Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

Zhang Yingjie is only eighteen years old, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the sixth level of Qi refining, and he will soon be able to break through to the later stage of Qi refining.

Zhang Yingjie behaved elegantly, clasped his fists and said: "Dear fellow tribesmen, this time the fog barrier suddenly struck, the Temple Street on the edge of Zhangjiaji was the most severely affected. The elders of the Neiji tribe wanted everyone to move to Neiji to avoid being attacked. Invasion of beasts."

After listening to Zhang Yingjie's words, everyone present looked at each other with complicated expressions.

Generally, tribesmen in Waiji can only live in Waiji and are not allowed to live in Iniji.

This time, for the first time, the clan leader gave the people in Temple Street the right to live in Neiji.

In Zhang Yingjie's expectation, these people should be happy and grateful.

But at the scene, no one showed any joy.

The crooked-necked man pushed through the crowd, walked up to Zhang Yingjie, the genius, and asked, "After we move to Neiji, will the spiritual land be allocated to us?"

"This..." Zhang Yingjie knew how precious the spiritual fields in Neiji were, so how could the clan distribute the spiritual fields to these people who had suffered disasters in Waiji.

"The land won't be divided among us, right? Then how will we live when we move to Neiji?" The crowd began to get restless.

Zhang Yingjie was speechless at this time and didn't know how to reply.

In fact, the clan elders thought that these clansmen in Temple Street would happily go there if they were given the right to live in Neiji.

This smooth favor was given to Zhang Yingjie, the genius of the clan who had made great efforts to cultivate him, and it would also help him gain prestige when he entered the upper echelons of the clan.

Ever since Zhang Yingjie was discovered by his family to be a high-grade spiritual root, he has never been short of cultivation resources. Naturally, he has never considered what these people from the outer set will do for a living after they move to the inner set.

"Without the spiritual field, what's the use of moving to Neiji?" Uncle Waibo sighed.

"yes……"

Others agreed.

Zhang Yingjie saw that no one was willing to move, so he could only leave in despair.

Uncle Wanbo said to the old grandpa sincerely: "Grandpa, you have the longest generation here. You have watched most of the people in Temple Street grow up. If these spiritual fields are destroyed, there will be no Temple Street." ”

After Mr. Waibo finished speaking, a sad atmosphere filled the scene.

"Temple Street is gone..."

There was a throbbing in the depths of my soul.

"Sigh... the spiritual fields on Temple Street add up to thousands of acres. To maintain spirituality, the amount of spiritual excrement required is huge. It is simply unrealistic, unless..." The old grandpa took a puff of cigarette and hesitated.

"Grandpa, if you have anything to say, just say it!"

"Yes, grandpa, we all listen to you."

…

Everyone looked at the old grandpa eagerly.

"Unless you go to the Mysterious Blackpool, get the mud from the Blackpool, and make it into spiritual excrement."

At this time, Zhang Dawu stood up and said, "Let's get the black pool mud for Grandpa."

"Alas..." Old Grandpa sighed, "How can it be so easy? The Mysterious Black Lake is located deep in the Black Forest. It is the nourishing place of the fog barrier. The barrier beasts are rampant. Even the monsters in the Black Forest All the beasts will go around."

The old man with the crooked neck was also a little panicked at this time, and said with a look of despair on his face, "I have also heard of that place. It is said that countless years ago, there was a horrific battle between beasts in that place, with rivers of blood and mountains of corpses. , countless spirit beast corpses piled up, turning into a confusing black pool, and the spirit beast corpse energy accumulated, turning into a terrifying barrier beast. "

"Yes," the old grandpa nodded, "The obstacle beast transformed by corpse energy is three points more powerful than the spirit beast of the same level. However, the black pool mud transformed from the spirit beast's corpse has abundant spiritual energy and is comparable to the first-level peak spirit dung. ”

Hearing that Blackpool Mud was comparable to the first-order peak spiritual dung, the crowd became restless again.

"This is the only chance."

"Without the land, without the nourishment of the spiritual valley, he will degenerate into a mortal in the future, and the road to becoming an immortal will be completely eliminated."

"It's done, let's go and break through this confusing black swamp."

Soon, a group of young people in Temple Street decided to go to the depths of the Black Forest to obtain the Black Pool Mud.

"You don't want your life!"

The voice was calm and intimidating. Everyone turned around and saw that it was Zhang Xingshan, the elder of the Zhangjiaji clan.

