Chapter 2468 Vitality
And this one.
That was Ling Fuye, the peerless genius of the Immortal Realm who had survived to the third round in the history of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms.
At that time, he was backed by the immortals of the Ling family and the tens of thousands of immortals from the three thousand immortal realms. After each battle, an immortal would personally heal his injuries and analyze the race, talent, and supernatural powers of the enemy he would be conquering in the future.
However, that battle was still a complete and utter defeat, a defeat that shattered bones and destroyed the foundation of one's cultivation. The cultivation techniques of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms were no longer from the same era as those of the Immortal Realm, and were completely suppressed in every aspect.
That arrogant person from back then remains a lingering shadow in his heart. He was too strong, so strong that he couldn't think of any way to defeat him. That was despair!
That generation's decisive battle.
He went.
Their figures were no longer visible, and their Daoist techniques were incomprehensible. All that could be discerned was that those two already possessed the means to slay immortals at that time, and even before they had become immortals, their physical bodies already possessed the forms of immortals, and their rules and magical powers already possessed the essence of the Great Dao.
Such a terrifying battle is no less than a battle between a cultivator undergoing tribulation in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms and an immortal, with no chance of victory.
to date.
He saw Wang Qicang's strength, but still couldn't see any ability in him to defeat those monsters from the immortal realm. After fighting for half a day, he had seen through all of Wang Qicang's strength and methods.
That's all...
The remnants of the Wang family didn't follow, and it seems unlikely they will.
An hour later.
Before the majestic Immortal Pass.
"Immortal King, that king... that brat has caught up."
Someone reported this.
Ling Fuye's gaze narrowed slightly, and he turned his head slightly to sneer: "Follow me to wipe out the bandits. This journey will cover a million miles. Anyone who obstructs us will be killed without mercy!"
boom!
The murderous aura of the Immortal King of the Town reverberated as he strode out beyond the pass.
……
For a time, good news kept pouring in from the border regions.
Countless cultivators in the Three Thousand Immortal Realms stared wide-eyed, their attention instantly shifting from other matters to the critical frontier issue. Was war about to break out?!
Compared to this matter, the rebellion that everyone is talking about is nothing!
The land is home to all ethnic groups.
Within, all races were enraged and launched another surprise attack?!
But when the real situation on the frontier came, the myriad races of the land were relieved. It seemed that the Three Thousand Immortal Realms were putting on a show again, deceiving their own races. The world of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms did not look peaceful at the moment.
Internal strife within the upper echelons of the Heavenly Palace.
The myriad races of the land are naturally most concerned about this matter. After swallowing a piece of territory from the Three Thousand Immortal Realms, their appetites have naturally become inversely proportional to the declining fortunes of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms over the years. Their desire for the central position of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms has never died.
The most bizarre thing is...
They didn't want to conquer it, but rather wanted to take it directly. I wonder which leader of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms spoiled the myriad races of the land with this bad habit.
……
Three hundred years later.
The Ling family army fought across 30 million miles, from the southern border of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms all the way to the true frontier of the 'Ancient Immortal Realm'. The outer realm was vast and boundless, with no end in sight and no future in sight.
fairyland.
Leaving aside secret realms and vast lands with strange rules of heaven and earth, this boundless and boundless landscape alone is a tremendous test for the beings of the immortal realm, more terrifying and lonely than being lost in the boundless deep space.
Bang.
This day.
Wang Qicang collapsed completely behind the army. He was already delirious, and now it seemed that his mind had been completely broken. He lay on the ground, looking like he wouldn't live past today.
At this time.
His fingers twitched slightly, his cloudy eyes staring at the blurry distance ahead.
hum...
A pill slowly formed in accordance with the energy of heaven and earth. Wang Qicang used all his strength to open his mouth, and after swallowing the pill, he completely fainted, but at this moment he felt as if he could live until tomorrow.
The Ling family army of 100,000.
