In the spiritual world, there have been floods for thirty-three years.
In an earthen city on the road leading to Tianzhou, on a flat mountain road in the distance that was built by a great practitioner with great magical powers, dusty mortals were coming here with their families.
Those with very good conditions can use a bullock cart and do not have to walk. Those with less favorable conditions can either ride a donkey or a horse.
These people are usually the princes and nobles of various dynasties. In the great migration, their former noble status is only a title. If they are able to help the Fairy Palace manage mortals and coordinate various migration tasks, they can still maintain some status.
If one has no ability and just has a so-called noble bloodline, he will soon become an ordinary person during the long migration. Because the Fairy Palace does not look at their bloodline and treats all mortals equally.
Except for a very small number of family members who have blood ties and join the immortal sect, they can receive special treatment. However, these people are usually taken away directly by the disciples of their respective sects and will not mix with mortals.
When the migrants saw the huge earthen cities standing on the hillside, there were no walls but only densely packed houses, which could be roughly divided into two types: cave dwellings embedded in the mountain, or square houses made entirely of loess.
"arrive!"
“We’re here!”
Accompanied by the cheers of the people, the mortals walking in the front began to run faster. Some people even knocked down the people in front of them and ran towards the city desperately.
There were only a limited number of houses in Tucheng, and the Immortal Palace had no way of accurately calculating the number of people who would migrate in each batch. Sometimes there would be vacancies, but more often they would be packed to the brim.
Therefore, it is important to enter the city first, at least to have a place to stay.
"presumptuous!"
A roar was heard from the sky, and a terrifying force descended from the sky, causing all the people running to fall to the ground and fall into a coma. One of them even fell off a cliff and his head was split open.
The cultivators standing in the air just watched the scene indifferently, and the Jindan who made the move didn't even look at it.
He was seen looking down at the crowd that looked like a long dragon or an army of ants, and his voice could be heard over a dozen miles away: "Anyone who causes disturbance will be killed without mercy."
The cold voice fell, mixed with the pressure of the monks. The hundreds of thousands of mortals walking in the front all lowered their heads, with a trace of fear and awe in their eyes.
This may seem unsatisfactory and not in line with the Fairy Palace's advocacy of treating mortals well, but this behavior is tacitly approved by the Fairy Palace. Because the premise of treating mortals well is to abide by the rules, and those who create chaos during the Great Migration are no different from killing people.
So far, the majority of deaths during the migration were caused by exhaustion and illness, with hundreds of people dying on the road almost every day. Most of these people were elderly or suffering from illnesses. The second type was riots, including but not limited to camp riots, stampedes, fights for food, etc.
There is no shortage of opportunists and evil-minded people in the world. Being strict with them is the greatest kindness you can show to others.
Of course, this severity is also mixed with the monks' emotions, including resentment towards mortals, inherent arrogance, and simple contempt for mortals.
This is a long-standing historical problem in the cultivation world. Although there is the Immortal Palace and the living immortal who supports the mortals, most cultivators will not argue with mortals for the sake of this immortal, but it does not mean that they will love mortals.
Even among mortals there are rich and poor, noble and humble people. The rich and powerful do not regard mortals as human beings, let alone monks whose lifespans start from a hundred years. If you really compare them, monks are much more merciful than officials.
At least they seldom compete with the people for profit.
Let’s get back to the topic.
After the monks' strong suppression and the killing of several mortals who caused the riots, the crowd completely quieted down and obediently accepted the monks' commands.
"Don't push or crowd. Anyone who pushes others will be killed."
"Those with children under 10 years old should enter the city first."
"Those who are separated from their families, please walk along the road to the end, there will be people there to help you call for help."
"Anyone who is raped should hug the rapist immediately. The Immortal Palace will seek justice for you. No matter who he is, under the Immortal Law, even an old emperor will lose his head."
The monks passed through the crowd quickly, and with their shouts, the crowd restored order, but also became a little agitated. There were criminals who were afraid of responsibility, and there were victims who needed justice.
Without exception, these two types of people could not escape the eyes of the monks. One by one, mortals were snatched up from the air and sent to a special detention place.
In the end, only one side of the two groups can walk out alive, just like the Colosseum in ancient times.
In troubled times, severe punishments should be used. The perpetrators should be killed, and the false accusers should also be killed. There is no need to worry that the monks will make a wrong judgment, as mortals cannot deceive the monks' discerning eyes.
On the tower, Master Yunhua looked at the dense crowd. Seeing that it started to rain again, he swung a layer of gauze from his sleeves.
The silvery-white silk stretched for dozens of miles, providing shelter from wind and rain for the people on the road.
This is a Jindan magic weapon specially made by Shangqing Palace. It is different from previous magic weapons and is completely made for ordinary people. Its purpose is to protect against wind and rain. A piece of gauze can cover a radius of 30 meters and a maximum length of hundreds of kilometers.
During the Great Migration, those who caught a cold were almost certain to die. Monks could easily cure the cold, but they could not cure the cold of tens of thousands of people. In some migrations with a slightly larger number of people, a cold might infect hundreds of thousands of people.
"When will this migration end?" An elder from the same sect sighed, "It's been 30 years. If it continues like this, I don't know how many people's cultivation will be wasted. We should have jointly written a letter to the immortal instead of being scared by the Moon Palace."
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