Chapter 1215: The Chaos Land
Chapter 1215: The World of Chaos
"Even the inner area of Wuyou City has very little spiritual energy now. How can we, the casual cultivators on the periphery, have the qualifications to hope for more?"
Zhang Xuan left Wuyou City and went deep into the land of chaos.
Deep in the land of chaos, more and more monks are looking for elixirs.
This is because the spiritual veins in the city have dried up, and these low-level cultivators lack resources for cultivation and have to come out to find food.
In a chaotic place, a Jindan cultivator was leading several foundation-building cultivators to search for elixirs in a barren mountain range.
They are cultivators from a small Jindan family. The family originally owned a second-level spiritual vein, but the invasion of foreign cultivators forced them to abandon their homes and migrate to a chaotic land.
"Chief, all the spiritual herbs here have been picked up. If we go any further in, we may be eroded by the power of chaos." A foundation-building cultivator reminded in a low voice.
The Jindan cultivator frowned and said in a deep voice, "Let's go a little further. If we still can't find the elixir, we'll go back."
The group continued to move forward, and suddenly, the Jindan cultivator's eyes lit up: "There is a third-level spiritual medicine ahead!"
When everyone heard this, they were immediately cheered up and hurriedly followed.
A third-level spiritual medicine in the chaotic land is priceless.
With this third-level elixir, the Jindan family will have nothing to worry about!
However, just as they approached the elixir, a storm of chaos suddenly struck.
Several foundation-building monks suddenly felt their sea of qi churning, and their cultivation level showed signs of declining.
"Retreat quickly!" The Jindan cultivator shouted and quickly led everyone to retreat.
Only the Jindan cultivator and a few tribesmen survived this chaotic storm.
“Clan leader, what…what should we do?” A foundation-building cultivator had a pale face and a trembling voice.
The Jindan cultivator was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Go back! We'll think of another way."
Henry Zhang sighed.
He did not take action when the chaos storm came just now.
Because deep in the land of chaos, there are so many things like this.
Zhang Xuan came to an abandoned mine again.
The spiritual ore in this mine has basically been mined out.
However, there are still a lot of scattered and inferior spiritual ores left, which are not convenient to mine.
Since the big forces look down on it, it becomes the favorite of some small forces or independent cultivators.
There are many monks gathered in this abandoned mine, but their realms are relatively low.
A young Qi-refining monk was thin, haggard, and his clothes were tattered.
He simply ate a few bites of simple dry food and hurried towards the depths of the mine.
The depths of the mine are surrounded by chaotic forces. If you are not careful, your qi sea will be corroded and your realm will fall.
He was holding a worn-out pickaxe and digging hard in the mine.
The air in the mine was turbid and filled with chaotic power. Every breath felt as if countless fine needles were moving through the sea of qi.
His hands were covered with calluses and wounds, and blood oozed from new wounds from time to time, dripping onto the spiritual ore under his feet.
During the excavation process, the power of chaos was like an invisible undercurrent, constantly eroding his body.
But he gritted his teeth and endured the discomfort of his body. He had only one thought in his mind: to dig more spiritual ore, exchange it for more spiritual stones, and survive.
After finally digging up a few pieces of spiritual ore, Ah Fu happily prepared to leave the mine.
But at this moment, a violent vibration suddenly came from deep in the mine.
"Oh no! It's the mine collapse caused by the power of chaos!"
The Qi-refining cultivator was startled and immediately turned around and ran towards the cave entrance.
Behind him, huge rocks kept rolling down, raising a cloud of dust.
A huge rock almost hit him, glancing off his shoulder and leaving a deep bloody mark.
He ignored the pain and tried his best to escape from the mine.
He brought the few pieces of spiritual ore he had dug out to the trading market in a nearby stronghold, hoping to sell them for a good price.
However, the prices offered in the market are pitifully low.
The Qi Refining cultivator was angry, but helpless.
In order to exchange for enough spirit stones to maintain basic cultivation, he had to reluctantly make the deal.
With the few spirit stones he got in exchange, he hurried to buy the elixirs he needed for his cultivation.
However, the price of elixirs soared due to the shortage of supplies, and he could not afford to buy much with the spirit stones he had.
In desperation, he could only buy some of the most common recovery pills, which were better than nothing.
After paying a spiritual stone to the stronghold, he was so tired that he collapsed on the "upper and lower bunks" in Qing Xiu's cave abode.
He looked at the remaining spirit stones in his hand, his heart filled with worry.
I'm afraid this amount of spiritual stones won't last for a few days.
But he didn't dare to go to the spiritual mine again easily, as the mine collapse he had just experienced left him with lingering fears.
But how can we obtain spirit stones if we don’t go mining?
He fell into deep despair. He looked at the dim cave ceiling and muttered to himself, "Am I going to die silently in this chaotic place?"
Zhang Xuan took back his consciousness.
There are simply too many low-level monks like this.
The construction of the Witch God City caused the spiritual veins to dry up, which had a huge impact on these cultivators.
During this period, public security in various treasure areas has become increasingly chaotic, incidents of looting and smashing have become common, and public security pressure has increased sharply.
Fortunately, each treasure domain has given certain subsidies to these low-level cultivators, and the lives of the lower-level cultivators in each treasure domain have become slightly better.
However, it will probably take dozens or even hundreds of years for the underground spiritual veins in each treasure area to fully recover to their original spiritual energy concentration.
During this period, the cultivation of these low-level monks was still a big problem.
Individual cultivators or small forces without any savings can only tighten their belts and hold on, or take the risk of entering a chaotic area.
In the chaotic land, they either become miners to dig spiritual mines to earn spiritual stones, or look for spiritual medicines, or find strongholds for their families and build cities.
However, the power of chaos will corrode the sea of qi and cause great damage to the realm of the cultivator, but they have to choose the lesser of two evils, and this is the choice they have no choice but to make.
In the chaotic land, the cultivators from the major treasure domains hated the cultivators from other domains to the core and cursed them one after another.
"Damn it! If it weren't for these foreign monks invading our Great Wilderness Realm, we wouldn't have to live such a miserable life!"
"Yes, it is because of them that we have to hide in this chaotic place."
"In this chaotic place, the main spiritual veins are controlled by the God-transforming forces. We have no choice but to abandon our original first- and second-level spiritual veins."
"Alas, life is so miserable. It's too late to regret now. We are trapped in this chaotic place. There is no way out without a cross-domain treasure ship to the outside world. It's useless to think about these things now. The most urgent thing is to think about how to avoid the cleansing of the foreign monks."
"If we fail to escape this great cleanup, we cultivators, who are not even ants in their eyes, will probably turn into a pile of yellow earth, and there will be no hope for us to achieve immortality."
