In fact, it’s not surprising that Han Yu has such thoughts.
When the two met for the first time, they were just two seemingly equal teenagers. Han Yu believed that they could still get along as equals.
As a result, it didn't take long for the opponent to gain foundation-level strength. Doctor Mo, who was on guard against him in every possible way, was unable to survive even a single move in his hands, and was sent to Guixi.
This time, after ten years of absence, Bai Mo's revealed strength is even more unfathomable.
Han Yu, who is at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, has seen a lot of foundation-building master uncles in Huangfeng Valley. Even seniors in the Golden Core stage have been lucky enough to meet them a few times, but they are far less terrifying than the aura of Bai Mo in front of him.
He guessed that only the ancestor of Nascent Soul, who had seen the dragon in the Yellow Wind Valley, could compete with the one in front of him.
What's more, the other party also created such a heaven-defying method as the Yin Yang Five Elements Technique. Even though the method itself is very weak and the cultivation speed is slow, it does not reduce the magic in it at all.
"You cannot cultivate immortality without spiritual roots. This has been an iron rule in the world of immortality for thousands of years."
He still remembered what he said when he said goodbye to Mo Fengwu in his dream.
It was for this reason that the two people in the dream ended up separated from each other.
…
"What are you thinking...what am I?" Bai Mo turned his attention to Han Yu.
For a moment, Han Yu felt as if he was being looked at by thousands of eyes, and the stars in the sky were all watching him.
Even though every ray of his gaze was as light as a feather, he couldn't hold it against the weight of the feathers, which were as numerous as the stars in the sky and made him almost unable to breathe at all.
"Junior dare not..." How dare Han Yu admit it. He has been walking in the world of cultivation for many years, and he has heard that some mythical beasts have very weird tempers and will eat people if they disagree with them.
Although he had a specious friendship with the other party, he didn't have the guts to gamble on how much this friendship was worth. After all, he only had one life.
"How likely do you think it is possible for a pseudo-spiritual monk to build a foundation?"
"Pseudo Spiritual Root Monk...the hope of building the foundation is very slim." Han Yu also told the truth.
He knew very well that unless this pseudo-spiritual monk was lucky and had the help of a mysterious vial like himself.
Or maybe he has a Qitian background and has a close relative who is at least the golden elixir stage, and goes to get the spiritual elixir pile regardless of the cost. Otherwise, let alone building the foundation, it will be difficult to reach the thirteenth level of Qi refining before dying of old age.
"Then guess, why do I have to create such a technique?" Bai Mo asked with a smile.
"..."
"How do I know what you, a god, want to do..."
Han Yu was also going crazy at this time.
"Senior, are you trying to fulfill Mr. Mo's last wish...?" He asked tentatively, but even he didn't believe it.
Would a high-level monk really do this for a mere mortal's promise?
But Han Yu is not a modern person after all, so he can't think of any slogan that everyone is equal and everyone has the ability to cultivate immortality.
Bai Mo shook his head and said no more.
"Building the foundation..." The question about the foundation building of the pseudo-spiritual monks made Han Yu's thoughts fly further.
He was thinking that although it was indeed difficult for pseudo-spiritual monks to build a foundation, there were simply too many of them.
There may not be even one child in a thousand people who has spiritual roots, but no matter who they are, they can obtain false spiritual roots as long as they sacrifice their lifespan through blood sacrifice.
Over time, the number of monks with false spiritual roots will be hundreds of times that of real spiritual roots.
It’s not that all pseudo-spiritual monks have no hesitations. Han Yu’s sister, for example, has now found a small sect under the Yellow Wind Valley to take shelter. Han Yu gives his sister various exercises every once in a while.
resource.
Relying on the accumulation of spiritual stones, Han Yu's sister's cultivation speed is no slower than that of the true spiritual root monks.
As for the Mo sisters, he has also made up his mind to help them to build the foundation as much as possible. Han Yu was deeply touched by that dream, and he must make up for the regrets in the dream.
Anyway, the mysterious vial is powerful enough.
…
Han Yu has seen even more outrageous things.
An old golden elixir monk in the Yellow Wind Valley had never had a descendant with spiritual roots. After obtaining the Yin Yang Five Elements Secret, he felt like he had found a treasure. He desperately used his wealth to enrich his youngest son who had been raised to the mortal world to become a king.
A veteran golden elixir monk from a large sect, he is so rich.
He took out enough resources for ten True Spiritual Root monks to go from the first level to the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. He took Huanglong Pill, Heqi Pill, and Poyuan Pill for free, so that his youngest son could grow up in just five years.
In a matter of years, he went from a mortal to a monk in the late stage of Qi refining.
Even some monks with two spiritual roots may not be able to achieve this speed in normal cultivation.
"Senior, will the foundation-building monk...one day follow in the footsteps of the qi-refining monk?"
There are simply too many pseudo-spiritual root monks. With such a huge base, even though the proportion is extremely small, there will still be a large number of people who can build the foundation.
If the number of foundation-building monks in the world of cultivation also increased tenfold or a hundred-fold, it would undoubtedly be a disaster for the existing foundation-building monks.
"Yes, you have thought of this."
"But so what?"
"Yes...but so what?"
Han Yu felt depressed for a while, and then smiled again.
The foundation-building immortality that I have been thinking about forever will become worthless in a short time.
But then he figured it out, as long as he still had the mysterious vial in his hand, he would never stop at building the foundation.
"As long as I get promoted fast enough, this wave will never catch me!"
"Thank you for your guidance, senior!" With a confident smile, Han Yu said goodbye to Bai Mo, leaving only a white figure beside the lonely grave.
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Three years later, a news that shocked the entire Nanya Prefecture spread to the outside world, centered on the Yanghuo Palace and other four super sects.
The four major sects unexpectedly changed their usual ways and invited fellow Taoists from all over the world to go to Xuanwu Pass, which has always been guarded by several major sects, and jointly explore the endless resources of the Ten Thousand Mountains behind Xuanwu Pass.
This world has always been in a state of confrontation between humans and monsters.
In fact, nearly half of the entire Nanya Prefecture is not within the control of the human race.
In Nanya Prefecture, the two sides are roughly bounded by Xuanwu Pass. The hundreds of thousands of miles of land around Xuanwu Pass are areas where humans and monsters fight fiercely.
In the past, the four major sects have been taking the lead and dispatching a large number of monks from top to bottom to guard Xuanwu Pass and the many surrounding fortresses to guard against the endless tide of beasts that spew out from the Wan Zhong Mountain from time to time.
Although the task of defense is not light, it can also obtain a large amount of resources from monsters. The total value of the materials obtained from monsters every year is incalculable.
As for the price, it's just the lives of some unlucky people.
Therefore, unless there is a super beast tide that occurs once in a thousand or even ten thousand years, and the entire Nanya State needs to be mobilized to defend it, the four major sects and their vassals usually hold the interests of this area firmly.
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._