In just a short moment, it seemed like two worlds were separated for Wang Chen.
It felt like he was leaning up and floating on the boundless sea. Wang Chen's eyes were slightly opened and his pupils were dilated.
He could feel his own existence, but he was only aware of his own existence. He was like an unconscious person floating in the sea. His soul consciousness had long been erased by Li Tiannan.
The boundless darkness flooded over, like a rough sea, trying to drown him. But a little light broke through the darkness.
The pure and flawless light was like a small white hand that could be swallowed up by the darkness at any time, but it still held him tightly.
Then, the light in front of me became brighter and brighter, and the world gradually reorganized in a blur, and finally turned into the bright light of the moon sky in my sight.
There was still severe pain in his mind, and the memory was like countless ownerless particles floating in the void. When they slowly came back together, Wang Chen found himself lying on the ground.
The satin-blue night sky and the beautiful stars and moon reminded him instinctively of looking up at the stars more than once in the summer evening breeze, with the sound of insects in his ears and the fresh smell of flowers, plants and leaves on his nose.
But then, he remembered everything that happened.
"Daoguo... are all dead... and..."
"Am I okay?" Wang Chen felt a ridiculous feeling in his heart, and he sat up suddenly, as if he was in a dream.
With a thought, you can see the golden stars in your body, still floating and shining brightly.
"This thing can't help me reach the sky in one step. Turning into a little star is a good way to shine, but in the end, it doesn't improve myself as much as a small breakthrough with a tiny chance."
He was a little angry and couldn't help but recall the time when he wanted to kill Li Tiannan.
"What happened?"
Wang Chen thought subconsciously.
There seems to be a bright light in the remaining memory, like a miracle that pierces the darkness. Could it be...
"Is it possible that my talent and luck make me a little strong?"
Without thinking too much, he reluctantly got up and looked around. The sight was shocking.
The entire Huangpo Village has been turned into a deep pit. Only the location where all the cultivators agreed and did no harm to the Taoist Fruit still maintains its original landscape, like an isolated island in a dry sea.
The century-old jujube tree next to him has been neatly split in half by Li Tiannan, leaning to both sides, but stubbornly refusing to fall down, like two people bending over with difficulty.
Everything was quiet, but Wang Chen always felt that something indispensable was missing.
"Xiaoyao." He called out subconsciously.
There was no response, which made him a little flustered for no reason.
In the past, Xiaoyao would instantly appear in front of his eyes when he heard his own voice.
Looking left and right in panic, Wang Chen found out of the corner of his eye that Xiaoyao was lying on his back and asleep, with her little face pillowed on his right shoulder, her white hands hanging low, and her eyelashes so long that they seemed to be on his side.
He trembled slightly during the call and wanted to wake up, but he couldn't resist the sleepiness and still fell asleep.
"This guy has never seen her sleeping before." Wang Chen felt relieved for a while.
Looking towards the back mountain, he squatted down and slid down the deep pit. After a while, he appeared on the other side of the pit.
The back mountain was in a mess, with carcasses of beasts and pieces of flesh and blood all along the way. Over the fallen trees, Wang Chen saw that the huge stone sealing the cave used by Huangpo Village to take refuge had turned into fragments and scattered everywhere.
The cave was dark, silent and empty.
There were just faint traces of blood and messy footprints extending into the distance.
It seems that although the villagers' refuge was affected by the battle, it did not cause a large number of casualties.
However, Huangpo Village, my hometown in this world, was also destroyed.
One hometown cannot be returned, and the other hometown has turned into a deep pit.
But life is impermanent, and living is more important than anything else.
Although there are no cultivators in Huangpo Village, fortunately there are still a few smart people.
Although this battlefield is in a mess, the cultivators who participated in the battle yesterday were all extremely powerful people. I don't know how many people perished after this bloody battle.
The magic weapon cultivation techniques in their hands are extremely tempting for ordinary cultivators. If they do not leave the battlefield immediately, cultivators who come to hunt for treasures will definitely appear soon, and it will be even more of a blessing and a curse.
Unpredictable.
Guessing that the villagers were fine, Wang Chen suddenly felt like he had no worries.
In the face of natural disasters and powerful cultivators, even a self-sufficient Huangpo village that cultivates slash-and-burn farming and lives in peace with the world can only turn into deep ruins.
Just now, God used an extremely bloody scene to tell yourself that even if you can see the opportunity, it does not mean that the opportunity is yours.
Perhaps in this world of cultivators, the only thing that can control one's life and death is power.
There has never been a time when Wang Chen was so determined to leave the mountains.
But first, he needs to clean up the battlefield in front of him. There may be something valuable that can help him get out of the mountain.
Wang Chen moved very quickly. Thanks to his agility, which he had honed through years of battles of wits and courage with wild beasts in the forest, he did not spend much time counting the entire battlefield, as if he was sorting out his messy but clean clothes.
Room.
They chose a snow-white fox as big as a calf with two tails. The corpse of this fox was completely preserved, with a hole on its head that penetrated the entire head. It died with its eyes open.
Its eyes were dark blue. Even though it was dead, Wang Chen still felt dazed for a short time when looking into his eyes. It is true that the demon fox is good at confusing others.
Peel off the entire fox skin, and the process of making the fur, such as removing the meat, removing fat, and softening it, takes a lot of time and can only be left for later.
Wiping away the dirty blood on a sharp and heavy broken sword, he replaced the hunting knife on his waist with it.
After sorting out some rag fragments, although most of them have been ground and broken, these pieces of cloth are obviously not ordinary objects. They even have a metallic texture. I don’t know which cultivator collected the raw materials, which can be used to make fox fur.
Lining.
Other things that were heavy and broken and whose purpose could not be seen were left to lie quietly in this battlefield as witnesses of the battle for opportunity.
Contrary to what Wang Chen expected, not many valuable things were found in the battlefield.
Even though he had eyes that could see opportunities, he didn't find any clues.
As for the exercises, magic weapons, etc., he found nothing, as if God had failed to let him become a cultivator in his heart.
In the world of cultivation, life is like grass. Every cultivator has long had the awareness of death. Strong cultivators have long placed restrictions on their own treasures, mind and body, and will destroy them when they fall. They will not
It was a free advantage for future generations, and it also ensured that the sect's advanced skills would not be leaked.
Carefully wrapping these things into a package with a big piece of cloth and carrying it behind him, Wang Chen walked towards the distance as if he were going on a simple and ordinary hike.
After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back. Under the moonlight, the place where Huangpo Village used to be was in a mess, but there was a bit of tranquility, with silver bells, fireflies flying, and the sound of insects chirping.
This scene seemed to trigger memories of the past that he couldn't get back.
People are always like this. Not many people will cherish the present moment they live in. Only when they can't go back will they realize that the past that they can't go back may be a memory that will last a lifetime.
Then, Wang Chen walked into the jungle carrying a large baggage without looking back, and his figure gradually disappeared into the night.