources.
Changing the place is just a change from the treasures of heaven and earth to the yellow flowers that enhance the soul.
From it, he seemed to see a cultivation system that relied on the golden tree as its foundation and relied on countless vampire beings.
There was a sound of footsteps.
The leader of the Golden Tomb Guards who left just now is back again.
Different from before, there was now a thin monk behind him, who had the cultivation level of the late Foundation Establishment. The leader of the Golden Tomb Guards showed great respect to this man, nodding and bowing all the way.
"It seems that the growth of age may not necessarily increase the strength of one's strength!"
Lu Zhong saw this scene in his eyes.
Immediately afterwards, the thin monk raised his hand to collect all the yellow flowers around the altar, and carefully stored them in a red jade box. After collecting them, he did not forget to release his spiritual consciousness to prevent the yellow flowers from growing.
People pick it away.
After counting again and again, he nodded with satisfaction.
"Very good, your Yunfangcheng team has the best results in this field."
"After I return to the door, I will report to the superiors in handwriting, requesting recognition of the achievements of your Golden Tomb Guards in Yunfang City... This is the Gray Soul Pill this time, keep it carefully!"
The thin monk chuckled and threw out the elixir bottle.
After saying that, he left without looking back.
Lu Zhong glanced at the golden tomb guard and followed the thin monk silently.
The other party quickly left the city.
Just above a mountain ridge, where the presence of a third person could not be sensed for thousands of miles around, Lu Zhong appeared and intercepted the other party.
"You! Senior, what are you doing?"
The thin monk was surprised at first, and then smiled flatteringly.
"I'll ask you an answer."
"Yes, senior, just ask if you have anything to say."
This time the thin monk answered without even a hint of hesitation.
"very good!"
Lu Zhong smiled and nodded, he liked this kind of recognition.
The situation was unknown, so he decided to use the Yuanshi Dao Ring as little as possible. After all, he didn't know what the consequences would be once this ring was used.
Not to mention anything else, Tiandaozi is right above your head!
As for wasted time?
True immortals can enjoy immortality, so there is no time limit. In addition, Yu Feng'er and others have also been received in the mountains and rivers realm.
Under this premise.
Taking it step by step and taking it steadily is the best choice.
"Where are you from? Where did you learn from?"
"Returning to the seniors, the junior Huang Shulang has entered the Yellow Cloth Gate of Qinglian Fairy City. The ancestor in Huang Yi has already transformed into a god. As for the junior, he is in the later stage of foundation building and currently holds the title of Nabao Deacon, specializing in
Running around in the world."
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"Huang Hua?" Huang Shulang was slightly startled, obviously not expecting Lu Zhong to ask this, but he did not continue to think further.
Sometimes the more you know, the easier it is to lose your life.
"Senior is talking about golden fairy flower?"
"The function of this flower is to refine soul pills. Depending on their level, there are gray, white, red, purple, and gold colors. However, juniors have only heard of high-level soul pills. Whether they exist specifically is
I can’t guarantee that.”
"By taking the soul pill, you can improve your root bones. I think the seniors also know that this bone is related to the future of our immortal cultivators. However, this thing is destined when we are born. Therefore, we can only rely on the soul pill to make up for it, and we can hope to reach the level of cultivation."
A higher realm.”
"..."
Huang Shulang poured out all the information about Golden Fairy Flower in his mouth.
After Lu Zhong heard this, he guessed what he was thinking.
Then, he asked about the geography of the fairy world.
"In fact, this junior is not very clear about this. I only know that the Huangyi Sect and other forces in the Qinglian Immortal City jointly rule this place. The Qinglian Immortal City belongs to the Taihua Domain and is subordinate to our Shangzong Tai.
Huazong, the ancestor of this sect is said to have reached the Mahayana in cultivation, and Taihua Zong is governed by Yinloudao Palace, so he is a vassal.
"Because the Loudao Palace is located in a vast land, it is named after 'Yinlou', but it seems that there are other big forces above it."
Huang Shulang had an uncertain look on his face, and even glanced at him after he finished speaking, fearing that he had said the wrong thing.
Because of the Corridor Palace...
Lu Zhong heard the name Yinlou Dao more than once, but he never expected that the fairy world would appear directly in the territory of this power. When he thought about it again, he did not yet have the follow-up technique, and he did not even know the follow-up realm, and his heart suddenly
It gave rise to the desire to explore.
"Where is the Corridor Palace?"
"Senior, do you want to go there? Then you may be disappointed. It is said that this gate of the palace is held by an immortal beast. It is ethereal and uncertain. There are very few opportunities to see it, but... this junior heard about it thousands of years ago.
He said that Taihua Immortal City was once haunted by disciples from the corridor, maybe you, senior, can go and give it a try?"
As he spoke, Huang Shulang formed a curtain of water and pointed in the direction of Taihua Immortal City.
"You performed well."
Lu Zhong chuckled, flicked his fingers, and injected a burst of magic power into Huang Shulang's body.
This is to erase his memory.
By the way, I also reviewed Huang Shulang’s memory.
Then, the figure slowly dissipated.
After a short break, Huang Shulang regained consciousness.
He glanced around suspiciously, but checked his memory and found no abnormalities. After confirming that he had not been parasitized or taken away, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He left here without looking back.
