Mythological origins

Of course, Zhao Zilin didn't know whether it was prosperous or not, but the Zhao family she led as the head of the family was forcibly disbanded in this round of changes led by the top of the cultivation world.

Almost all the noble families among the mortals have some background of cultivators.

Some of them have ancestors who were once rich and gave birth to cultivators, and some of them still have family members who are cultivators.

Relying on the support of the immortal masters in the cultivation world, these families can prosper for a long time.

But these relationships are nothing in the eyes of the Yuanying Huashen cultivators.

Each of them is a thousand or eight hundred years old old monster, and the worldly ties have long dissipated in the long time.

In the eyes of the Yuanying Huashen cultivators who dominate this land, the only meaning of the mortal world is to be a breeding farm and cultivate as many cannon fodder as possible as quickly as possible.

There is no need for any complicated social relationships.

The top monks do not allow mortals who do not work but only eat the offerings to exist.

Mortals should either be responsible for farming, or for having children, or directly come to the front line, don't do so many miscellaneous things.

We are running a breeding farm, not a society.

Monks also do not collect taxes, or only collect "blood taxes", and regularly send new people to the Yin-Yang Five Elements School organized by major sects for classes.

Many "training classes" that were once glorious were also swept away, some "teachers" were recruited, and the rest were all driven outside the Xuanwu Pass.

Go to the pass!

...

"Miss, have you recovered?" Jin Guang asked.

Since the Zhao family was forcibly disbanded, Zhao Zilin, as the head of the family, has never been energetic.

She worked hard to manage the family and rushed to the foundation building. She thought that after she built the foundation, the Zhao family handed over by her father would be carried forward.

As a result, a dissolution order now completely shattered this fantasy, and the flourishing Zhao family was split into dozens of small families.

Those who can farm are forced to farm, those who can't farm are sent to the front line, and those who can't farm but haven't been to the battlefield yet have to pay a blood tax and give birth to a child every three years.

Of course, there is only one exception. If the child born has true spiritual roots, he will be exempt from tax for life.

The more mortals there are, the more true spiritual roots there are. The monks have figured this out.

"No..." Master Shui Jing replied casually.

For the four major sects' operations, Master Shui Jing, who came from a poor family, felt very happy. He had seen the oppression of the poor by the aristocratic families since he was a child.

How many people were forced to sell their children and daughters and their families were broken up by them.

Master Shui Jing was so happy to witness their collective downfall with his own eyes.

As for Jin Guang, he was originally a member of the poor masses, but unfortunately his mind was on Zhao Zilin. Now that the eldest lady is unhappy, he is also upset...

"The Jiabingshenchou area she is responsible for has only given birth to more than 800 children so far this year. If she doesn't urge them, they will not reach the predetermined target, and most of this year's bonus will be deducted."

"Zilin can't recover for a while, so I'll urge her tomorrow."

"... There's no hope."

...

After entering the foundation-building level, Master Shuijing can clearly feel that the cultivation world now truly accepts him and regards him as a member of the cultivator.

Qi-refining cultivators, especially those with pseudo-spiritual roots, are not really regarded as human beings by the mainstream of the cultivation world. They are just some tools that have some use value and can talk.

But now it is different. He can also go into the circle of foundation-building cultivators to communicate. No one cares about whether they are real spiritual roots or pseudo spiritual roots.

Because even if they have true spiritual roots, only one in a hundred can build a foundation. If they can build a foundation, they are the winners in life. Who cares how to build the foundation?

Shui Jing still felt that there might be other calculations behind these big moves of the four major sects.

But his level was too low to see clearly.     …

In the deepest part of the Wanzhong Mountains, the holy land of the demon race, the Demon God Temple.

Giant candles that two people could not hold together were burning in front of the Demon God Altar, and the melted wax slowly slid down like blood.

The light from the candles was not bright, and it swayed gently in the empty hall.

In places where the light could not reach, there were large shadows.

At the highest point of the altar, there was a huge insect egg with a cracked corner.

"Are you awake?" Such a mental fluctuation came from an unknown shadow.

"It's you?!" The will in the insect egg instantly recognized the identity of the messenger.

"The mother of all insects, Isis."

"Bai Mo...!!!"

The next moment, a three-story-tall girl covered in mucus rushed out of the giant insect egg in shock, and directly knocked a hole in the demon god altar.

Such a huge impact naturally attracted the attention of many demon god priests.

The Demon God Temple is the holy place of the demon clan. There are dozens of great demons with the combat power equivalent to the Nascent Soul level stationed nearby on weekdays. After receiving the news, they all changed back to their original bodies and turned into giant beasts that covered the sky and rushed to the front of the Demon God Temple.

However, when they came to a hundred feet outside the Demon God Temple, even the most unruly demons could not resist the pressure of the demon god, and all had to crawl on the ground.

One by one, the mythical beasts half-knelt respectfully and waited outside the temple.

"I'm fine, you guys can go away."

The giant girl, who turned into clothes with insect egg shells, gently stroked the huge hole above the temple that she had knocked through, and the broken part began to recover as if time was going backwards.

"I obey the law!"

Facing the pressure of the demon god above, the big demons couldn't even lift their heads and almost crawled away. However, they didn't feel there was any problem.

The demon clan strongly believes that the strong are respected, and the strong even directly feed on the weak. Dignity means nothing at all.

…

"You failed?" After the demons left, Isis asked in the direction of the shadow.

From the moment she knew that she was not dead or demonized, she thought Bai Mo had failed.

Isis has always believed that the other party wants to destroy the world and demonize the entire Daochen world.

"Are you sure?" Bai Mo said.

"..."

"You changed my memory?! You are not from Daochen Realm at all, how could you become the original Taoist Master of Daochen Realm - Moyang Taoist?!"

Isis was thinking and sorting out her memories, and was shocked to find that there were two sets of conflicting memories fighting in her mind.

In one set of memories, Bai Mo was summoned by himself to help him deal with the two great masters of Daochen Realm.

She, the mother of all insects, Isis, was originally the master of the starry sky insect tribe. She was invading the Daochen Realm on a large scale, but she was suppressed by the two Taoist Masters of the Daochen Realm and could not make any progress.

So she recruited Bai Mo, whom she met unexpectedly from a distant world, and who had just become an immortal less than 300 years ago, to help share the pressure of the battlefield.

In the end, he didn't expect that the other party would turn around. After his real body arrived, he directly challenged three, suppressing himself and the other two hostile Taoist masters.