Cultivating Quietly for a Thousand Years
Chapter 132
The Origin of the Devil, the Longevity Dao
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After walking out of the hall, Xing Hongxuan saw many godly cultivators being escorted out of the nearby palace.
It was hard to imagine how many godly cultivators the Fiend Emperor had captured.
“Is there really no hope? Where is the Heavenly Immortal Manor? Where is the holy land?” The voice of a female disciple came from the side, her tone filled with anger.
Before they were arrested, they thought that victory was imminent.
Suddenly…
The nightmare has just begun!
Daoist Nine Cauldrons looked around, secretly surprised. Why are there so many evil cultivators?
How did a true cultivator quickly become an evil cultivator? Logically speaking, the transformation of spirit energy into demonic Qi required a cultivation process. How could it possibly dissolve one's cultivation and cultivate again in such a short period of time?
The ground was flat and there were dozens of large palaces scattered around it. There were bonfires everywhere, and the number of evil cultivators was immeasurable. Demonic Qi formed rolling dark clouds that covered the sky as if it was already night.
From a height in the sky, the palace formed a huge circle. All the doors are facing the same direction. It was a huge altar that was ten thousand feet long and wide. It was completely pale and seemed to be made of white bones. That's frightening.
The Altar of Sacrifice Welcomes the Devil!
A circle of evil cultivators stood around the altar. They were all wearing black robes, looking like ghosts from the underworld.
The explosion!
The dark clouds above the altar surged violently, forming a terrifying vortex. Lightning struck and thunder rumbled.
In the distance, on a small mountain, Su Qi and the Chaotic Heavenly Dog were lying behind a rock, looking up.
“So many evil cultivators. Are we really going to fight? ” Chaotic Heavenly Dog asked tremblingly.
It had finally escaped the grasp of the Fiend Emperor, so he was unwilling to take any more risks.
Su Qi said seriously, “Our hearts are on the right path, so how can we be afraid? If the plans of the Demon Emperor succeed today and the world is in trouble, then our master can forget about cultivating in peace. At that time, when we look back, they may lack our help!”
The Chaotic Heavenly Dog put on a bitter look. This kid is too right!
He suddenly missed Ji Xianshen.
How great would it be if that person came!
Planted Diligently Into an Eternal Mountain.
After Han Jue finished his lecture, the disciples were still in an enlightened state and could not regain consciousness for a long time.
At this moment, Li Qingzi rushed over and came to Han Jue's side. He glanced at Murong Qi, Sword Understanding Dao, and the others and said in a low voice, “ Elder Han, Sect Master, and the others have been captured. What do we do?"
The distance was too far away, causing the news to be delayed by over a year.
Han Jue replied, "Just wait."
He wanted to say that they would be fine, but what if something happened? He cannot guarantee such a thing!
“I don't know what happened to that Holy Land. They all disappeared. Shit!" Li Qingzi gritted her teeth.
He felt there was a conspiracy behind this.
Han Jue said, "They might be in trouble as well."
These words are true. Previously, when he read the emails, he had discovered that Ji Xianshen, Ji Lengchan, and Ji Kong from the Heavenly Immortal Manor had been attacked by evil cultivators. The number of their attacks far exceeded the number of the Pure Jade Sacred Sect.
Looks like they're under arrest.
Li Qingzi sighed and left.
Han Jue's expression did not change. In fact, he used the Heavenly Puppet to observe the situation in the Demon Path Imperial City.
He's waiting for someone.
Demon Emperor Ji Naihe!
As long as he killed Ji Naihe, the path of the demons would naturally collapse!
Before long…
The cultivators of the Pure Jade Sacred Sect were escorted to the Devil Welcome Sacrifice Altar. They had been imprisoned for so long that they lost the ability to fight because of the demonic Qi. They could only look at the evil cultivators around him with hatred.
"What's in the sky?"
"Did they really summon a demon?"
"The legend says that the demons were once the strongest race before the appearance of humans and demons ..."
"Damn it, I can't use the spirit energy in my body!" "Where is the Demon Emperor?"
The cultivators discussed excitedly. Panic, nervousness, and anxiety spread throughout the altar.
More and more cultivators were brought to the altar.
Fiendish Arhat stood beside the altar and sang with his eyes closed.
Some cultivators wanted to fight back, but they were struck by evil cultivators. Their meridians were paralyzed and they were thrown into the altar. They wailed endlessly and were extremely pitiful. Huang Jihao arrived in front of the Nine Daoist Cauldron and asked gently, "Is your sect's God-Slaying Elder here?"
In his heart, Han Jue was the strongest cultivator. If he came, there might be a chance of survival.
The Daoist Nine Cauldrons shook his head.
He was glad Han Jue didn't come. If he did, the Pure Jade Sacred Sect would be completely wiped out.
A look of regret appeared on Huang Jihao's face.
The explosion!
Blood Qi surged above the altar as a figure appeared above it. It was the Blood Demon Patriarch.
He looked at the altar and nodded.
He directly released his terrifying pressure, enveloping the huge earth, making all the cultivators on the altar feel as if their chests were struck by a hammer, extremely uncomfortable.
When all the cultivators reached the altar, other than the evil cultivators guarding it, all the other evil cultivators kneeled down and worshipped the altar.
World's silent.
There were over a hundred thousand cultivators walking straight at the altar. None of them dared to let out a sound as they looked at the sky nervously.
What happens next?
"Welcome, Demon Emperor!" Patriarch Blood Fiend shouted.
Hundreds of thousands of evil cultivators shouted in unison.
“Welcome, Your Majesty!”
“Welcome, Your Majesty!”
“Welcome, Your Majesty!”
The evil cultivators shouted in unison. Their voices gathered, deafening. The face of every evil cultivator was filled with fanaticism.
A figure appeared in the vortex.
It was Demon Emperor Ji Naihe. He raised his hand and said, "The heir of the demon's path."
All the evil cultivators closed their mouths and looked at him.
The true cultivators were even more nervous, not knowing what would happen next.
“When the world was first created, everything was chaotic. There were demons first, then gods, and then humans born. The gods and demons then appeared. They strive to be free from the limits of the Heavenly Dao, to be immortal and indestructible. They did as they pleased, seeking revenge as they pleased! ”
Ji Naihe's voice was filled with changes as she led the evil cultivators back into the distant past. Deep in the Mountain Cultivating with Diligent Being Immortal, Han Jue also heard his words through the Heavenly Puppet. He secretly wondered if this was the devil's path pyramid scheme?
Han Jue did not move immediately. Ji Naihe was high in the sky, it was not the best time to move.
At this moment, Murong Qi, Black Hell Chicken, Xun Chang'an, Yang Tiandong, and Dao Comprehension Sword had all awakened.
"Grandmaster, should we pursue age or spirit energy?" ask Murongqi.
Han Jue replied, “All sentient beings have ambitions. My goal is to live. If you live longer than others, you will become the strongest existence. ”
Yang Tiandong asked, “There are heavenly rules in the Heavenly Dao. The cycle of life and death is a heavenly rule. After becoming an Immortal, will we jump out of the life cycle and die?”
He had already given up on his ambitions and only wanted to pursue the Great Longevity Dao.
“Eternity and gods are only stronger than humans. True immortality is still far away. Otherwise, there would not have been so many reincarnations of immortal beings and gods in the legends. Precisely because the peak of the Great Dao is far away, we must cherish the present moment. Today, if we cultivate for only a few minutes, after a thousand years, how much time would we waste? Ten thousand years? One million years?” Han Jue said slowly.
He was troubled by other events, but in the eyes of the disciples, he was unfathomable and had seen through the mortal world.