Bai Mo said something that Mo Fengwu had never thought of.
There are millions of materials in the world of cultivation. What effects do they have and how can they be used? This knowledge is not something you are born with. It has to be tried out at a cost.
It's just that they, the latecomers, are accustomed to this seemingly basic information.
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"Senior, we are going back to Xuanwu Pass. We have made an appointment with sister Xin Ling to continue entering the pass to kill monsters."
Bai Mo's heavy topic made it difficult for sisters Mo Fengwu to continue.
Who is the person who compiled the illustrated book? Such a heavy history, she, a young foundation-building monk who was still working hard to form pills, really couldn't think of it.
Twenty or thirty years have passed, and most of the people who were brought by Bai Mo to the Yin Yang Sect have passed away, and only three people are still alive today.
Sisters Mo Fengwu and the little beggar Xin Ling.
However, Xin Ling's situation is obviously much better than that of the Mo sisters, because he has three spiritual roots and a special physique, which is particularly suitable for the original skills of the Yin Yang Sect. He was personally accepted by the Yin Yang Sect's master, the golden elixir monk Mu Ziqing.
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With a golden elixir master taking care of him, and exercises that suit his body type, the path to foundation building is much smoother than that of his sisters with pseudo-spiritual roots, who had already built the foundation more than ten years ago.
"younger sister?"
Bai Mo remembered that when he brought the Yin Yang Sect with him, Xin Ling was not considered a woman...
"Sect Leader Mu did some things for her, and now she is a younger sister." When she said this, Mo Fengwu's face looked a little strange, and she turned slightly red.
"That's good, at least I'm alive."
"She asked me to bring you a message."
"She said thank you."
"..."
Mo Fengwu didn't say why Xin Ling didn't want to come in person.
"Longing is the emotion furthest away from understanding." As she watched Bai Mo disappear, for some reason, she suddenly thought of this sentence.
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More than twenty years have passed since the four sects of Yanghuo Palace made their declaration of entry.
Over the past twenty years, the storm of Yin Yang and Five Elements has swept through the entire Yuanyang Realm. The four continents outside of Nanya Prefecture are also filled with pseudo-spiritual root monks.
Not only have the number of Qi Refining monks increased by a hundred times, but the number of Foundation-building monks has also doubled, and life has become obviously not as good as before.
Xuanwu Close.
"It seems that Fellow Daoist Ji's plan is beginning to pay off."
"It's not a matter of planning. The world will change, so we must try our best to make some arrangements."
The peace order twenty years ago, in which the four major sects forced all mortal countries to cease war and accept the plan to reorganize the world of immortality, was exactly the work of Ji Xuande.
He wanted to use the flesh-and-blood millstone of Xuanwu Pass to let a large number of pseudo-spiritual monks raise gu in it and raise a group of elites.
When all realms are united, the power of the Yuanyang realm will be increased.
Now, the fact that all realms will be unified in two hundred years is no longer a secret among the top monk circles of Yuanyang Realm.
All the god-transforming monks, as well as some of the top Nascent Soul monks, are looking forward to it.
No matter which spiritual world, or Daochen Immortal Realm, it is said that the cultivation environment is infinitely better than the barren Yuanyang Realm.
As for the monks at the lower level, it is useless for them to know, so it is better not to say anything.
Not even the Golden elixir monks can afford to wait for two hundred years. Only Nascent Soul and the old monster of the Transformation God need to consider this kind of thing.
"The Xu Ming Project is about to begin. Please abide by the agreement and refrain from causing trouble and becoming a public enemy of the entire cultivation world."
"Of course, our limited lifespan should be reserved for the new world instead of wasting it in the Yuanyang Realm."
The Xu Ming Project was also led by the Yanghuo Palace. They organized all the god-transforming monks, as well as some promising Nascent Soul monks, to jointly practice a secret method of sleeping.
As long as you begin to sleep through these secret methods, your lifespan will almost never be lost. Only when the set conditions are met will you wake up again.
This is how the upper echelons of Yuanyang Realm deal with the two hundred years of waiting.
Otherwise, we will wait foolishly for the coming of the new world and lose blood for two hundred years.
In their vision, each sect only needs to leave some Nascent Soul Golden Core monks who have exhausted their way forward to guard the Taoism and maintain the general stability of the cultivation world.
What the sleepers are most worried about is, firstly, that after they start sleeping, the sect's lineage will be wiped out, and secondly, someone will take advantage of this period to sneak attack on them.
It's a pity that this life-locking secret method can only be used by people with cultivation levels above Nascent Soul, otherwise they might just seal the mountain for two hundred years and all sleep in the new world.
Naturally, it is not only the human race who knows about these matters, the demon clan must also be informed, otherwise the big demons of all walks of life will take advantage of the sleeping gods of the human race to counterattack, and it will be a lot of fun.
If you want to sleep, let's all sleep together. Don't let anyone sneak up and cause trouble.
Enter the new world while lying down.
After the unity of all realms, the spiritual world and the fairy world will be filled with treasures, but now they still have nothing to say.
"What about that senior? We have all entered a state of virtual darkness..." Some people were worried about Bai Mo's thoughts.
"I have been in contact with that senior many times, and he has stepped into the unfathomable level of heaven. He is not in the same world as me.
In his eyes, there is not much difference between us spiritual transformation cultivators, Qi refining minor cultivators, and a speck of dust or an ant on the roadside. Even the rise and fall of Yuanyang Realm is just a passing cloud."
"..."
"What Fellow Daoist Wei said is really... straightforward."
When Wei Wuya heard this, he could only sigh lightly.
Originally, he planned to lick his face and try to make a relationship, but after realizing the truth, he gave up his fantasy.
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Not to mention the many plans of the top monks in Yuanyang Realm, deep in the human-monster battlefield at this time, several guys in strange clothes appeared in a cave without any warning after a flash of light.
"The highest combat power in this world is the God Transformation. Its combat power is approximately equal to the late fourth-level to early fifth-level extraordinary beings in the empire. As long as we don't encounter them head-on, we will be relatively safe..."
"...wuwuwu..."
"Du Nai, please stop saying a few words. No one in the group knows that you have the most venomous mouth. You will come up with whatever you say."
"Captain, do you know what the historical text we are looking for is?"
"What is the historical text called..."
"There are rumors that the treasures that the big shots above are looking for contain the secrets belonging to the true immortals..."
The captain, who had completely switched to combat mode, was searching for possible dangers around him while explaining to the new team members behind him.
"There are secrets of true immortals in it? How could we be allowed in? Captain, are you kidding me?"
They knew in their hearts that they were just one of the hundreds of thousands of special operations teams in the Terra Empire, and their strength was inconspicuous. The average combat strength of their members was third level.
Counting various equipment blessings, the combined force can compete with the fourth level in a short time, just to the extent that they can escape from their hands.