Late at night, Wang Xuan opened his eyes, his spirit returned, and the feeling of hunger deep in his body finally disappeared.
Everything was quiet and the night sky outside was filled with stars. He left the spaceship and stood on the ground. The weather was getting colder and the breath he exhaled was white.
Wang Xuan looked up at the starry sky, as if he wanted to see through the deep universe. There was a group of people trying to cross the sea, and he didn't know whether they could successfully cross the sea.
In this age when spiritual practice is not possible, a group of people refuse to give up on the path ahead, and are unwilling to bow their heads in the real world and embark on a path with little hope.
He waited for a long time, but the three spots of light did not change and gradually disappeared. He vaguely felt that they seemed to sink into the earth of life.
Wang Xuan's heart moved, and he followed into the life soil, and found some problems. Mist was rising in the life soil, and there was a hint of decay.
“Do we really want to go with the times and decay together with them?” His soul dived all the way downwards. Without his most precious treasure and the tenfold speed bonus of the God-Slaying Flag, it would take him much longer now.
"Sure enough, there have been changes..." He felt a chill in his heart. He had noticed it the first two times. With the treasure in hand, the speed was slower than before.
The place where myths originated, where the extraordinary was born, the land of destiny, was declining, and even he was no exception, being "corrected" by this vast universe.
His external soul, his current physical body, and the shed old inner scene all showed signs of this long ago. It's not that he was unprepared mentally; the cold winter had already arrived.
After spending a long time, he finally arrived at the destination and took away a large amount of silver fairy liquid and purple substance. It might not be possible for him to come in again in the future.
Wang Xuan was very vigilant, preparing for the winter and keeping an eye out for the worst changes at any time.
After returning, he was touched, his soul left his body, flew up to the night sky, and looked down at the brightly lit city in the distance - Ancheng. Looking at the flashing neon lights and skyscrapers, he was a little dazed.
In this special era, if a familiar person leaves this universe, how many people can still communicate with him about spiritual practice?
Wang Xuan's soul flew across the night sky and scanned the land. He was afraid that one day he would also be suppressed by the real world and his spirit would be unable to leave his body.
The feeling of flying freely may become a luxury dream in the future.
"Hmm?" There was a river in the distance, and there were people fishing in the middle of the night. There was a faint light inside the body of one of them. He was an extraordinary person.
Now all the immortals have died and winter has come. There are not many extraordinary people in the world. Here is one, fishing leisurely.
These days, when other extraordinary people are in panic and confusion, not knowing where the future lies, he is fishing here, which is a bit strange.
Wang Xuan landed, approached silently, and then stared at him not far away. He soon discovered the problem. This person occasionally looked in the direction of Qingmu's manor.
Is this surveillance?
This person was very cautious and was very far away. If Wang Xuan had not suddenly felt like leaving his body and flying across the night sky, he would not have noticed this place at all.
Wang Xuan was almost equivalent to an earthly immortal, countless times stronger than this man who barely managed to keep the extraordinary Taoist fruit. A divine thought swept over him, and his mind went blank. He stayed where he was without feeling anything.
Soon, Wang Xuan found out that a man in black robe asked him to do this, guarding Qingmu's manor and observing Wang Xuan if he might appear. He would rather miss him than be exposed.
That's why he kept a far enough distance and blended in with the crowd of people fishing in the wild.
"Who is the man in black robe? Without the soil for cultivation, who would still care about me?" Wang Xuan was surprised. In an era when people are in panic and seeking their own way forward, who could have such strong hostility?
His soul entered Ancheng, passed through many tall buildings, and found some extraordinary people, but not many. They were badly suppressed. Most of them had only been in the human world for one or two periods. If the universe was shaken a little more, they would most likely become mortals.
Huang Ming's Exiled Teahouse was in complete silence. Boss Huang had fallen in realm and became a mortal. However, Huang Ming's skills were solid enough and he was much stronger than ordinary people. He was now a grandmaster.
Fortunately, his body had already solidified and had not yet transformed into its original form. It was obvious that he was in a low mood and had not yet adapted to this drastic change.
Wang Xuan flew silently without disturbing anyone, treating it as unknown. Finally, he returned to Qingmu's manor. He began to pay part of his attention to the fisherman.
"He didn't make any moves and stayed in the manor. I didn't dare to approach him."
Wang Xuan’s attention was not in vain. The man got up in the middle of the night and, like a normal wild fishing enthusiast, went home before dawn and talked on the phone on the way.
"Don't alarm him. He is irrelevant to the overall situation. Don't be afraid. Without the treasure, he will die soon. Right now, we are focusing on the depths of the universe. It is the time for harvest. Haha, look forward to it."
"Sir, what will happen in the universe?" the fisherman asked in horror.
"The treasure... don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask!" The person on the other end of the phone said coldly, "Stay away from that manor. He can't have any influence now. But if his spaceship takes off, you must notify me and shoot it down. Kill him and leave no trouble behind!"
The cold voice, decisive tone, and the smell of blood were like the whisper of a demon from the abyss. When the mysterious man hung up the phone, Wang Xuan felt a chill.
In an instant, he thought of a lot of things. Someone not only had strong hostility towards him, but also wanted to carry out a bloody harvest in the depths of the universe!
Although the mysterious man was restraining himself, one could feel that he was impatient and looked like he was about to reap the fruits of victory.
"He mentioned the Arcana."
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