As soon as he stepped into the void rift, Mo Wuji wanted to enter the mortal world. But he immediately discovered that after he stripped off the two simulated principles from the mortal world, his spiritual mind had completely collapsed. Not only did he know the sea god
When his mind collapsed, Chushenluo's mind also collapsed. This was caused by the dissipation of his Dao foundation.
At this moment, he couldn't even enter his own mortal world.
Five saint-level experts plus Mo Wuji's Great Destruction Technique seemed to tear this void realm apart to the end. The only thing Mo Wuji could do was to curl up and let himself be swept away in the cracks in the void.
Although his Dao foundation was destroyed, his body refining foundation was still there. Even though his physical body was almost split into three pieces, as long as it was not completely destroyed, his physical body was still slowly healing in the cracks in the void.
"Bang!" After an unknown amount of time, Mo Wuji was blasted directly from the atmosphere to the ground.
At this time, Mo Wuji breathed a sigh of relief. With his powerful body in the late stage of the Holy Body, nothing would happen to him. At least his life was temporarily saved.
Although his injuries were extremely serious, Mo Wuji still did not move. He felt that this place should be an extremely low-level interface. The vitality between heaven and earth was not only low-grade, but also extremely thin. It should be the kind of vitality that was inferior to spiritual energy. He
There is simply no way to rely on the vitality here to heal injuries.
After a full day, Mo Wuji finally struggled to get up.
On the surface, he didn't seem to have any injuries. Only he knew that there was no way to save his injuries.
No need to ask, Mo Wuji also knew that this place was just like the earth, a realm where the energy of heaven and earth was lacking and cultivation was impossible.
Climbing out of the deep pit that he had smashed down, Mo Wuji saw a dark sky without even moonlight.
The place he was in was a small dirt bag, and the weeds on the dirt bag were sparse.
Mo Wuji's mood was extremely calm at this moment. He knew very well that if no external factors intervened, he might never be able to leave this mortal planet.
Equivalent to the mortals here, he has an endless lifespan. No matter how endless his lifespan is, he cannot restore his Dao foundation. He can only be like an eternal stone, slowly consuming his life here.
, until the moment when the longevity is completely consumed.
Maybe countless years later, Han Qingru, who is practicing in his mortal world, will feel that something has happened to him and find a way to leave the mortal world. But Mo Wuji knows very well that without his help, no one, including Han Qingru, can
Leaving his mortal world.
Apart from accepting his fate, he had no other way to leave this planet.
Time passed little by little, and Mo Wuji, who was standing on this little piece of dirt, did not move. From a quasi-sage peak man who traveled the universe, he fell to where he is now. From today on, he is really
To become a real human being.
Familiar figures emerged one after another in his mind, and the one that finally settled in Mo Wuji's mind was a thin girl with yellow hair.
If it weren't for Yan'er, even if he was reborn, would he have lost a kind of love and trust?
If he and Yan'er were still in that small capital, would Yan'er still go out to set up a stall every night and earn some copper coins to buy a bowl of rice for him?
Master...
The call seems to be still in front of him, but the Yan'er from back then can only exist in his memory. After all these years, I don't know if she is still practicing, I don't know if she has entered the fairy world...
A touch of red appeared on the horizon in the distance, and as the red faded into a faint golden color, the surrounding darkness was gradually dispelled by the golden color, and an outline appeared. Slowly, a red sun rose from the horizon.
Just watching the red sun rise, Mo Wuji seemed to be crazy.
For many years, he had been either running for his life or cultivating, or frantically looking for training resources.
Today he could finally do something unrelated to cultivation and watch the sun rise gradually. When was the last time he watched the sunrise?
The memory seemed to be blurred, and Mo Wuji was still thinking hard. By the way, he remembered that once he received an external research fund, he was very happy, and then asked Xia Ruoyin to go to Mount Tai to see the sun.
out.
But Xia Ruoyin rejected him. The reason was that the sunrise was not so beautiful, so she might as well eat Western food.
Later, he forgot whether he went to eat Western food or what he ate. What he finally remembered was that he still failed to see the sunrise. Today should be his first time to see the sunrise.
