When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

Just after leaving Zhaoyu Town and passing the Zhaoyu Stone, the scenery is completely different.

First, there was two miles of wasteland. Except for one lane that led directly to Zhaoyu Town, which was relatively flat, the rest of the land was either overgrown with weeds or jagged with strange rocks.

And because of the heavy rain, the originally smooth driveway gradually became muddy.

If you try hard to cross, you will definitely fall into the mud.

Walking two miles further outside, the view is much wider, and it is a plain. Some farmers in the small town will come here to farm.

Li Changxiao was passing by here and happened to pass by two farmers. They were carrying hammers on their shoulders and frowning. One of them even shouted in his mouth that he really would not be able to survive these days.

The other person also responded. He was very resentful and couldn't figure out the reason. The weather was obviously good this year, and there was no locust plague or drought, but why was there no harvest?

After hearing the conversation between the two, Li Changxiao stopped them. He glanced at the land from a distance and found that it was quite fertile, but it shouldn't be like this.

The two of them didn't know the reason, so they just kept complaining to him.

Li Changxiao was curious and asked how the two farmed.

The two replied that there was nothing difficult about farming. Even ordinary children could do it. They just dug a small hole and sprinkled the seeds.

When Li Changxiao heard this, he immediately felt dumbfounded. No wonder the seeds couldn't survive. He had to at least turn over the ground.

The two were surprised that they had never turned the soil before, and they didn't know what the purpose of turning the soil was.

Li Changxiao understood clearly in his heart that the soil fertility was unusual before. Even after the spiritual energy was exhausted, he could still enjoy the legacy of the past. He sprinkled the seeds on the ground casually. As long as there was no drought or locust plague, he would be able to survive.

But things are different now.

The monks are transforming into mortals, and the immortal dynasty is transforming into mortals. There is no reason why the land cannot transform into mortals.

The fertility of the land is no longer what it used to be, but the people's farming level is still stagnant. As a result...

The world is miserable!

Li Changxiao told the two of them some farming techniques that he knew. The two looked doubtful. After listening to part of it, they felt that they couldn't remember it or couldn't believe it, so they just gave up and left.

Looking at the backs of the two of them, he didn't pay much attention to them. Everything had its own destiny. If he could help, he would help. If he couldn't, forget it.

He found a precious spot, with the breeze blowing, screwed the cork of his wine, and fell asleep beautifully.

I slept until dawn.

The injuries caused by Tianlei's body wash have completely recovered, and he even feels a little stronger.

At noon.

He came to Zhaoyu Town again, made the final payment with the proprietress, and put on a brand new white clothes in the changing room of the store, with a graceful and extraordinary temperament.

Change your clothes.

He came to a hillside that he had scouted for a long time.

In a place with a beautiful view.

He pulled out Qingping's sword and used it as a shovel to dig out a deep hole.

He lay down in the pit, called the Jade Rakshasa to come out and buried him tightly, and then helped put up a sign with the words "Do not disturb anyone else".

Jade Rakshasa knew that his master was about to break through again, so he completed this not-so-difficult task in a few clicks, and then returned to the soul bead to warm up his soul body.

at the same time.

Li Changxiao's consciousness sank into the dream space.

That yellow fruit is ripe.

Gives people a sweet feeling.

Occasionally a mist of spiritual energy is emitted.

Li Changxiao picked the fruit and took a bite.

The yellow pulp melts in your mouth and is full of juice. The moment you bite it, it fills your entire mouth.

Every drop of juice can be turned into spiritual energy that the outside world can only seek.

And the amount is very large and very pure.

Just one bite and you get a ton of benefits.

Li Changxiao did not hesitate and took a second bite. The spiritual energy stirred up made his clothes flutter and his long hair fly.

He was launching an attack towards the city gate in the "late stage of Nascent Soul".

With the help of this fruit, even if there is no external spiritual energy supply, the time for him to break through this level will not be too long, at most twenty years, if not seven or eight years is enough!

