This is a small desert island with exposed rocks and sparse trees. It doesn't look like it can be inhabited.
But now there are many people standing above. It's just that these people looked so embarrassed. They didn't look like normal visitors, but rather like they were fleeing.
One or two of them were dressed in tatters, their clothes had faded, and they looked tired from all the travel, and besides that, they looked like they were in shock.
With such a group of people gathered here, no one would believe it if they said it was an outing.
The relationship between these people seems to be quite distant. Some of them gather together in twos and threes, but most of them stand alone and watch the surrounding situation vigilantly.
"This place is so vast that it took me dozens of days to get there. It almost cost me half my life to get here yesterday." A handsome young monk sighed. There were two people standing next to him, probably his acquaintances, listening to him.
Compared to other people in the big team, their clothes were much neater. Although they still looked tired, they were at least decent. And judging from the demeanor and words of their discussion, although they were complaining, in fact the other party was quite content with the topic they were talking about.
His voice was slightly louder, probably on purpose. The other people were obviously also curious and were listening quietly.
"Brother Chen, you are very senior. You can complete the task smoothly every time. You have said so. How embarrassing it is for me to wait." Another person said immediately, not sure if it was a compliment or sincere.
"Well, this kind of thing doesn't depend on qualifications or qualifications. It all depends on luck. We all live on the edge of a knife. Who knows whether it will be so smooth next time." Speaking of this, he seemed a little high-spirited just now. Brother Chen couldn't help but feel depressed.
"Yes..." Another middle-aged monk who had never spoken sighed: "It seems that you have better luck. You have such a relaxed demeanor. I don't know..."
Hearing this, not only his two companions, but also the monks nearby who were secretly poking at them and listening to their discussion couldn't help but become curious. Listening to what this man said, what happened?
They come from different forces and have their own origins. For the people behind them, they also have their own purposes. It is impossible to be heart-to-heart.
But most of the people here have worked together for several years, and they don't have many interactions. But after all, they all live on a tightrope, and the camaraderie is different. It is quite common to exchange basic information.
After overcoming the test of life and death again and surviving, they were able to relax a little. Talking together and sharing their experiences during this dangerous "journey" was a rare moment for them to relax.
In this regard, the monk responsible for gathering the people also turned a blind eye. Everyone here basically knows what's going on, and just let them be as long as they don't make too much trouble. They still have a lot to do and a lot of people waiting for them to review.
On the other side, the man talked about what happened.
Speaking of which, he was also lucky enough to have missed a space storm. If he hadn't escaped quickly and his route had shifted slightly, he might have become the ghost of that storm at this moment.
Space storm.
Although most people here have heard of such a term, they know better than anyone how dangerous this thing is. After all, this is the reason why they are here.
But when they were really faced with it, everyone couldn't help but feel sad for their precarious fate.
"Old Tang, you can't see it. With great fortune comes great destiny. None of my brothers can compare to you. I almost died after running into a few sea whirlpools. You are the one who really survives a disaster but will be blessed later. By the way, I remember that you have been on trial for thirty years, and you are about to reach the end of your retirement period."
The monk who claimed to have encountered a space storm couldn't help but smile bitterly, but there was an unspeakable sense of confusion in his expression: "Yes, it has been thirty years, and I am getting old."
Old Tang has spent nearly thirty years in Wanfang, and this year is his thirtieth year. After this year, according to regulations, he will be able to leave this team completely and no longer have to travel across thousands of directions. This was the happiest thing in years.
Thirty years seemed like a reasonable amount of time for a monk.
Thanks to the transformation of spiritual energy, even a monk who is talented enough to enter the body can live for more than a hundred years if it works properly. The higher you go in cultivation, the longer your lifespan will be, and with all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures and elixirs, you can basically live for hundreds of years.
However, for low-level monks with low qualifications, time is still fleeting. Thirty years is almost equivalent to most of their prime years.
Old Tang spent most of his life in Wanfanghuang. Once this matter is over and he leaves this place completely, his life will be like this, and that will be it for a monk.
This is a question that Old Tang has been thinking about since he learned that he could leave this year. Both helpless and realistic.
It would be okay if it was voluntary, but like most of the disciples present, he did not come out of his own will. They all came here as sacrifices for their respective families.
Joining the team, hiding their names, and then stagnating and wasting their time, with no guarantee of survival, this is the heavy burden they bear for the development and prosperity of their family.
The people here, whether it is because of a passionate impulse, or because they truly love the Chong family, or because their weaknesses are pinched and coerced, they all finally came here and shouldered this responsibility. Once started, it cannot be finished until the time limit is met.
——Replace immediately——Replace immediately————
Originally, she wanted to protect her by leaving the sword on her, but in the end it was used to save his life. I have to say that it was indeed his dereliction of duty and his... incompetence.
He seemed to understand the mood of that boy Qinghui.
Why is that child so annoying...
Anyway, let’s find her first.
True Lord Yuanheng closed his eyes silently, trying to adjust his state to a better state.
It will be very busy next time. The child's revenge, his revenge, must be avenged by someone, he remembered.
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Ningxia on the other side didn't know that Zhenjun Yuanheng had already analyzed the matter in detail, and she was now focused on exploring the virtual image.
Since discovering that the virtual image seems to have a guiding function, Ningxia has been following the faint red line as if it were a shot in the arm. The little black box didn't wait any longer. It used limited materials to tie up a row of boards and floated them, heading towards the red line.
Staying in this environment surrounded by the sea really tests one's psychological quality. Ningxia had no doubt that if she had not discovered the secret of the leather tag, she might have had to stay at sea for a long time.
Now that we have found a breakthrough, although the origin is unknown and it is not certain whether it is true or false, isn't it better than fighting like a headless fly?
Therefore, Ningxia was very decisive and directly involved in this direction where there was no way out but a fire pit.
