Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Misty Rain Holy Lake.

On the huge lake, the water is calm.

Around the lake, hundreds of Rainmen masters were on guard, either openly or covertly, to be wary of enemies that might appear at any time.

In the middle of the lake, in the palace complex where the Yuren tribe lived, the atmosphere was also extremely solemn.

The top leaders of the Yu clan once again gathered in the political hall to discuss the next step for the Misty Rain Holy Lake.

In the square of the palace complex, the younger generation who had just finished practicing gathered together in twos and threes and talked in low voices.

"Do you think there will be any results from the discussion between the clan leaders this time?"

"Who knows, the Heavenly Clan Leader and the others have discussed this many times, but every time there was endless debate and no plan at all. I guess it will be the same this time."

"Hey, it's no wonder that the clan leader and others can't make a decision. After all, this change is too sudden and too big. Who can make a decision so quickly in a hurry? After all, this is a decision that affects the life and death of the entire clan!"

"Yes, who would have thought that the Lord of God would die? Without the protection of the Lord of God, our seven spiritual saints would be like children without a mother. We are really at a loss what to do!"

"My mother's child? Humph, don't you think this is ridiculous?"

"Why, am I right?"

"Of course it's wrong. Where in the world is there a mother who uses drugs and restraints to control her children? Our seven spiritual saints are nothing more than puppets to the Lord of God."

"Yes, I used to feel that my brain was always muddled. Although I often took medicine, I never thought about what those medicines were used for."

"Now that my mind is suddenly clear, I suddenly realize that I was so pathetic before. I never had my true thoughts. All I thought about every day was how to be loyal to the Lord."

"Yes, sometimes these days, when I think about the words I once said, I feel inexplicable shame."

"About dedicating one's life to the Lord of God, and saying that the Lord's grace is greater than the kindness of one's parents, I really can't imagine that I actually said these words myself."

"Well, in the past, our brains were controlled by drugs, so we did things that were beyond our control. Now that we are free, we shouldn't mention those shameful things anymore."

"Hey, although I may be scolded for saying this, sometimes I really want to say, thank you Holy Tree Mirror for killing the Divine Lord, otherwise we might still be confused to this day."

The Rainmen present suddenly fell into silence.

Because although these words are sensitive, they also speak to everyone's hearts.

In the crowd, Miyu Tianluo, like everyone else, remained silent.

Miyu Tianluo was the new name given to him by his elders after he came to Miyu Holy Lake.

His previous name was Liang Zhuzi, and his previous name was Zheng Jingren.

It has been decades since he came to Miyu Holy Lake. Zheng Jingren has gradually become familiar with everything here, which was unfamiliar at the beginning.

There are many Rainmen in Misty Rain Lake. Zheng Jingren stayed here for decades and made many friends, but also made many enemies.

But no matter what, Zheng Jingren didn't want anything to happen to Miyu Holy Lake, at least he didn't want anything to happen to his friends.

But many times, the development of things does not depend on people's will, especially for a weak person like him, whose impact on the overall situation is even more minimal.

Zheng Jingren raised his palm, but he didn't catch even a drop of rain. The sky was clear and cloudless.

I still remember that when I first came to Misty Rain Lake, Zheng Jingren was surprised by the wonderful scenery here that was shrouded in rain all year round.

Later, he learned that the wonders of Miyu Holy Lake, which has constant rain all year round, are all due to the Zhen clan's artifact Miyu Lake constantly affecting the celestial phenomena.

The continuous drizzle is not only beneficial to the training of the Rain people, but it is also a defensive restraint.

Anyone who does not have the blood of the Rainmen will immediately be attacked by the artifact once they sneak in.

But now, the drizzle that has shrouded the Misty Rain Holy Lake all year round has disappeared.

Because their sacred artifact, Miyu Lake, was snatched away by others, and they couldn't afford to offend the person who took it away.

No more protection from the Lord of God!

No more deterrence from the artifact!

Today's Misty Rain Holy Lake is like a tiger that has had its teeth pulled out and its claws cut off. On the surface, it is still aggressive, but secretly it has long been weakened.

Now let alone other tigers, even a dog can bite them half to death.

So these days, the senior officials of Misty Rain Holy Lake have been meeting to discuss, trying to find the best way out for the future of the entire ethnic group.

"Zheng Jingren?"

Suddenly, a vague voice sounded in my ears.

Zheng Jingren was startled and looked around, only to find that the tribesmen were still talking among themselves and seemed to have heard nothing.

"Don't worry, no one can hear us. The surroundings have been shrouded in my illusion. Your tribe will only think that you are closing your eyes to rest."

The voice came again.

Zheng Jingren pursed his lips and asked tentatively: "Are you the senior who helped me restore my sanity?"

"Well, why, I haven't seen you for decades and you can't hear the sound?"

Zhao Mu chuckled.

"No, it's just that you haven't appeared for decades, senior. I couldn't believe it for a while." Zheng Jingren replied.

Although he knew that this senior was his old friend in his previous life, he did not know the specific identity of the other person, so he was inevitably cautious when speaking.

Zhao Mu smiled and asked: "How is it? How have you been in Misty Rain Lake these years? Judging from your appearance, you must not be taken seriously, right?"

"Senior has a keen eye."

Zheng Jingren did not pretend to be pretentious and said directly: "This junior has been living outside for many years without the care of his parents. Naturally, his level of attention is not as good as that of the tribesmen who grew up in Misty Rain Lake."

"But fortunately, the junior has made many friends in the clan over the years, and his life is quite comfortable, and he has made great progress in the cultivation of his own bloodline."

"This is all thanks to the help of our seniors back then."

"Haha, let alone your cultivation, your level of flattery is almost catching up with that of your previous life."

Zhao Mu chuckled and said: "Okay, you don't have to hide it. In a place like Misty Rain Holy Lake that values ​​the purity of blood, you, a tribesman of unknown origin, naturally cannot be taken too seriously."

"You said you have made many friends over the years, but you must have more enemies. Many of your so-called tribesmen look down on you, thinking you are a bastard with impure blood, right?"

Zhao Mu said the word bastard very directly.

But Zheng Jingren had to admit that these two words described it too accurately.

Because in the eyes of many Rainmen, his fellow tribesman who came back halfway is just a bastard with impure blood.

There are more than one clansman who has bullied him for this over the years.