Everything is ready, all we need is the east wind.

Li Changxiao slowly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

This time, he didn't let Jade Rakshasa go out, because she was a soul after all and couldn't be too far away from him, and she wouldn't be able to collect much useful information.

Instead of wandering around outside, it is better to stay in the soul bead to be warmed and nourished.

But Li Changxiao was very thoughtful.

He collected a lot of mortal martial arts, as well as some techniques suitable for ghost cultivation, and let her figure it out on her own. He didn't expect her to practice, but just read it as a book to pass the time.

…

Time passes.

Five years passed in a flash.

In this tide of transformation.

Everyone is struggling.

Cultivation is inherently contrary to nature.

The Taoist heart of a monk is not so easily destroyed.

The spiritual energy was exhausted for only three hundred years, which was not enough to completely defeat them.

But then again.

Everyone knows well that the recovery of spiritual energy is far away, and in this era, it is not just as simple as the disappearance of spiritual energy, but also the withering of all methods... and so on.

For example, there are some terrifying divination techniques, spiritual weapons, and formations that are enough to predict the world.

Unknowingly, it loses its effectiveness.

Another example is the monk's spiritual consciousness that only needs to be swept over, and every plant and tree within a hundred miles can be reflected in the mind.

In this era, they have also been inexplicably suppressed, and it is difficult to achieve the previous power. Ninety percent of the monks have been sealed in the body in order not to increase losses.

It is the spiritual energy that is depleted, but when it comes to the last resort, the cultivators would rather use the spiritual energy than use their spiritual consciousness.

In this bleak scenery.

This day.

A spiritual bird shocked the world, causing countless cultivators to burst into tears.

They still saw the light, but they knew that someone was finally willing to stand up and lead them to grope forward in the darkness.

Perhaps subconsciously, they have been looking forward to this moment.

Lingtian Dynasty.

Only a spiritual bird was seen.

It flew into the palace and flew into the hall.

It was the morning court.

The court, which had been gloomy for a long time, had sunlight for the first time.

The spiritual bird was snow-white.

Its body was light.

In the eyes of the civil and military officials in the court, it was simply dazzlingly beautiful.

Even the emperor sitting on the dragon throne could no longer remain calm at this moment.

He stared at the white bird.

His breathing was rapid.

He had no time to care about his image.

The appearance of this spiritual bird means a person... a big shot, a top-notch big shot in the world...

The spiritual bird flew to Li Shanhe's finger.

The bird's claws tied an envelope.

Li Shanhe took off the envelope with trembling fingers, untied the rope, and slowly opened it. During the whole process, he subconsciously held his breath. No, not only him, but also all the powerful officials in the court.

Open the envelope.

The content is very simple.

"The Ten Thousand Immortals Summit will gather the strengths of hundreds of schools to discuss the reform plan, which will be officially launched in five years."

"All the cultivators in the world, regardless of their cultivation level or birth, as long as they are still alive in the world... Come!!"

"I hope the recipient will make it public"

Finally.

Signature...

The leader of the Dao Sect: Li Xundao!

At this moment.

In several worlds, Li Shanhe is not the only one who received the spiritual bird envelope.

A spiritual bird flew into a temple with a lot of incense, landed on a golden statue, and let the fireworks smoke it, but it didn't leave.

As if waiting for someone.

After several days, two women who looked exactly like the golden statue rushed to the temple, caught the spirit bird, and took the envelope.

The older woman's pupils shrank.

Another spirit bird flew into the former holy land, landed on a branch, and quietly waited for someone to take the letter.

Some flew into the ravine...

A conference sweeping the cultivation world has quietly begun.

This conference concerns the fate and reform of all cultivators, and Li Xundao, the leader of the Dao Sect, is the only one who is qualified and capable to convene this conference.

This era needs a leader.

(There is another chapter today, which should be released in the afternoon)