At this moment, a sense of absurdity suddenly appeared in his eyes. He was impressed... He had never seen a human cultivator with such vitality!
The key point is that his bloodline, talent, and spiritual root are not special in any way, and he doesn't even have a trace of so-called immortal opportunities. He also doesn't have storage rings, storage caves, etc., because of his spiritual sense.
His only possessions were a book basket containing some yellowed ancient books with illegible characters.
"Humans, who control the seven emotions and six desires, can amplify fear ten thousand times, creating the ancient era of blood-eating humans. They can also amplify fearlessness ten thousand times, creating the continuous rise of the human race, and their bloodline has never been interrupted to this day."
"A very strange race..."
"The path of the seven emotions and six desires is probably practiced by some madmen."
……
A few deep, weathered words drifted from the army: the human race's seven emotions and six desires have created too many eras of decline, and too many eras of glory; it's impossible to judge them all.
Rumble...
The clouds and mist in the sky trembled. Ling Fuye was already leading his army back to defend. It seemed that he had come to the end of his three-hundred-year "Fuye" mission and had achieved his goal of sending this person out of the territory of the myriad races.
Human cultivators are conspicuous to all races in the land.
In particular, cultivators who slightly stir up the winds and clouds of the Three Thousand Immortal Realms are likely to be captured by cultivators of the myriad races of the land. Even if the Three Thousand Immortal Realms do not want them, they will never let outsiders take advantage of them.
"Retreat!"
The army set off, leaving this place behind, and also leaving Wang Qicang behind.
After a stick of incense.
Ling Fuye's incarnation returned to a mountain in this place, and beside him stood a fairy woman dressed in palace attire. Their gazes were both fixed on the man who was covered in wounds and lay on the ground.
"Fourth brother, he's about to wake up," the woman in palace attire said softly. "Why save him? With his strength, he probably won't even last the first round of the battle of the prodigies."
"I think so too, but that boy gave his life for a cultivator. The outcome is no longer important."
Ling Fuye said with a deep gaze, "What's the point of giving him a way out? If he survives, he shouldn't come back in the future."
to date.
He was still giving that cultivator named Li Tiangui some face, but in this world, nothing can be determined by determination or will; everything depends on one's own strength. But Wang Qicang did not.
He only managed to get to this point because he had a group of friends willing to die for him.
Upon hearing this, the woman suddenly understood.
She raised her hand slightly.
In the distance, the earth rolled, trees rose from the ground, and the earth shook violently. In an instant, that land was transformed into a mulberry field, and everything was gone.
Ling Fuye's gaze narrowed slightly.
He saw that the figure had awakened and was running away quickly with a fierce expression.
a few days later.
When the myriad races of the land came to investigate, they found nothing. They wondered what the border troops led by the Immortal King of the Territory were doing here.
That day.
Wang Qicang surged wildly, as if facing a cataclysmic disaster.
He had no map of the Immortal Realm, no friends in the Immortal Realm, and no idea what lay ahead or in the distance. He didn't even know how to get to or where the Immortal Realm's Grand Gathering of Prodigies was.
A true orphan, ragged and destitute.
……
Ten thousand years of vast time vanish in the blink of an eye.
One of the grandest and most prestigious events in the Immortal Realm, the Grand Gathering of the Prodigies of All Races, is about to slowly unfold this year. Powerful figures from the three realms and myriad domains of the Immortal Realm will flock here, billions of races will descend, countless immortals will traverse mountains and rivers, and great immortals will gather in great numbers.
In the vast immortal realm, as winds and clouds gather and the world's attention is focused, the gazes of countless cultivators are gradually converging on one point—
The first round of the Heavenly Pride Battlefield.
In the Three Thousand Realms, at the pinnacle of the Dao, the ancient Immortal City, Whale City, spanning tens of millions of years, awakens once more, awaiting the arrival of the geniuses of all races in the Immortal Realm to tread upon this supreme war city built from the blood and bones of the ancients.