...
After Huang Shulang left, Lu Zhong appeared again.
Looking at the direction the other party was leaving, he summarized what he had just gained.
"In the fairy world, not only the monks, but also the forces are still hierarchical. It seems to have formed the hierarchical system of the Huashen Sect, the Mahayana forces, and the Taoist Palace... Moreover, the Yellow Clothes Sect alone rules the upper class.
The kingdom of mortals.”
From the analysis of this person's memory, it can be known that the population of the mortal kingdom is not large.
The largest ones are like Yunfang City, but they only number in the millions.
A small town, even less than ten thousand.
A country can have at most a dozen cities, with a total of tens of millions of people.
The mortal kingdom is ruled by a solidified class, and the immortal cultivators guard one side, organize the mortals to reproduce, and obtain benefits from the tree return ceremony.
"Mortal people are like pigs and dogs, and low-level monks are no exception."
In Huang Shulang's memory, monks also have the idea of returning to the tree.
Of course, the longevity of monks is far superior to that of ordinary people. Even if they are at the first level of Qi Refining realm, they can survive for ten thousand years. When it comes to foundation building, it is even more exaggerated and can reach a hundred thousand years.
Living forever in the fairy world is extremely cheap.
I really don’t know what those monks in the lower world who are trying their best to ascend to the fairy world thought after learning this?
A monk's return to the tree is different from that of a mortal.
Perhaps it is the price of cultivation. Once they return to the tree, they will disappear completely.
No matter the soul or the cultivation level of the body.
"So, the purpose of Tiandaozi's creation of immortality...is it for sustainable development? Immortal cultivators appear one after another and become his nourishment after returning to the tree."
"But why is the way of heaven still declining?"
Lu Zhong looked up at the golden tree above his head and remained silent for a long time.
...
Another day.
Lu Zhong caught up with the fleet halfway.
There are three large mountain ships in this fleet, each of which is thousands of feet long. They depart from Qinglian Immortal City and sail north to Taihua Immortal City, with several stopping points along the way.
The journey was quite peaceful.
After all, there is no Jie Xiu who dares to rob a large fleet with astonishing force.
Except for the immortal monks.
Their obsession is so stubborn that it is almost engraved in their souls, and they act bravely without fear of death. After all, they can be resurrected after death and launch attacks again and again.
In just one hundred thousand miles of travel, it happened no less than ten times.
Whenever the fleet leaves the sect's sphere of influence and enters the wilderness, it will be attacked.
Lu Zhong thought that the wilderness was the territory of the undead.
Fortunately, there are many beautiful scenery along the way, which can soothe people's hearts.
It took more than half a year for the fleet to cross several wilderness areas and finally entered the Taihua Sect's sphere of influence.
Once across the border, the situation is completely different.
Scattered houses began to appear in the originally uninhabited wilderness, and then the number increased, and stretches of farms and market towns began to appear.
This change was undoubtedly brought about by Taihua Sect.
The deeper you go, the more prosperous it becomes.
But when we arrived at Taihua Fairy City, this feeling disappeared.
Outside Taihuaxian City, there is a stretch of battlefield ruins.
It's colorful and very beautiful.
On the ruins, you can still see the withered bones of giant beasts, crashed mountains and flying boats, the burning sword energy, and the heart-warming aura that is stirring and lingering.
At this time, above the battlefield ruins, a golden sword was suspended in mid-air.
It is filled with golden sword energy, constantly consuming the remaining power on the battlefield.
Therefore, occasionally, several explosions can be heard, or there may be a silent collapse somewhere, leaving a mutilated corpse behind.
Beside, several figures have been waiting for a long time.
At this moment, they were like wild dogs pouncing on food, turning into escaping light and swarming forward. Either they succeeded in finding a treasure, or they inspired other powers halfway, their bodies instantly turned into ashes.
Seeing this scene, people on the boat burst into laughter.
"Is this...a relic of the Shattered War?"
Lu Zhong looked at the scene below, his expression did not change at all. He could naturally see that the ruins involved a fight between high-level monks, but they were not at the level of true immortals. They should be in the fusion stage, and at most they were not in the Mahayana stage.
But even so, through this cruel battlefield, we can still get a glimpse of the tragic part of the broken war.
It is said that it was a war that caused the death of countless true immortals.
He had heard about this from travelers along the way, and he would naturally want to verify it when he entered Taihua Immortal City later.
"Buzz buzz-"
As the hull trembled slightly, the flying boat gathered the dazzling light feathers on both sides and slowly slid into the cleared channel into the city.
Later, more monks came in the form of escaping light.
Under their tug, the fleet quickly entered Taihua Immortal City.
When you exit the airport, you will see a huge platform in front of you.
At first glance, you can tell that this was once the place where a certain weapon was placed, and even the original power supply lines of the magic circle are still exposed. However, the purpose has been changed now, and the platform has been deliberately leveled. Now there are more
There are many stalls up there.
Just like elsewhere, the stall owners here are also lifeless.
Neither mortals nor monks have any vitality at all.
As for the things they set up stalls to sell.
Lu Zhong glanced at it and quickly found something he was interested in.
It was exactly what he had been looking for, a miscellaneous book that could understand the customs of the immortal world and introduce the common sense of cultivating immortals.