The wasteland is vast and boundless, and except for those private areas of the world, most of the remaining areas are absolute void space.
Without the will of the world (the universal will body such as the Dao, the Dao of Heaven, and Gaia), there would be no power of heaven and earth. There are no rules and regulations, and the content of universal particles is extremely thin. Only the energy that escapes exists close to the world and some debris in the sky.
Therefore, many monks who have stepped out of the world will be extremely uncomfortable when they first set foot in the wasteland. Depending on the practice system, their strength will be weakened to a certain extent because they can no longer rely on the power of the outside world. .
You can only rely on yourself for everything.
The "Path of the Mortal Realm" practiced by Lei Meng is very adaptable to this environment, and there is almost no weakening of strength. It is just troublesome to replenish energy. This is also the fundamental reason for the huge pressure of competition for resources in the wasteland.
"This transmission method is very special..."
Yan Xing's eyes moved slightly and he looked around. As soon as the four of them stepped into the vortex, they were enveloped by the light film unfolding on the token. The twisted light from the outside passed by at a very fast speed. There was strangely no fluctuation in time and space. Instead, it was faintly exuding. The breath of the power of information.
"That's right, Brother Yan saw it?"
Qingyunzi nodded, with a trace of pride flashing in his eyes, and explained softly: "The wasteland airspace is infinite and vast, and it is like relying on the weak power of time and space to build a transmission channel. This is unrealistic, and it is also very unstable. Risk capability is very weak.”
"The link channel of the Watch Association spans all areas of influence in the sanctuary area. Since the establishment of the association by the original Nineteen Lords, it has been implemented. After countless years of improvement, the farthest distance has now reached more than 98,000. The terrifying distance of thoughts, this is a very complete jump network, which greatly integrates the power of the association."
(1 super thought = 10,000 constant thoughts = 100 million true thoughts = 1 trillion light years. Nian refers to the limit range of the extending distance of a monk's thoughts in a certain realm. After the 11th level, the vision of the strong is projected further, The light-year unit of length is no longer applicable.)
Yan Xing's expression changed slightly when he heard this. After absorbing the memory of the clone, he already understood a lot of basic common sense, and naturally understood what the concept of 98,000 super thoughts was.
The [Watch Association] is indeed one of the most powerful forces in the wasteland, which can be seen just from the transmission network it has established.
"Therefore, in order to ensure the safety and stability of transmission, these channels were built by His Holiness the Other Side himself and with the great power of information. Haha, although the wasteland is broken and barren, information is everywhere."
Having said that, Qingyunzi reached out and held the floating token. The surrounding light film trembled, and the distorted stream of light flashing outside became stable.
"Brother Yan, we are here, welcome to the Watching Place!"
The light door opened, and the four people stepped out side by side, and a gentle and peaceful atmosphere spread out. The high blue sky, the vast continent, and the peaceful fairy home come into view.
Yan Xing's eyes were blurred, but he was just walking through a transmission channel, as if he had crossed the distance between hell and heaven.
"Fellow Taoist, if you lead people into the association's hinterland so easily, aren't you afraid of attracting hostile attention?"
Yan Xing showed a puzzled expression. He was not afraid of shadows. He had no ill intentions towards the Watch Association and would not be afraid if there were any routine inspections.
"Hahaha!
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Qingyunzi looked up to the sky and laughed, while Hongxiu and Tongbai on the side also had smiles on their lips, looking like they couldn't help but laugh.
"Brother Yan, what do you think is the foundation of the association? Is it this vast headquarters connected by nineteen heavens? Or is it the endless sheltered world? Or is it the reserve blood of countless racial creatures?"
"None of these!"
Qingyunzi shook his head indifferently and looked at Yan Xing with burning eyes. Although he had a smile on his face, he did not mean to be sarcastic.
"If you have something to say, fellow Taoist, you might as well say it directly."
Yan Xing cupped his hands and said, his eyes flickering. In fact, he already had a guess in his mind, but he was a wanderer in the wasteland, so he naturally had to maintain a correct personality.
"The foundation of the association is the eternal other side, the supreme existence of the other side that exceeds hundreds of figures!"
"If the other side is not dead, everything is there. Any conspiracy and tricks are meaningless to the other side. Whether it is a strong attack from the outside or an internal breakthrough, we will eventually face the strong counterattack of the association's hundreds of other sides!"
