The Age Of Doom: I Can Deduce Countless Ages Of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 68: The Beginning of Change

Upon hearing this voice, Zhou Qing was immediately startled. He got up and walked to the front door of the ancestral hall. After a brief moment of contemplation, he forcefully knocked on the door.

But there was still no response.

Thump, thump, thump!

Zhou Qing increased the strength of his knocking, but there was still no movement.

"Ancestor! Ancestor!"

As Zhou Qing knocked on the door, the foul stench that lingered around his nose gradually became stronger, until he was certain of its source.

It was the smell of corpses! Mixed with a sticky, pus-like odor!

An incredulous light flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes.

But now he had to admit that the source of this smell was inside the ancestral hall!

Zhou Qing frantically pounded on the door until it made a creaking sound.

The door opened!

Zhou Qing pushed open the door and walked into the ancestral hall. The strong smell instantly filled his nasal cavity, and at the same time, he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

An old man wearing a yellow Daoist robe was lying in front of a desk, gripping the floor with his hands. He looked up in the direction of the door, but from his throat, his skin turned a dark blue. There was a large hole in the robe on his back, and something seemed to be wriggling inside.

Several crimson pupils were exposed through the hole in the robe. Sensing Zhou Qing's presence, one by one, blood-covered gray rats crawled out, their squeaking and the strong stench shocking Zhou Qing like a thunderbolt!

Zhou Qing didn't have time to think about the scene in front of him. At this moment, he only had one thought: the ancestral deity who had protected his Zhou family for thousands of years had fallen!

...

Great Qian Dynasty.

"How are the progress of the cultivators in the family these days?"

Wei Fei held the handwritten copy of the Longevity Epidemic in his hand, standing on the tower overlooking the palace, and asked Wei Hai next to him.

"Ah! This Longevity Epidemic is effective, but the cultivators who successfully guided the epidemic have different symptoms. The most severe ones have already rotted away half of their physical bodies, but they are still alive."

Wei Hai couldn't help but sigh.

The Longevity Epidemic is achieved by adapting the body to spiritual energy, and it is extremely time-consuming for a person to fully adapt to an extreme environment from the inside out.

After returning from the Qingxiao Sect, he immediately arranged for the family cultivators to practice.

But now there are not many who can guide the epidemic. After guiding the epidemic, almost half of the cultivators will have symptoms such as rotting flesh, red rashes on the skin, and flesh and blood dissolution. The Longevity Epidemic is not an easy method to cultivate.

"As expected."

Hearing Wei Hai's words, Wei Fei's face showed an expression of no surprise.

He did not start practicing the Longevity Epidemic immediately, but let the family cultivators practice first.

At the moment he obtained the technique, besides admiring the subtlety of the technique, he also saw the extreme direction of this method.

From Wei Fei's perspective, the Longevity Epidemic is not just a technique, but also a disease!

If one can endure it, it will be the path to longevity. If one cannot endure it, it will be an epidemic.

"Do we still need to continue letting the family cultivators practice?"

Wei Hai looked at Wei Fei and said softly.

The flaw of the Longevity Epidemic was something they hadn't anticipated before.

"Do we have a choice?"

"If we don't let the family cultivators practice, other families may not think the same way."

When Wei Fei heard this question, he also sighed softly.

The spiritual energy of the last era has destroyed the previous path of immortality.

And the recasting of a new path is destined to be filled with hardships!

He gazed into the distance and said, "Find all the alchemists above the Eastern Wilderness, and at the same time, summon all the elders who guarded the scripture pavilion before the last era to return to the capital."

The Eternal Plague! It's not that simple!

At this moment, Wei Fei couldn't help but think of the Qingxiao Sect. What kind of technique did the Qingxiao Sect provide?

...

Great Jing Dynasty, Zhuangyuan Mansion.

A young man dressed in the robes of the top scholar knelt in front of an old man in a white robe, his forehead deeply buried in the ground. His hands tightly grasped the old man's robe that had fallen to the ground, his fingernails embedded in his palms.

Behind the two of them, several attendants dressed in long robes sighed with their faces covered.

"How could this happen! How could this happen! Master, didn't your Fellow Daoist say that by cultivating this technique, you can rebuild the previous path?" Wei Fei's heart couldn't help but be filled with despair.

Chen Pengxin raised his head and looked at the old man, whose body was already covered in dark blue. He couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.

"Disciple, disciple."

The old man's eyes gradually became cloudy, and now he could only emit a faint call.

Chen Pengxin hurriedly approached and choked up at the old man's mouth, saying, "If it weren't for you, Master, I, Chen Pengxin, would never have achieved my current position. If you have any last wishes, even if I have to sacrifice my life, I will fulfill them for you."

"Disciple, after I die, never touch my corpse, it's best to... also..."

Before the old man could finish his words, his gaze had already begun to fade, and his body was tilting towards the ground.

"Master, Master, what about the mansion?" Chen Pengxin saw the old man's body falling and quickly tried to support him.

Seeing that the old man was already lifeless, he angrily shouted at the doctors behind him, "Don't just stand there! Come and see what's going on!"

The doctors behind him quickly approached.

One of the doctors lightly touched the old man's body, but all he felt was a dense texture.

How could human flesh feel like this?

The doctor couldn't help but look at the others, and at this moment, the other doctors also noticed that something was wrong.

One of them quickly untied the old man's robe, only to see that the old man's flesh and blood had completely disappeared, and his internal organs were rapidly decaying.

Everyone looked at this scene in disbelief, and one of the doctors who had touched the old man's body suddenly took a few steps back. He found that his hands had unknowingly turned a shade of blue.

At the same time, everyone noticed that the areas they had touched the corpse were all covered in a grayish-blue color.

Chen Pengxin also looked at the patch of blue on his palm in disbelief.

"Disciple, after I die, never touch my corpse..."

The old man's unfinished words echoed in his mind.

But now it was too late!

Because the doctor who had just touched the old man's body and Chen Pengxin's skin both showed a grayish-blue color.

"What is this??" Chen Pengxin had been in contact with the old man for a long time and had a lot of knowledge about cultivation from his master's words.

But now, as he looked at the grayish-blue skin on his palm, his eyes were filled with confusion.

Suddenly, he felt as if ants were biting his lungs, and he couldn't help but cough forcefully. But with each cough, a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth.

He raised his left hand to cover his mouth, but at this moment, he felt a sudden blur in front of his eyes. In this instant, he, who had no signs of illness, collapsed to the ground.

From this day on, an unnamed epidemic spread from the Great Jing Dynasty!

(End of this chapter)