This was probably a sign of a catastrophe of heaven and earth. Not only the human race was affected, but the East China Sea was also erupting with fire for thousands of miles, and the entire ocean was turned into seafood soup.
If ordinary people were not protected by the immortals, their fate would probably be similar to the seafood soup in the East China Sea. Qiong Yu had seen human head soup in her previous life. At that time, there was a flood and a city was submerged in water, with a sea of human heads inside.
Among all the birds and beasts, the human race's ability to survive is actually above average. But facing the turmoil of the heaven and earth catastrophe, even the cultivators dare not guarantee that they can survive.
Generally speaking, the strong men of the human race would take thousands or even tens of thousands of people with them to escape, and wait until the catastrophe was over to recuperate for hundreds of years before returning to their peak. No one had ever fled to the plateau like the immortal senior did, and this was the only one with such courage throughout history.
"Yeah." Li Yi nodded slightly, "I don't know why the traces I left in the world became like this, so I want to take them back to verify it."
"Please wait a moment, I'll bring it back to you right away."
Qiong Yu sat on the Yin-Yang Qi Bottle and transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the void.
Li Yi continued to lie on the sofa and play with his mobile phone.
On the other side, Qiong Yu rode on the bottle and quickly shuttled through the void. All the spatial barriers were like a layer of thin paper in front of the Yin-Yang Qi Bottle.
In the blink of an eye, she found the dreamland with the help of the energy given by Li Yi, and then plunged into it without encountering any obstacles.
In an instant, the surroundings were no longer dark and empty, and what came into view was a gray earth.
Heavy rain continued to pour down from the sky, and rivers were like galloping dragons, washing away all living things on the earth.
Qiong Yu closed her eyes slightly, and when she opened her eyes again, her temperament suddenly changed. Her silver-white pupils overlooked the world and saw through the truth of all things.
Tongtiantong, this is Qiong Yu’s innate magical power.
Following the veins of the earth and the heavy rain, Qiong Yu finally saw an extremely huge human figure. The broken figure was being reassembled step by step with the migration of all living beings.
"Was this broken by Zulong?"
According to what the Taoist Qingxuan told the Immortal Senior, a dragon and a human figure appeared in the Dragon Palace World at the same time, both of them were soldiers. Later, for some unknown reason, the Ancestral Dragon figure bit the human figure and crushed it in one bite.
"But it looks like we'll have to wait for a while, so let me help you speed up."
Qiong Yu picked up the Yin-Yang Qi bottle, and endless Yin-Yang Qi gushed out from it, instantly enveloping the entire illusion.
Using the Yin and Yang energies as the driving force and the immortal energy as the medium, the entire environment is analyzed through the Tongtian Pupil and finally it is brought into the palm of the hand.
She just raised her hand slightly, the illusion changed dramatically, time began to flow rapidly, and the Immortal Soldier gradually completed himself.
The monks who were trapped in the illusion were half out of it at this moment and could only watch countless images flashing before them, as if they were watching a slide show.
And these images will show them a real history.
"My fellow countryman, I heard that the government distributed grain to help with disaster relief. I walked around the city and didn't see any place distributing grain."
"There is no grain distribution. Just giving us some porridge is good enough. There are floods and droughts every year. Most places can't grow crops. Just having some porridge is good enough."
"Yes, then how many times a day is this porridge distributed?"
"How many times? That depends on when the gods come. If the gods come, the government will definitely give them gifts, and everyone can have a bowl of thick porridge."
"What if there isn't?"
"No, it all depends on the officials' mood. If they are in a good mood, they will give you a ladle of porridge. If they are in a bad mood, you will starve to death."
"I see. I have a naan here. Do you want to eat it?"
The starving man was stunned for a moment when the yellow-white sac was placed in front of him. Then he pounced on the naan like a wild beast, kneeling on the ground and stuffing it into his mouth frantically.
After taking a few bites, the man suddenly seemed to have overcome his hunger. He stopped what he was doing, took the naan into his arms and hugged it tightly.
A gentle voice came: "Why don't you eat anymore?"
The man looked up at the person who had just spoken to him. He was an ordinary man in green clothes and a bamboo hat.
However, his plump appearance was unusual in this era when there was widespread hunger.
"Leave it...leave it to my wife and children, and to his mother and son. Maybe it can be used as disaster relief for the government. As long as this year is over, maybe next year will be better, and we can sow seeds and plant crops. If we plant crops, we will have food to eat, and we won't have to starve."
"It's going to be okay."
The Taoist in green took out another piece of naan and stuffed it into the man's pocket, saying, "This is my last bit of dry food. Please take it and eat it."
"Thank you, benefactor! Thank you, benefactor!!"
The thin man knelt on the ground and kowtowed continuously, but was soon helped up by the other party. The force was very light but it left the man powerless to resist.
"No need to do that, lest you hurt yourself. Answer me a few more questions."
“Yes… yes…”
"Did the government distribute food to relieve the disaster?"
"Yes, but very little."
“When is it usually sent?”
"There was one at noon today."
At noon, grain was released from the government warehouse. Countless victims surrounded the grain distribution area, holding tattered bowls and chopsticks and forming three circles inside and outside.
Compared with the hungry victims with pale faces, the officials in charge of disaster relief were fat and had big bellies, and it was obvious that the meals they had were very good.
The official bowed slightly to the sky and said, "The Immortal Palace has issued an edict that the granaries will be opened today to release grain to help the victims of the disaster. According to the Immortal Palace's order, each person can make a bowl of thick porridge, and the chopsticks will float up and the head will fall to the ground."
As he spoke, the official inserted his chopsticks into the thick porridge, and the chopsticks sank straight down. The eyes of the hungry people around him were glowing red, and if the soldiers hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed forward.
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