Two days later, Jiang Wanwan excitedly called Yan Ziyan, who was preparing to meditate and cultivate, to stir up some trouble.
"Wanwan, where are we going?" Yan Ziyan immediately stood up to greet her when he saw her arrive.
He was dressed in white, giving him a cool and aloof air. At this moment, he was looking intently at Jiang Wanwan, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.
Jiang Wanwan looked up at him and accidentally met his deep, affectionate eyes, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
She coughed lightly and quickly shifted her gaze, saying, "Senior brother, do you remember the Shadow Stones we collected in the Gasli Primeval Forest?"
Yan Ziyan nodded slightly, indicating that he remembered. His gaze remained fixed on Jiang Wanwan, as if trying to discern something from her expression.
Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan no longer concealed anything and said directly, "Xiao Guang told me that there might be alien invasions recently. So I want to use these Shadow Stones to set up some formations so that those invaders will never return!"
Upon hearing this, Yan Ziyan's expression turned serious. He knew that the invasion of aliens meant that Earth might face a huge crisis.
So he asked Jiang Wanwan seriously, "Is the place we're going to related to these Shadow Stones?"
Jiang Wanwan nodded and explained, "Yes, Senior Brother. I've developed several formations these past few days that can cause invading cultivators to lose all their cultivation in a short time, turning them into ordinary people. That way, they will no longer be able to pose a threat to us."
After speaking, Jiang Wanwan excitedly showed Yan Ziyan her results, explaining in detail the principles and functions of each formation.
Yan Ziyan listened intently, nodding occasionally in agreement.
The two walked side by side, heading towards their destination.
Along the way, Jiang Wanwan continued to tell Yan Ziyan about her plans and ideas, while Yan Ziyan listened patiently and offered suggestions and opinions. The tacit understanding between the two deepened, as if they were telepathically connected.
Meanwhile, on a towering cliff in the southern wilderness of the Nine Heavens Continent, stood two people.
One is Bai Luo, who is in the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm of the Wuji Sect, and the other is Ming Chen, who is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul realm of the Tianyin Temple.
Bai Luo was tall and slender, dressed in magnificent robes, with a sculpted face and a heroic air about him.
Looking down at the perpetual clouds and mist below the cliff, he sighed and said, "Brother Mingchen, take care!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped off the cliff without hesitation, and his figure disappeared into the clouds in an instant.
Mingchen watched Bai Luo's departing figure, his heart filled with helplessness and sorrow.
His dog-like eyes were dull and lifeless at that moment, because he knew that he and Bai Luo were nothing more than people the sect could abandon at any time.
"Fine, consider this repayment for the sect's kindness in raising me!"
With a sigh, he resolutely followed Bai Luo and jumped down.
Shortly after the two jumped off the cliff, two old men sat on a boulder not far away.
They came from the Wuji Sect and the Tianyin Temple respectively, and these two elders had been secretly watching Bai Luo and Ming Chen's every move.
After seeing them jump off the cliff, the two elders nodded in satisfaction, seemingly very pleased with the outcome.
Then, they instructed their disciples to stay put and keep watch, paying close attention to any activity below the cliff and reporting any developments to them promptly.
Afterwards, the two elders left the place, leaving a group of young disciples to guard the area and await further instructions.
Mars Village, S Province, Blue Star.
After a full year of hard work and careful planning, comprehensive post-disaster reconstruction work has now been completed.
The village layout is now more rational and perfect than before, and each building showcases a unique style and characteristics.
In particular, those brand-new villas are not only uniquely designed, but were also all built with government subsidies, which undoubtedly brought great benefits to the local residents.
At the same time, with the great explosion of spiritual energy from Earth, this magical energy benefited every corner of China, including this small village.
Here, every household in the village has started to grow various spiritual plants and raise some small spiritual beasts. Their lives are thriving and prosperous, it couldn't be better!
A major event occurred in Mars Village today—the old patriarch of the Li family passed away.
The old man had lived to be 120 years old, which was a very rare age in the area, so everyone said it was a happy funeral.
The entire village was immersed in an atmosphere of mixed grief and joy, as people flocked to the Li family's house to pay their respects and mourn the old man.
When Mingchen woke up again, he was in a dense forest in Mars Village.
He struggled to sit up and checked himself over.
He discovered that his robes were tattered and barely covered his body. He was covered in wounds and bloodstains. Worse still, he felt that his cultivation had been suppressed to the Golden Core stage, and his strength had been greatly reduced.
Furthermore, the spatial ring he possessed disappeared after passing through the spatial rift.
Mingchen cautiously used his divine sense to survey his surroundings. He discovered that the area was densely vegetated, appearing to be in a pristine and undeveloped state.
He also discovered many spiritual herbs that had disappeared from the Nine Heavens Continent. If he brought these back to the Nine Heavens Continent, they would definitely cause a frenzy.
"As expected of the ancient Blue Star, it's full of treasures!" Ming Chen said excitedly.
He carefully picked the spiritual herbs and put them into his pocket. He knew the preciousness of these herbs, so he cherished each one.
However, since he didn't have a spatial ring, he could only wrap the spiritual herbs in his clothes, which was very inconvenient to carry.
At the same time, he also discovered that his cultivation was suppressed by this Heavenly Dao, and if he forcibly improved it, he would be rejected by the rules of this world.
At best, they'll be sent back the way they came; at worst, they'll be eliminated by the rules.
Mingchen casually conjured up a decent set of clothes for himself, intending to wander around and take a look.
As soon as he emerged from the dense forest, he heard a retro yet high-pitched melody, like a sharp sword piercing his heart, making his soul tremble.
Mingchen stood frozen in place, listening intently, utterly astonished by the heavenly music—a music as plaintive as weeping, as dreamlike as illusion, seemingly ethereal and otherworldly.
What kind of musical instrument is this?
Ming Chen appeared in front of the Li family mansion in a flash, and the musical instrument was coming from inside.
He stood at the door and listened carefully for a while, and suddenly felt that he might have found the voice of heaven and earth that his ancestors had spoken of.
Even after the performance inside ended, he remained standing there, still immersed in the music.
"Kid, come in here! The feast is about to begin!"
Suddenly, the customer service representative standing at the door enthusiastically pulled Mingchen towards the courtyard, giving him two cigarettes along the way, and finally pressed him down onto a stool next to a large red lacquered round table.
Mingchen carefully placed the spiritual herbs in his arms aside, examined the two stalks of chrysanthemum in his hand closely, but found nothing special about them. He then casually placed them on the table and looked around.
They found everyone busy finding seats, chatting and laughing in twos and threes, with both cultivators and ordinary people living together harmoniously.
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