"I don't think I need to say much. Before that, you should have heard some rumors. You have paid a lot for Wanfang Sea Territory, and you should be qualified to understand this matter."
As soon as the other party said this, it was like pressing a stop button, and the whole place fell silent. At this moment, no matter how heartless they are, they know that the other party must be announcing something important, and it is very likely to be the thing that they are most concerned about.
Even Ningxia, who was unaware of the situation, pricked up his ears and concentrated hard, for fear of missing some shocking secret.
"Your guess is correct. Not long ago, a space storm that was rare to see in a hundred years appeared in the Wanfang Sea. Its intensity was probably equal to the force generated by tens of thousands of sea whirlpools."
After that, Ning Xia clearly heard many monks in the venue take a breath, and their surprise was palpable.
Ningxia thought to herself, it seems that this space storm is really rare. And what is a "sea whirlpool"? She secretly memorized this new word and planned to explore it again when she had the opportunity in the future.
"As a result, the main road on Yundao completely collapsed, making it temporarily inaccessible to the main city."
If the previous paragraph had a lot of reaction, this paragraph really felt like exploding a hornet's nest.
Can you imagine? Thousands of people who were very close to each other started talking together in unison, and the surrounding area was full of active and full emotions. There were voices of all kinds, mixed with exclamations and doubts.
"It turns out it's not a rumor, it's true!"
"Isn't this too scary? One sea whirlpool is enough to kill me, and tens of thousands more?"
"Didn't you hear that the storm collapsed the space passage? Is it rare to see it in hundreds of years? Has such a thing happened before?"
"Let me just say... no wonder there are so few people coming back this time, less than half. It seems that they were all lost by this big storm..."
"Not necessarily. Maybe it was swallowed up by the surrounding fluctuations. It's impossible to have so many people testing it there."
"Indeed, this makes sense. I tried it near the Rain Island Passage not far from the Cloud Island Passage. I encountered a lot of large and small sea whirlpools and waves along the way. Anyway, there were many more than I encountered before. I thought I was going to die there, but to be able to come back alive is simply a blessing from my ancestors."
"It turns out that you are too, and so am I... Anyway, this trial is much more difficult than before."
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but Master Zheng’s topic obviously opened a window, and the cultivators’ desire to talk became obviously richer.
Ning Xiaxia, who was silent on one side but actually collected data secretly, collected an astonishing amount of information from these fragmentary information. She seems... to have really gotten into some serious organization.
Listening to the meaning of these people's words, they organize people to cross this sea area every year, and it is extremely dangerous and they may die at any time. And these people obviously know the danger of this matter, but they are all gathered here, still worrying about the situation next year.
These people are not some kind of "death-seeking experience team" in the world of cultivation, are they? Or a conspirator with ulterior motives? Or is it the performer of some special task?
Ningxia feels that the last one is more likely. Because these people speak and act in a more or less upright manner, with thorough verification and strict rules, it makes Ningxia feel like some official organization is running things.
Just when Ningxia was thinking wildly, Mr. Zheng spoke up again: "It seems that you all know what you know. According to verification, the great space storm affected nearly 30% of the Wanfang Sea area, and large areas of space were unstable. We were forced to close several associated support spaces.”
"If you want to stabilize, it will take a certain amount of time. During this period, we cannot conduct a return trial. Even if we forcefully go back, it will be useless. The resulting lines and nodes will be unstable, and the risk of your return will also increase infinitely. …”
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"It's really... too painful."
"Aren't we talking about the female cultivator? Why did it turn into a complaint meeting? It's off topic..."
"No, why do I think she looks familiar? It's like I've seen her before."
"Yes, even, I only think that I have seen such a person in Dongcheng before, his surname seems to be Wan..."
"No, no, that female nun is much older, and this one looks very young, which is also a sign. I think she should be one of the batch that came last time..."
Although everyone is closer than strangers because of the same job and the experience of sharing the same illness, there are too many people involved in this "big project", and because of the heavy casualties in recent years, the numbers are getting updated year by year. Come on, soon the old man will no longer have the heart to distinguish the newcomers.
So everyone didn't think it was strange about Ningxia's new face. At most, they thought this person was the daughter of a new small family.
Everyone was talking a lot, speculating on Ning Xia's identity. Since the children of several big families present said they had never seen her, everyone agreed that she was an abandoned child who was pushed out of that small family, and judging from her unusually high cultivation level, she must have experienced a lot when she was thrown in. After a lot of trouble.
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The more these people talk, the more exaggerated and outrageous they become, and some good people even start to use Spring and Autumn style to describe their origins in the form of passers-by.
This is how misunderstandings are formed. Ningxia didn't have to say anything or do anything at all, she just relied on her imagination to fill in a lot of things that didn't even exist. If it were turned into a narrative skin, the pathos of its language and the sadness of the process would be enough to compose a tragic literature that can be both tragic and tragic.
Her brain circuit is obviously different from theirs.
Looking at this large group of monks gathered together... Ning Xia was quite frightened when she got into the group.
Although she still has a little understanding of it, it does not prevent her from judging the current situation. Following these people is undoubtedly the best way to leave this place, and it is also the only breakthrough for now.
While those people were looking at her, she was also looking at the monks inadvertently.
All of them are a little embarrassed, their clothes are torn, and they look dusty. Generally speaking, their cultivation level is not very high. At first glance, there are not even a few foundation builders. So their gazes that they thought were hidden were actually very conspicuous, just like light bulbs in the dark. Ningxia couldn't even pretend to be invisible.
So these are all from the "organization", and they were all obtained by following the virtual images on the legend just like her.
With so many people gathered, what does this so-called "organization" do? A rare hint of curiosity arose in Ningxia's heart.
Don’t know where to go next?
Ningxia's question was not answered, and her entry did not change the entire situation. Those people looked at her for a while at the beginning, and then quickly returned to their usual atmosphere.
