I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

Chapter 300 A Tide of Millions of Corpses

On the front line, the majestic and huge city wall isolates the inside and outside, separates the two major territories of Qingyun and Xuanyin, and becomes an important boundary line that divides life and death.

Above the nine heavens, there are four changes of energy. Coupled with the warm and bright sunshine, it is the arrival of spring again.

Under the tall city wall on the front line, there are tenacious and vigorous weeds growing out of the corpses, covering the ground, and occasionally dotted with wild flowers.

From time to time, small beasts appear in it. They lift up the dead bones that have not completely rotted on the ground, looking for food in this desolate and lush land.

In the past time, both sides have been secretly accumulating strength. For a year, there have been few battles under this tall city wall.

The warm sunshine of the spring afternoon shone lazily, leaving a warm color on the blood-stained city wall. The monks on it who had recovered from the war could not help but relax and feel an indescribable sense of leisure and comfort. They wished they could let go. Time stops at this moment.

But unfortunately, they didn't know that today's scene was the last tranquility.

At this moment, on top of the city wall, an older monk leaned against the weathered and somewhat damaged city wall, took a puff of dry cigarette, smacked his lips, and said:

"You little bastards are so lucky. The day you were on duty happened to be during the armistice, and you were lucky enough to save your life."

Beside him, there were three or four young men who were still childish and had some fluff at the corners of their mouths.

One of them pouted when he heard this and said dissatisfied: "Huh! What's so good? I want to kill a few more demon cultivators in exchange for more credit, and exchange them for the Huanglong Pill that can break through the realm!"

"Come on!" the older monk sneered, "With your skills as a kid, it's not bad if you don't get skinned and cramped by the demon cultivators, you can extract your soul and refine your soul. How about killing the demon cultivators?"

Then, the older monk took another puff of the spiritual smoke and said with some melancholy: "Besides, no matter how many benefits there are, so what? War is no joke. Once it breaks out again, people will really die... …”

"I think you are just afraid!" The young monk curled his lips when he heard this, "We monks are always going against the will of heaven, how can we be afraid of our own hands and feet? I think..."

Just on top of the city wall, while an old and a young monk in charge of guarding were bickering with each other, there was also a young monk in charge of observation beside him. He seemed to have noticed something and couldn't help but be startled:

"Look, you guys, why is the sky over there so dark? Is it going to rain?"

"Huh?!" As soon as he said this, he immediately attracted the attention of many monks on the city wall.

It was now afternoon, and the warm sunshine filled the vast and endless plain beneath the city wall.

Its continuous extension is connected to the sky in the distance, and it has an indescribable vastness.

At this moment, on the horizon, at some point, in the dim background, a darkness that was so thick that it could not be dissolved suddenly appeared.

It seemed to be connected to the sky and the earth, covering the distant horizon, and as time passed, the monks on the city wall discovered that it was constantly pushing forward bit by bit.

"Is this... a dark cloud? Is it going to rain heavily?" A look of confusion appeared on the face of the older monk, "This shouldn't be like this in this season, right?"

Just when he was wondering, he suddenly saw a young monk standing aside, his eyes glowing with spiritual light, as if he was looking into the distance, and then his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

"Are you okay, kid?" The older monk looked a little strange, stepped forward and patted him on the back.

Unexpectedly, the latter fell directly to the ground, his face turned pale, he pointed forward with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice: "Corpses, so many corpses..."

"Huh?!" After hearing this, the older monk seemed to have thought of something, and his expression suddenly changed.

He did not hesitate to use the Spiritual Eye Technique to look into the distance, looking towards the darkness on the horizon.

The distant horizon, at some point, was covered with layers of ink-like black clouds, and all the scenes under it became extremely gray, without a trace of color, just like a world of the dead.

And in the field of vision, in the sky at Yunchu, some vague things are constantly falling down, like thick gray fog, or like flying catkins, constantly covering the distant sky and earth.

No, that's not smog, but more like... ashes.

And when the older monk looked towards the ground, his face, like the people beside him, instantly turned extremely pale.

Because in his eyes, under that gray world were corpses.

It is a moving corpse, a continuous corpse, an endless corpse!

They were densely packed in every corner of the field of vision, some were swollen and fat, some were covered in white hair, some were glowing black... Each one was moving towards the city wall stiffly and slowly.

And above the boundless tide of corpses, there is a rolling cloud, with countless pale faces emerging among them. The expressions on their faces are either miserable, tragic, grief-stricken, or filled with hatred... It's terrifying.

Although they have different shapes and are extremely weird, without exception, the ferocious expressions on their faces and the cold and stiff bodies all reveal their desire for the living!

At this moment, they are rushing towards the front line of Azure Cloud Sect like a tide.

Since the end of the battle for the Soul Formation's fallen land, the Xuanyin Sect Demonic Cultivator has been planning for thirty years. Finally today, the terrifying undead natural disaster has taken shape, and at this moment, it is brazenly attacking the front line of Azure Cloud Sect. Coming!

The next moment, whether it was on the Noda city wall on the front line or the Azure Cloud Sect mountain gate far behind, the alarm bells were ringing!

Chang Qing and other Gold Core Perfected Beings are in seclusion, Lin Chen is undergoing air conditioning tests for the Skyfall Mountain, Zhang Mengyao and other Foundation Building monks are stationed on the front line, Zhang Zhiming and Zhang Hao are still in charge of the great migration of mortal monks, or maybe The high level of Azure Cloud Sect…

Almost everyone put down what they were busy doing and turned their attention to the front line.

One after another, spiritual lights appeared on the main hall of Azure Cloud Sect. All the monks above the Foundation Building of Azure Cloud Sect gathered at this moment.

Their eyes were solemn, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them from the front line, looking at the gray world and the millions of corpses, and there was an indescribable gloominess in their expressions.

It was a grey, lifeless world, and there were no living creatures. There was only a deathly coldness and permeability, and ashes that seemed to float forever.

When everyone saw this scene, they only felt an unprecedented terrifying pressure, and the world accompanying this death was gradually eroding towards them.

Life and death, Qingyun and Xuanyin, are the two major forces that have inherited their legacy since the fall of Soul Formation. The resentment and hatred that has lasted for three thousand years are finally coming to an end today.

The war ends.

(End of chapter)