[It was the most desperate era, when human nature, bestiality...the ugliest aspects in the hearts of living beings all broke out in extreme environments. 】
"The most desperate era?"
Yang Gang frowned.
The memory of ten thousand years was very long, and he gradually sank into it, forgetting everything around him.
【The third year. Many immortals and gods with advanced cultivation discovered that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth... was disappearing little by little. At first, the news was blocked and kept secret from the public. 】
[But as time went by, many sensitive middle-level immortals and monsters finally felt the changes in the world. The news spread like a tide throughout all the small worlds, blessed places and caves, and all living beings fell into panic. 】
[If the spiritual energy of the small world they are in cannot be replenished, all monks will not be able to practice. As time goes by, there will even be disasters such as the regression of cultivation and the decline of gods and humans... Immortals and great gods who live for tens of millions of years will also die of old age in the small world. 】
[The initial chaos was quickly suppressed by the powerful ones. 】
[But when the time comes to the seventh year, the powerful masters with advanced cultivation still have not found a solution, and the spiritual energy of some small thousand worlds is on the verge of exhaustion...]
[An unstoppable riot finally occurred. 】
"suck……"
Yang Gang took a long, deep breath.
I have already anticipated the subsequent changes and the bloody scenes.
"I didn't expect that they escaped the collapse of mountains and seas, but they couldn't escape this period of despair..."
Yang Gang continued to look down.
[Seventh year. People began to disappear and die inexplicably. Some had their hearts and lungs ripped out, while others were left with only skeletons as if they had been chewed by wild beasts. At first everyone thought it was just a random accident. But as more and more bones were discovered later, countless people were missing...]
[This bloody and dark era is known as the calamity of 'Mara'. 】
[In the tenth year, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was cut off, and a dark and bloody era of the end of the Dharma began. 】
[The turmoil in various small worlds is becoming more frequent, and it is almost obvious. Many secret methods of devouring flesh and blood were invented, and the monks slaughtered each other with extremely cruel methods. The number of creatures in various small worlds has decreased sharply. 】
[For the creatures that use this method to survive, the few immortals and monsters who still maintain their true intentions call them 'demon ways'. 】
【Eleventh year. Something happened that made everyone, including the demonic monks, despair. The spiritual plants they planted withered completely, and they completely lost the food they relied on for survival. 】
[Without spiritual energy, immortals cannot live without food. Without food, physical survival cannot be maintained. Immortals with advanced cultivation may still be able to survive with the massive amount of magic power in their bodies. And the middle and low-level monks, a few mortals... and even the children born during this dark time...]
[As if there was a tacit understanding, a bloody killing feast swept through all the small worlds and blessed places and caves where the news was closed. 】
[You sit in reincarnation and watch everything silently. Watching countless sluggish souls walking past the Three Life Stones, heading towards the depths of reincarnation. Intentional, powerless]
【Thirteenth year. 】
[Crazy, everyone is crazy! 】
[In order to survive, in order to live longer, all the small worlds fell into riots. The same is true for many blessed lands and caves that have relatively more resources. Faced with all this, the high-level immortals and powerful men remained silent. 】
[They are just like you, willing but powerless. Facing what may be the last batch of living beings in the world, the last fire in the mountains and seas, how can they bear to kill them? 】
[Even if all the riots are suppressed, they have no solution to the current crisis. Are they going to watch everyone starve to death together? If they really had the ability to stop all this, they would have taken action six years ago...]
"Huh~~"
Yang Gang sat in the bedroom and sighed involuntarily.
During this period of darkness, it was destined to allow creatures to reproduce cruelly and autonomously. In the end, the fittest will survive, leaving only the toughest and most ruthless ones.
Because no one knows what will happen in the future.
Just like the wild beasts in nature who only rely on instinct.
In hundreds of millions of years of evolution, what can be left behind has its merits.
【Fifteenth year. 】
[The mountains and seas trapped in the eternal night finally lit up with a glimmer of hope. 】
【A small world. A monk from the later Jin Dynasty, who regarded the Erlang God Yang Jian as his role model, buried himself underground to avoid the riots and killings, and lived on the bark of trees and plants. However, he has never forgotten the four philosophical words that Yang Jian told the three realms when he slashed out the four swords of Tianxin, and has been concentrating on studying the road of hope. 】
[Finally one day, he discovered a magical method of communication. 】
[Because he has been hidden underground for a long time, his hearing has become very sensitive and he can distinguish things on the earth through the vibrations of the ground. Once upon a time, a fierce battle seemed to have taken place on the ground above his head. A fragment of a magic weapon broke through the layers of soil and plunged into a small mechanism he developed. 】
['Dang~~' The melodious sound, like the sound of the great road, kept echoing in his ears. At that moment, the young man named Mo Zhai suddenly realized! 】
[At this time, the world was in chaos, cutting off the connections between the various small worlds and blessed lands and caves. Creatures cannot travel through the dark world intertwined with chaos and suffering, and no spells or magical powers can exist in it. 】
[But the power of vibration may be possible! 】
【Five years later. Suddenly a hole opened in the ground, and a figure like a mummy crawled out of the ground staggeringly. Mo Zhai's accumulation of grass root bark has been completely exhausted, but... he finally developed a device that can travel through chaos and transmit information. 】
[An object that is not driven by any magic or magical power. 】
[This miraculous technology was named by later generations - 'Mechanism Technique'. 】
[Next, all that's left is practice... He also needs the help of the top immortal gods. He needs the hardest gold and iron in the world to build a mechanism that can survive as much as possible in the sea of chaos and suffering. The young man named Mo Qu knew that there was endless danger waiting for him ahead. The bloodthirsty Mo Luo monks alone were enough to kill him thousands of times...]
【but. This young man destined for greatness firmly believes that as long as he never gives up like the Erlang God Yang Jian, he will definitely succeed! 】
"Mo Zhai..."
Yang Gang murmured the name, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining brightly, "All the disciples... hundreds of schools of thought!"
this moment.
He suddenly remembered the saints from the human race who came from the Wilderness Era in the All Saints School.
The fire of hope finally ignited in the darkness!
[The thirtieth year of the calamity of Mara. 】
[The dark and chaotic world lit up with a dim fluorescence. Thousands of strange shuttles are like fireflies in the dark night, banished from a small world into the sea of chaos and misery. 】
[The thirty-third year. A stream of light fell into the blessed land of Wanshou Mountain. A vicissitudes of life old farmer was sitting on the top of the mountain dull and numb, looking at the dry fields at his feet. I inadvertently looked up and saw the flickering light of hope in the ever-dark sky. 】
[Like every fairy tale, it is composed of incredible coincidences. This faint light opened an epic picture. 】
[The old farmer in the field bent down and picked up the flame of hope! 】
(End of chapter)
