After sending the man in yellow robe back to the mountain gate, Li Daocheng gave an elixir refined by Li Yuaxe as a guide reward, and then left the North Pole and headed for the South Pole.
Even with Li Daocheng's current magic power, it took him seven or eight days to travel from the North Pole to the South Pole with his sword.
The affairs of the Truth Sect were not something worth boasting about, but rather something private, so Wang Chong did not tell any of his disciples.
When Li Daocheng came to Antarctica, he saw a strange scene. The Antarctic population was prosperous, and everywhere he went was peaceful, with mortals and immortal cultivators enjoying themselves harmoniously.
Even golden elixir monks will salute each other when they see mortals. There is no sense of alienation like the outside world where the two people live in the same world but seem to be separated by countless time and space.
But this feeling is extremely awkward. Mortals should have their own way, instead of being dragged along by these powerful immortal cultivators.
Although the Truth Cult has some reputation, Antarctica is too far away from Kyushu after all. Under the management of Yan Minghua, the Truth Cult does not want to go out to compete for territory, but only manages Antarctica with all its heart.
Therefore, Li Daocheng really didn't know how weird this truth religion was.
Instead of rashly looking for Yan Minghua, Li Daocheng hid himself and observed for most of the day, and also listened to many of the teachings preached by the Truth Religion.
"This looks so familiar!"
Seeing a truth cult treating people while spreading its teachings, Li Daocheng felt more and more awkward in his heart.
When Li Daocheng inquired about the information and found Yan Minghua, his jaw almost dropped.
I saw the leader of the Truth Cult, who was in the God Transformation Level, commanding a group of immortal cultivators. He was farming the land, and he would do it himself from time to time, appearing extremely serious.
Li Daocheng endured the awkwardness in his heart and watched quietly from a distance, waiting.
Yan Minghua had also known about Li Daocheng's existence for a long time, but in his eyes, the matters at hand were much more important than meeting a monk of the same level.
After waiting for most of the day, Li Daocheng couldn't help but stepped forward and watched Yan Minghua, who looked like an old farmer with his trouser legs lifted up and wearing linen clothes and straw sandals, washing the dirt on his hands in a leisurely manner:
"Li Daocheng of the Wutai Sect has met Leader Yan."
After Yan Minghua washed the dirt from his hands, he stood up and returned the salute:
"I've kept Taibai Sword Immortal waiting for a long time. Let's talk about it later."
After that, he smiled and led Li Daocheng to a hut aside, poured two cups of crude tea, and then said:
"It's really a sin for my fellow Taoist to come from afar and not have a good tea reception."
Li Daocheng took the tea cup and saw that the cup was full of broken tea leaves. He felt that Leader Yan was a little too pretentious.
These people are either truly compassionate and born saints, or they are extremely ambitious and can suppress their own desires.
Naturally, Yan Minghua would only be the latter, so Li Daocheng directly stated his intention without any extra courtesy.
"The four seas of Kyushu formed an alliance in Yanshan to fight against the invasion of foreign races from the upper world. Now all the fellow Taoists have made an oath. Only the Truth Cult has not yet arrived. Leader Yan should know that when the two armies are fighting, it is either me or the other. Where does the leader stand?"
Hearing the persecution in Li Daocheng's words, Yan Minghua smiled and did not answer immediately. Instead, he pointed at the many immortal cultivators working in the fields and said:
"You know etiquette when you have enough food and clothing; you know honor and disgrace when you have enough food and clothing. Fellow Taoist, don't think this field is just a small piece of land, but it is the beginning of great unity in the world."
Li Daocheng frowned slightly. He naturally understood this truth. Only when you are full can you learn, only by learning can you become wise, and only by becoming wise can you know what truth is.
But what does this have to do with what he asked?
Yan Minghua saw Li Daocheng frowning, smiled again and said:
"We, the Truth Religion, are committed to the unity of the world. We will help anyone who agrees with our ideals."
Li Daocheng didn't believe a word of these nonsense, so he sneered and said:
"If what you say about world unity is just that, but I don't think highly of you all? Leader Yan doesn't need to say these pretentious words, just tell us the conditions!"
Yan Minghua didn't pay attention, nodded and said softly:
"We will preach in Kyushu and bring Datong to the people of Kyushu."
Li Daocheng didn't know why the leader of the Truth Sect was obsessed with this, but he wanted to use the Wutai Sect to endorse him, but it was absolutely impossible. He immediately said directly:
"Whether you preach or not, and where you preach, it's your business. I don't care. Now I only need a word from Master Yan. Where do you stand?"
Li Daocheng's attitude was cold. Before the flying sword was released, he already had a big disagreement. He wanted to kill the leader first and then talk about it.
Although they did not get the best result, the Wutai faction did not object. In fact, it was enough for Yan Minghua. He stood up with a smile and bowed:
"I've met the leader."
After the great catastrophe, the Antarctic monks were reduced to eight out of ten. Even after a hundred years, their strength has not recovered much. Now the entire Antarctic monks are only worth over ten thousand.
On the other hand, the remaining people from the original catastrophe have all made rapid progress in cultivation. Not to mention Yan Minghua's achievements in becoming gods, most of the dozen or so golden elixirs from the original have also become Nascent Souls.
And after being brainwashed by Yan Minghua for many years, these people have become a little abnormal. After hearing that it is for the great cause of missionary work, everyone is vying for the first place, without any fear at all.
It was not until this moment that Li Daocheng realized it in hindsight and said with horror in his heart:
"Isn't this a hidden hand left by the teacher? How could these thoughts appear in this world's environment? Moreover, these people are so crazy and obviously abnormal.
Perhaps even without this calamity, there would have been another calamity that would overturn the entire world of immortality. "
Li Daocheng felt cold in his heart, and he felt more and more that his teacher was unfathomable and terrifying.
"I thought I could rise up and be the one to lead the tribulation, but now that I think about it, with the teacher's understanding of me, isn't it possible that the teacher had some tricks in it? It's just ridiculous that I don't know."
I felt a little frustrated, but I adjusted myself after a moment.
"As long as the teacher is here, the general trend of this catastrophe cannot be changed, but the teacher is probably too lazy to pay attention to the process of the catastrophe.
This calamity is a calamity of measurement, but it is also a calamity of immortal killing. Who should be killed and who should be killed can be discussed. "
Consciously seeing some of the truth about this disaster, Wang Chong, a cunning disciple who loves to think too much, plucked up his energy and released his sword light to wrap up everyone and headed towards the agreed gathering place.
If Wang Chong knew that this young disciple had wronged him so much, he would definitely have to be kept in seclusion for seventy or eighty years to make him think carefully about whether his teacher was such a sinister person.
Whether it was Yang Sancai who transformed himself into a bamboo snake, Yan Minghua reorganized the Truth Religion and used it as the Tao, or Li Daocheng wanted to bring disaster for all sentient beings.
This was all their own choice, how could they blame him?
This is a complete slander.
But there was one thing he didn't think was wrong. This calamity was indeed a calamity of killing gods.
Only by killing all those who have stolen luck since ancient times and recapturing the luck stolen from the spirit world will this calamity end.
If you don't kill enough, don't kill all those with insufficient luck.
Neither the Heavenly Dao of this world nor Wang Chong will allow this calamity to end.
This is about his calamity and his path. If anyone dares to stop it, then let him keep his eyes open in the next life!
(End of chapter)
