Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 30 Past Part Two

The Foundation Building Stage event lasts for a week, which is nearly twice as long as previous editions.

There was no way, the battle for chief was so lively, and many disciples who were not very competitive were also led by this atmosphere to try their skills.

Wu You only planned to watch the first two days and the last day of the Foundation Building competition. After all, he was in the Gold Core Realm, and it was pointless to watch the noobs in the Foundation Building Realm compete with each other.

I'm almost tired of aesthetics.

On the third day of the competition, only Qiu Yunqing was left in the two seats in the front row. The person who was supposed to be sitting next to him had already left the clan with a light sword...

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Vertical Cloud Mountain’s Monster Race secret is hidden in the majestic mountain.

Wu You held Yan Yu's feather in his hand, stepped on the flying sword, and gently fell from the top of the mountain.

The moment he touched the soil on the top of the mountain, the soil that he could actually touch became lighter and fluctuated like a curtain of water, allowing his body to pass through without any hindrance.

The magnificent Monster Race ruins below appeared in Wu You's field of vision.

He came to listen to the story. (rubbing hands)

The flying sword landed on the long slope of the secret realm, and Wu You slid down the grassy slope like a surfboard, blowing down a grass path.

Stopping in front of the palace, Wu You put away his flying sword and straightened his clothes. Before he could speak, a gentle divine thought was already guiding him inside.

The ruins of the corridors in the ruins are dilapidated and dilapidated, but you can vaguely see the splendor of the past.

With Senior Yanyu's strength, it should be easy to repair this ruins. Does it mean anything special to him to preserve the ruins in their original state?

With this in mind, Wu You followed the guidance of his spiritual thoughts and walked to the door of a side hall. He pushed the door open and walked in. Yan Yu was already waiting at the table.

The white wolf from last time was not seen.

Wu You touched his chin. Maybe the other party didn't want to see him. After all, he was the one who asked Qiu Yunqing to be let go.

Alas, the hatred of killing a friend.

"Senior Yan." He stepped forward and sat down.

Yan Yu nodded slightly, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Wu You's dantian, and he paused: "My little friend has already figured out how to use this Gold Core."

Although he didn't mention it, Yan Yu had already discovered the thunder pattern Gold Core in Wu You's body the last time they met, and saw that he didn't know how to use it at that time.

"I originally wanted to find a practice method for you, but it seems that the person who taught you is an expert, so I won't get involved."

Wu You smiled, Senior Su was indeed considered an expert and a professional: "Senior, let me worry about it."

After chatting for a while, Yan Yu continued to tell the story after Tiandao left...

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It is said that the previous Heavenly Dao plundered most of the spiritual energy of the Immortal Cultivation World, crossed the void, and went to an unknown place.

In the following nearly ten thousand years, the concentration of spiritual energy in the entire Immortal Cultivation World dropped to an extremely thin level.

The Age of Dharma Ending begins here.

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If the aura between heaven and earth disappears, what will happen?

This was an issue that the monks of South Kunlun, the predecessor of Jianmu Xuezong, often considered and debated when Tiandao was in power.

Is the method of cultivation cut off, or can we find another path to immortality?

The monks had argued over it.

Wu You probably knows this question well. An era governed by pure physical rules will come.

But that is the answer that belongs only to him, to the world called Earth.

But this world is different.

Compared with the vast universe that has gone through tens of billions of years, this world...

too young.

Just a toddler.

The construction of world rules and the support and maintenance of heaven and earth are still closely dependent on the majestic spiritual energy that was given to it when it was born.

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Broken Moon Cliff.

The edge of the world of cultivation.

A section of white rock cliff stands quietly on the edge of the earth, leaning forward and reaching out to the deep void and stars.

In the endless void, purple clouds appear and disappear. In the void clouds, thunderstorms outside are silent. The earth in the distance, closer to the void, is gradually disintegrating and disappearing. The broken soil and stones break away from the shackles of gravity and dissipate. In the endless void.

A middle-aged man wearing a golden brocade robe with a dragon horn on his forehead and a majestic expression was standing on the edge of the cliff staring at all this.

"The collapse is getting faster and faster."

He didn't look back and said in a deep voice. The Monster Race officials accompanying him behind him all fell silent upon hearing this.

"Send the order and immediately arrange the relocation of Monster Race from the outer area to Zhongzhou."

A Monster Race minister said: "But on the human side..."

After the spiritual power dried up, this young world was finally unable to maintain its huge size and began the process of plane collapse.

In just a few years, many Monster Races living on the edge of the plane have become homeless, but if they continue to move east...

It is the territory of the human race.

"We have no choice." Monster Emperor's voice was firm and cold.

He took one last look at the crumbling earth, and this glance ignited the war between Monster Race and the human race.

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Thirteen years after the end of the law, Monster Race expanded eastward.

War in this era is a hundred times more brutal than ever before.

Both the Monster Race and the human race have lost the supply of spiritual energy from heaven and earth. When the spiritual energy in their bodies is exhausted, there is no possibility of recovery.

No matter whether you are proficient in talismans or magical spells, you can't escape the fate of exhausting your spiritual power and ending up in a physical fight. Monster Race has always been famous for its physical strength and high proportion of physical training.

In the same year, the human race was defeated and retreated to the twelve states.

After this battle, both tribes lost less than half of their high-level monks, and many of them had their spiritual power exhausted. It would take thousands of years of seclusion to restore some spiritual power.

At the same moment, in a corner that the monks had not watched, the "ants" on the ground faced a disaster.

If a plane loses its aura and is unable to maintain itself, how about the ordinary creatures in the plane?

On the earth, plague is raging across the world, crops have stopped growing, and deformities and stillbirths among newborns have increased to more than 70% within ten years. How many people have never even seen a truly healthy baby in their lives...

In Monster Race, except for some extremely powerful bloodlines, only a few of the descendants of ordinary Demonic Beasts have opened their spiritual intelligence.

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A thousand years ago

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When the low-level monks of all races were unable to break through due to their cultivation, and almost all died of exhaustion of life span, but no fresh blood was seen flowing in, the high-level monks walked out of seclusion and went to the mortal world.

——Their race has disappeared.

"I don't know how the powerful human race at that time felt when they searched all over this world, but only found some 'human beings' who had degraded to the point of being no different from apes in the mountains and forests."

Yan Yu sighed with emotion, while Wu You fell into deep thought.

Spiritual power is the basis of all existence...

So who is he?

There was no spiritual power on that little blue broken ball, at least not since he could remember. His cultivation level was rising like a rocket. Could it be related to this incident?

The clues in his mind were scattered here and there, as if they were weaving a web for him, a web of clues... that included all the secrets.

But it failed in the end.

He cleared his mind and looked up at the simple but gorgeous reliefs on the palace ceiling.

He still knows too little...

(End of chapter)