The sun slowly climbed up and turned into a dazzling disk.
"Hey, if you look at the sun like this, your eyes will burn in the end." A sudden voice woke up Mo Wuji who was deep in thought.
Mo Wuji turned around and saw a middle-aged man carrying a hoe on his shoulder, who should be a farmer.
"On you..."
The middle-aged farmer looked at Mo Wuji's ragged clothes. The blood stains on his clothes had turned into jet black color.
"Excuse me, where is this?" Mo Wuji asked, not understanding the meaning of the other party's words.
Seeing Mo Wuji clasping his fists, the middle-aged farmer seemed a little surprised. He quickly put down his hoe and spoke for a long time.
Mo Wuji sighed, this must be another plane. If his spiritual mind is still there, as long as his spiritual mind scans it, all the verbal information will be collected by him, and then he can speak calmly.
Without asking any more questions about the middle-aged farmer, Mo Wuji walked off the little dirt bag and went to the stream to wash his body. Even the shabby clothes, he also rearranged them. At least on the surface, he looked still in good condition.
Consider yourself a wanderer.
Going around the creek, Mo Wuji saw a busy farming scene.
Everywhere you look, you can see farmers working in the fields. They are either planting rice, plowing the ground, or harvesting...
Everyone is working hard, and everyone is harvesting their own hopes little by little.
Mo Wuji stopped again, and once again stood in a daze.
Once upon a time, he was one of these countless people, all working continuously for their own gains. He obtained the medicinal liquid that opened up the veins, and after his rebirth, he used these medicinal liquids to create the path of mortals.
At the beginning, he didn't even have a chance to practice, but he still relied on his own efforts to reach the pinnacle of the entire universe. Even though he was hunted down countless times and plotted against countless times, he still made it through.
Today, he has the physical body of the Holy Body, countless techniques, and even the Immortal Mortal Technique created by himself. It's just that the foundation of the Dao has been damaged, and the Dantian and veins have been destroyed. Why is he not as good as when he had nothing?
Is this a deterioration in his Tao, or is his mind beginning to weaken?
He can enter the Tao from a mortal, and then he can restore his Tao foundation and his own connections in the mortal world.
The decadent feeling before was instantly melted away, and a kind of pride arose. Looking at the still vast void, Mo Wuji let out a long roar.
He will still stand up and walk back into the universe.
Many people working in the fields in the distance subconsciously took precautions when they saw Mo Wuji standing there shouting for no reason.
Fortunately, Mo Wuji just roared once and then became quiet again, which allowed many people at work to feel at ease.
Mo Wuji, who had regained his confidence, hadn't thought about how to restore his Taoist foundation, but he actually felt a kind of hunger.
He has countless longevity, and he is still hungry, but he is hungry? How many years has it been? He felt hungry again.
"Brother, are you okay?" The middle-aged man from before followed him again and looked at Mo Wuji worriedly.
Mo Wuji saw how concerned he was and guessed what he meant, so he smiled and shook his head.
"Shall I go get some clothes for you?" The middle-aged man said enthusiastically when he saw that Mo Wuji's clothes seemed to be badly torn and were only tied together.
A clear understanding appeared in Mo Wuji's heart. Mo Wuji immediately shook his head and said, "I'm leaving, thank you."
Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, Mo Wuji turned around and walked away. He didn't walk very fast, but he took long steps. In just a short time, he crossed the dirt bag.
Mo Wuji came here as a stranger. Now that he was leaving, no one cared. At most, they watched Mo Wuji leave until Mo Wuji reached a place where everyone could not see him.
At first, Mo Wuji was still thinking that he should choose a quiet place to realize his enlightenment. But after walking for half a day, Mo Wuji's Qi Dao Luo had already been connected with his mind.
He had no intention of stopping and just kept moving forward step by step.
Whether facing plains or swamps, gravel or thorn bushes...
Nothing can stop Mo Wuji's footsteps, and nothing can stop his enlightenment. At this moment, the road under his feet is his way, and his way extends under his feet.