"Haha, in this case, what's the point of meticulous work?"
"To be honest, even now, there are many, many hostile forces in the association headquarters, but those adults don't care at all, they are just bugs."
"Brother Yan has been wandering around for too long and has never been in contact with these top forces. I understand. You just need to know that they have their own way of getting along with each other. You will understand after being in contact with them for a long time..."
Qingyunzi shook his head and took Yan Xing to escape to the mainland below. This place was already inside the world, with stable time and space, complete will of the great road, and could use space to jump.
Across the void, Yan Xing was taken to an "island". This island was surrounded by sea and was so huge that it could be called a continental world.
Landing in the majestic palace complex, the figures around him looked startled. When they saw Qingyunzi's face clearly, they all quickly bowed or knelt down to salute.
"Master, you are back!"
"Meet the island owner!"
"I've met my ancestor and grandma!"
Qingyunzi waved his hand, without paying much attention, and led Yan Xing into the inner hall.
"Brother Yan, the world we are in now is the seventh heaven, which is under the control of [Wuya Taoist Master], who is also one of the nineteen sages who originally established the association."
"This small island is my private territory. You can stay here for the time being. I will report it to the association to find a position for you. From now on, you can travel the wasteland with multiple identities. You will be taken care of."
Qingyunzi showed great enthusiasm, pulled Yan Xing to sit on the futon, and served tea and water with his own hands. This scene shocked the maids who looked like gods, and they were dumbfounded on the spot.
"Brother Qingyun, please excuse me."
He stretched out his hand not to hit the smiling person, and when the other person treated him like this, Yan Xing naturally responded and his eyes softened.
Although I know in my heart that all of this is driven by profit, who in the world is not like this? It's not as good as someone who is not a relative or a friend, but someone who just shows up for no reason.
The four of them drank tea for a while and got excited about chatting. They immediately put on fine wine and delicacies and talked about everything from all over the world. They talked about the situation of all parties, various taboo places, and events of all sizes in the wasteland.
After that, we started discussing the Tao again and exchanging practice experiences with each other...
Time flies by like a flash, and more than half a month has passed in a blink of an eye.
Snapped!
Qingyunzi suddenly put down his wine glass with great force, frowning and looking a little embarrassed.
This time, the other three people were stunned.
"Husband, what are you..."
Hongxiu smiled apologetically at Yan Xing, and pulled Qingyunzi's sleeves dissatisfiedly. She had gained a lot from the discussion just now, so why should she show such a posture in front of the guests.
"Um, I'm sorry, Brother Yan, I just lost my temper. I'll punish myself with a drink!"
Qingyunzi raised his glass and drank it all, the look on his face relieved slightly.
"Brother Qingyun, what happened?"
Yan Xing asked curiously. He knew that the dissatisfaction was not directed at him.
"Hey, Brother Yan, I was going to find a position for you, so I sent Ying Shen to meet with the Chairman of the Seventh Council, but he didn't see him. He gave me an excuse and said he was going to deal with some urgent matter. Wait. He hasn’t shown up for more than a month.”
"Hmph, it seems to me that this guy is deliberately trying to embarrass me!"
Hearing this, Hongxiu frowned and opened his mouth to explain a few words to Yan Xing.
It turned out that Qingyunzi had a personal grudge with the Seventh Speaker. Both of them were the favorites in the last election of Speaker. In the end, Qingyunzi lost by a few votes. Naturally, the two fought a lot overtly and secretly for the right to vote, and they formed a bond. Liangzi.
This is also the reason why Qingyunzi is so eager to win over Yan Xing, because it is almost time for another round of selection, so don’t underestimate the position of the Speaker. It is to manage the entire world on behalf of the other side. It has great power and a lot of oil and water. can not imagine.
Saints also have to "eat", not to mention Qingyunzi also has a family to support, so the competition is very fierce.
"Oh? Did the other party tell you what kind of emergency it was? Even the speaker wouldn't dare to blatantly embarrass a top saint, right?"
Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling vaguely that things were not that simple.
"It seems, what you are talking about, there is something strange happening in the [Class B] Forbidden Bronze Heavens..."
"..."
Yan Xing's eyebrows trembled slightly, he twisted his butt unnaturally, raised his glass to drink, and pretended that he didn't hear anything.
