The Feng Zun Journey
Warfare Raged
When he looked at it from above, he saw a slovenly old Daoist in a worn-out robe.
"Do you have any business with me?" Yuan Zhi asked and looked alert.
The old daoist smiled, his eyes narrowed into a crescent shape as he said, “Don't be afraid, miss. In this life, I do always appreciate a beautiful girl, but I will never do anything unpleasant for them.”
As he spoke, his eyes turned to Yuan Zhi's body, he looked at every inch of the pretty girl's body.
He looks very immoral.
Yuan Zhi rebelled, and he immediately turned around and left.
“Hei, wait! I have something I want to ask you.. ”.
The old daoist wanted to start his conversation, but before he could finish, Yuan Zhi blurred into a beam of light, shot through the sky, and disappeared in the horizon.
"Is this humble Daoist really disgusting?" The old man rubbed his face, looking angry. "You have eyes, but you don't recognize the heavenly treasure in front of you!"
After hesitating for a moment, he let out a long sigh, then darted towards the Python Cloud Mountain.
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After leaving the Long Dynasty, Feng Zun and his comrades continued their journey towards the Han Dynasty, they also stopped several times along the way.
Seven days later, the fifteenth day of the eleventh month.
Midnight.
The moon is perfectly round, icy cold, and bright as it hangs overhead.
Its light illuminated the corpse-filled wildlands, where blood flowed like a river..
A bone-chilling cold wind howled amidst the darkness, his voice reminiscent of the cries and wails of grief. The atmosphere was very disturbing.
“The world has really changed..”
Feng Zun stood in the middle of the darkness, on top of the mountain, his forehead slightly furrowed as he stared at a bloodied battlefield.
Since leaving the Long Dynasty, they passed through three royal states. They saw scenes of carnage and warfare everywhere they went, including some large-scale battles!
The reason was simple, as the heaven and earth spiritual energy gradually recovered, the spiritual objects and spiritual herbal ingredients in the wild increased.
To the extent that even some of the valleys that previously seemed barren, were now overwhelmed by abundant spiritual energy!
When anyone tries to seize a spiritual material or object, it inevitably leads to bloodshed and conflict.
To the extent that the cultivator faction put aside all pretenses from each other, and each of them fought all-out to occupy the mountains, which were filled with spiritual energy before everyone else got ahead.
In one of the cities, Feng Zun saw the ground suddenly crack and split as a spiritual spring formed.
It naturally attracted many cultivators, who fought over it, turning a sizable city into a battleground that gave rise to a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Another time, deep in the mountains, he saw a faction of peasants clashing with spiritual beasts who had long made their home there. They fought and killed under the curtain of darkness, and both the sun and the moon seemed to lose their radiance.
Similar scenes were played out across the cultivation world.
These are days of chaos and bloodshed.
Everyone is suffering!
This was what happened when the heaven and earth spirit energy recovered.
Everyone was trying to seize the resources that were springing up, and they were doing all they could to gain luck and strengthen themselves.
The world remained peaceful for a long time, but it became increasingly turbulent.
For example now, the distant and corpse-filled battlefield was the result of two factions fighting over a spiritual mountain.
The conflict escalated into bloodshed, leaving the earth scorched and filled with corpses.
“I just want to know how far the Han Dynasty and Zhou Dynasty have changed.”.
Yin Ying said with a slightly worried tone.
To ordinary residents, when cultivators fought, they were like they were conducting an eternal god-scale battle, the consequences of which would definitely destroy the lives of the commoners.
Such a battle clearly had a huge impact on the ordinary human world.
No matter if it was the Han Dynasty or the Great Zhou, they were merely a small, remote Empire. If such chaos were to occur there, purgatory would light up the sky, and the inhabitants would face great danger.
“Time is changing, and no one can do anything about it. Only by acting in accordance with the changes of the world and strengthening oneself can one find a stable footing in the new age. Only then can one aspire to be great, ”
Feng Zun said calmly.
He had seen too many such scenes in the memory fragments his teacher had given him, and he naturally did not find them strange at all.
“Sister Feng, look at that,” Han Mei suddenly spoke up.
His gaze suddenly locked onto a distant battlefield.
They saw someone jumping around among the pile of corpses strewn about in the moonlight. Upon closer inspection, he was a teenager in a rough cloth robe, and he was carrying a small blood-colored cauldron.
Upon arriving on the battlefield, he first carefully evaluated his surroundings, then crossed his legs and sat down, putting the cauldron in front of him.
His hands formed a seal, and he began chanting verse by spell.
Suddenly, a Yin wind swept across the battlefield, and a terrifying energy spread into the air.
Immediately after, the remaining souls floated out from the corpses scattered on the battlefield, then all flew into the blood-colored cauldron of the young man, as if called to enter it.
“He was very young, but instead of studying properly, he actually gathered the rest of the souls from this battle to cultivate. What difference does he have with a perverted demon cultivator?” Yin Ying furrowed her brows.
“What you see is not necessarily true, if you don't believe it, let's watch it even longer.”
Feng Zun said after thinking about it deeply.
Yin Yin Yin froze and muttered to herself, "Don't tell me that I misunderstood?"
Time pass.
Evil energies enveloped the entire battlefield, and figure after spirit figures overlapped. Those who witnessed this scene, could no longer count how many spirits and soul remains were absorbed by the young man's red cauldron.
Suddenly, a group soared from the distant sky, leaving a dazzling beam of light behind them.
It was a group of cultivators, and they were fierce and arrogant.
Even before they arrived, their furious roars sounded from the distant night sky.
"Bad! Who would dare to practice perverted cultivation here!?”