There are nine elders in Zhangjiaji, and Zhang Xingshan is the ninth elder.

The clan elder has a prominent status in the family. Except when the clan worships ancestors, people like these in Temple Street rarely see the clan elder.

Zhang Xingshan's cultivation at the eighth level of Qi Refining gave everyone present a strong sense of oppression that was almost suffocating.

Soon, the crowd automatically moved out of the way.

Zhang Xingshan walked in expressionlessly and looked at everyone with cold eyes.

"Look at your own cultivation. The highest level is only the third level of Qi Refining. You still want to break through the confusing black swamp? You are seeking death!"

"Elder of the clan, we can't sit still and wait for death!" Zhang Dawu said as a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

"What do you mean by sitting still and waiting for death? Didn't the clan allow you to move to Neiji?" Zhang Xingshan said, staring at Zhang Dawu in front of him with burning eyes.

"Even if we move to Neiji and there is no land, how can we survive? Without the resources of the spiritual valley, we will eventually become mortals and turn into a handful of loess."

"You mean you want the clan to distribute a batch of spiritual grains to you on a regular basis? Letting you move to Neiji is the biggest concession the family can give you. You are limited to move to Neiji within five days, otherwise life or death will be at stake ”

After saying that, Zhang Xingshan waved his long sleeves and left.

Seeing that the clan elder had made his decision, the crowd dispersed in twos and threes.

Henry Zhang returned to his three-point spiritual land and found that more than half of the spiritual valley had died.

Uncle Waibo’s spiritual valleys all withered to death.

The crooked neck man scratched these spiritual grains with his hands and let out a sharp howl.

Zhang Xuan looked at the crooked-necked old man crying and didn't know what to say for a moment.

To be honest, since he came to this world, he didn't have so many unforgettable feelings for the spiritual land.

Unlike the crooked-necked old man, it seemed that he was completely desperate without the spiritual land.

The fog barrier became thicker and thicker, invading the spiritual power of the spiritual field bit by bit, making a "sizzling" sound.

The spiritual power of these spiritual lands was slowly disappearing.

"Alas..." Zhang Xuan sighed and returned to his residence.

The barrier gas in Temple Street was getting thicker and thicker.

Unable to go out to pick up manure, Zhang Xuan had to stay at home.

Fortunately, he had stored a jar of spiritual grain before, so Zhang Xuan could still hold on.

However, he didn't dare to eat too much.

After all, he didn't know when the barrier gas would dissipate.

He even hoped that after the barrier gas dissipated, he could continue to pick up manure and continue to plant spiritual fields.

However, in the next few days, the barrier gas showed no signs of dissipating.

The spiritual grains in many households in Temple Street had run out, and everyone became more and more anxious.

On this day, Zhang Xuan just fell asleep when he heard the door open.

Zhang Xuan jumped up with a somersault.

A big hand hugged and covered his mouth directly.

"Shh - Brother Zhang Xuan."

Zhang Xuan looked carefully and found that it was Zhang Dawu.

"What are you doing..."

"Brother Zhang Xuan, we are a group of young men in Temple Street, and we are planning to sneak into this barrier black swamp."

"But... the elders said that venturing into the barrier black swamp is a way to seek death." Zhang Xuan said with fear of death.

"Are you going or not? If you don't go, I will kill you now!" said a burly man with a scar on his face.

"Zhang Jun?!"

Zhang Xuan certainly knew who this scarred man was.

He was Zhang Jun, the one with the highest cultivation among the young men in Temple Street, who had reached the second level of Qi Refining.

Zhang Dawu also patted Zhang Xuan on the shoulder and said, "Brother Jun has reached the second level of Qi Refining. He can fight even a first-level monster. Those who are older can give up the spiritual land of Temple Street and become mortals. The path of us young people has just begun."

Zhang Xuan looked at Zhang Jun and Zhang Dawu. There were forty or fifty people behind them, including Er Laizi who picked up manure last time.

Zhang Jun was not a good-tempered person. If he said "no", I'm afraid his head would be twisted off by the other party.

"I'll go!" Zhang Xuan said with gritted teeth.

A group of people quickly gathered another fifty or sixty people, adding up to more than a hundred people, all of whom were young people from Temple Street.

"According to what the old grandfather said, as long as you follow this fog barrier, you can find the Misty Black Lake. Once the fog barrier dissipates, don't think about finding it again."

Zhang Jun said, taking the lead and walking into the depths of the fog barrier.