Mythological origins

"Today, the black tide in the east has expanded five miles forward. I'm afraid this cave can only be lived in for another month at most." Zhao Zilin glanced at the communication jade slip in his hand and thought after a few calculations.

The black tide in Nanyazhou has been expanding. From the beginning, it was just a small "scar" on the Jiulong Sea. Now, decades later, the dense black tide like a spider web has forcibly divided the entire state into many "isolated islands".

Countless monks separated in different areas can only fight on their own in the face of such a doomsday disaster, and the communication of information has been cut off.

If you want to cross to other areas, you have to risk your life and cross the dangerous black tide control area.

Unlike the normal environment, the black tide is full of black fog that interferes with perception, and monsters hidden in the black fog will attack from time to time.

The most uncomfortable thing is that in the black fog environment, the vitality of the monks will be slowly eroded.

If a monk who originally had a lifespan of a hundred years lives in the black fog for a long time, he can only live for another thirty or forty years at most.

Therefore, normal cultivators would not have the idea of ​​staying in the black fog area for a long time before being forced into a desperate situation.

…

"Zilin, I just found out that there is a cultivator settlement 300 miles to the north, where a Yuanying cultivator is in charge. It is the safest base nearby..."

The Jin Guang Master, who returned from a very far distance on a sword, could not wait to report as soon as he got off the flying sword.

"In troubled times, people's hearts are unpredictable. Joining a base with a Yuanying cultivator may not be a good thing."

A burst of white smoke and a man's voice appeared at the same time. Zhao Zilin knew that it was the Shui Jing Master who practiced the Smoke and Sand Escape.

"We are a few outsiders. We joined a group led by a strange Yuanying cultivator. In such a troubled time, it is easy to become cannon fodder for exploration."

"Are you right?"

"Ah, yes, yes."

"..."

The former Yin Yang Sect Master, Mu Ziqing, just walked out of the cave next to him and continued Zhao Zilin's words.

There were still several layers of thick gauze wrapped around her head, covering most of her originally charming face, and her once seductive eyes seemed a little blurred.

A few years ago, she was unfortunately injured by a strange bird-like monster in the impact of a black tide. After waking up, she would enter this state of confusion from time to time. No matter what others said, she only knew to reply "Ah, yes, yes, yes".

However, even so, she was still considered half a Jindan combat force. Together with some remnants of the Yin-Yang Sect and Master Jin Guang who happened to meet them one time, they formed a small escape team.

Master Shuijing, who had been secretly practicing the Seven Killing Swords, had considered several times to use Mu Ziqing as his own advancement, but he was helpless. The other party was only half crazy and half stupid.

Even in the stupid period when he could only say "ah, yes, yes, yes", he could still instinctively use the power of the Jindan level. It was not easy to deal with a few late-stage foundation-building cultivators, not to mention that there were a group of disciples protecting him.

…

Shui Jing, Jin Guang, and Zhao Zilin all practiced the Seven Killing Swords.

Otherwise, with their aptitude, they would never have the chance to practice to the middle stage of foundation building until they die, how could they go from the early stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building in just a few decades.

“Don’t worry about what Master said…” A petite foundation building cultivator with a beautiful face appeared from behind Mu Ziqing.

She was Xin Ling, Mu Ziqing’s disciple.

But now it may not be appropriate to describe her as beautiful face, after all, her surgery was very successful, and now she is a Kun cultivator from the inside out, so she looks a bit neutral.

Xin Ling is a triple spiritual root, and her aptitude is far better than the Jin Guang trio. She has the Jindan master’s dedication to cultivate her, so even if she doesn’t have external magic skills, her cultivation is not much behind them, and she is a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.     And she is a true spiritual root cultivator. In a real one-on-one fight, it is not a problem for her to defeat one of the pseudo spiritual root trio.

In addition to Xin Ling, the sisters Mo Fengwu and Mo Caihuan were also in the team, but they were still stuck in the bottleneck of the early stage of foundation building.

"From what I can see, the black tide area is getting bigger day by day. One day, we will not be able to escape with our strength alone..."

"But will it really work if we join the base of the Nascent Soul cultivators? The Nine Dragons Sea Star Palace, which has two great cultivators in charge, still disappeared in the black tide.

Even the overlord of Nan Yazhou, the Yanghuo Palace, was defeated in the face of the black tide!"

Before everyone lost contact with the area where the Yanghuo Palace was located, the battle situation was already very unfavorable. The coalition forces formed by the four major sects in Nan Yazhou did not get any good results from the endless monsters of the black tide.

Of course, they were not the top leaders of these major sects, and they had no idea that all the great cultivators of the late Nascent Soul stage and the late Nascent Soul stage had participated in the Xuming plan before the first coalition army set out, and were sleeping in the deepest part of the blessed land of each sect, with only some mana incarnations walking in the world.

Without high-level cultivators who can establish the Ding, how can we win the battle against the black tide?

"I... I heard a rumor." Although Xin Ling is already a foundation-building cultivator, he still speaks in a weak voice out of habit.

"A rumor about the 'Holy Temple'."

"Holy Temple?"

"It is rumored that in Dongjizhou, there is a force called 'Holy Temple'. They have the power to fight against the black tide and have purified all the black tides on that continent..."

"The number of black tide monsters is endless. No matter how many lives are lost, they are limited. Can the Holy Temple really do it?"

"I don't know either. I heard this from someone who came from Dongjizhou."

"..."

"In other words, as long as we have a way to escape to Dongjizhou, we can leave this damn black tide?"

After being tortured by the black tide for decades, and witnessing people around them being swallowed by the black tide and transformed into monsters, no one would feel good.

"Before the black tide broke out, if you were willing to give up the spirit stones, you might have a chance to teleport over, but now..."

The black tide disaster became more and more severe, gradually cutting Nanyazhou into isolated islands, and it became extremely difficult to communicate with each other. If you want to go to other areas, you have to risk crossing the black tide control area, and your life and death are unpredictable.

"If you don't use the teleportation array, only the Yuanying old monster with amazing escape speed and magic power will have a chance to fly across the state..."

The crowd discussed for a long time, but in the end it ended in vain.

...

"Brother, I found it! I found the fairyland!"

In the fifth-level blessed land in the deepest part of Yanghuo Palace, a young man with white hair was so excited that his Taoist robe burst open.

He showed off his muscular body and used his big hands like a palm leaf fan to vigorously slap the door of the cave next to him.

The countless restrictions on the door flickered under the impact of his muscles, emitting overloaded light from time to time, as if they would fall apart in the next moment.