When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

The exhaustion of spiritual energy is cruel. →

Especially for those who have just embarked on the path of cultivation.

Their cultivation is shallow and their lifespan is limited. In this catastrophe of heaven and earth, they are not even an ant.

These cultivators have died one after another in the past three hundred years.

There was once a super sect near Longcheng: Zhanlong Sect.

When Baiyou Dynasty was destroyed, Fu Ren, who was still frozen at that time, was secretly sent to Zhanlong Sect.

Seven hundred years later, Fu Ren was officially born and showed his edge from then on.

After the exhaustion of spiritual energy, Zhanlong Sect was disbanded.

Fu Ren, the former prodigy, also became worthless on this night.

The master and the head of the sect could not protect themselves and had no energy to take care of him.

They could only hug each other for warmth.

At this moment, in Fu Ren's old house.

There were thirteen people sitting around.

Some were very old.

Some were in their prime.

There were men and women among the thirteen people.

From their appearance alone, it is difficult to tell that they are actually geniuses of the same period.

"Brother Fu, is the incense still useful?"

"In addition to the Hemu Temple in the west of the city, which has been completed, the construction of the north and south of the city... has just started."

"And judging from the government's intention, I'm afraid that more than a dozen counties under Longcheng will also build Hemu Temples."

"If it is useful, we will imitate the Hemu and secretly build the golden body into the temple to steal some incense."

A charming woman said.

She looked at Fu Ren with eyes full of pity.

The others also cast their eyes.

Fu Ren shook his head lightly, "Our cultivation is too low, and the incense is not feasible for us. Let's find another way."

"Pah--"

An old man with a hunched figure slapped the table and stood up suddenly, "Useless? What is your basis for this conclusion? Do you want to take all the incense for yourself?"

He was angry and anxious, and his eyes were still filled with strong unwillingness.

He didn't have much time left, and there were already signs of aging on his body.

Everyone also looked ugly.

It was not that they suspected Fu Ren of hiding something, but that they regretted that the incense and fire method did not work.

Fu Ren told several people about his experience in detail.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

The thirteen practitioners present usually hid in Dragon City.

They claimed to be brothers and sisters.

Every once in a while, they would get together to discuss ways to prolong life and how to open up new paths.

In fact, at the beginning, there were far more than thirteen people.

It's just that... most of them ran out of life and fell in the torrent of history.

The atmosphere became more and more silent.

As always.

The people who struggled desperately in this torrent were actually no happier than the ignorant mortals.

"Ahem..."

A middle-aged man with white hair on his temples coughed lightly.

He put his fingers together and bent them, tapping the table lightly, making a gurgling sound.

Everyone looked over.

He pondered for a long time, and after scanning the faces of several people one by one, he slowly spoke, "Fu Ren, you are from the Dragon Slaying Sect, have you ever heard of the origin of the Dragon Slaying Sect?"

"Of course." Fu Ren nodded and said, "It is rumored that ten thousand years ago, there were several evil dragons here."

"A Taoist priest traveled here and killed all the evil dragons. The dragon blood dyed hundreds of miles and dyed the sea red."

"The Taoist priest established the Dragon Slaying Sect here with the power of killing dragons. From then on, the creatures born here have a probability of carrying a trace of dragon energy."

Fu Ren's words brought everyone back to their thoughts.

The Dragon Slaying Sect three hundred years ago was so magnificent.

The reputation of the Dragon Slaying Taoist priest was not low even in the whole Fuyao world.

If it weren't for the exhaustion of spiritual energy.

This level of power would not decline even if it was thirty thousand or three hundred thousand years, let alone three hundred years.

The thirteen people present had cultivation levels similar to Fu Ren. They were all super geniuses in the big forces and had just begun to show their talents.

"That's right." The man with gray hair nodded, "The Dragon Slaying Sect does have this history."

"But Fu Ren didn't explain it in detail enough."

"During this period, I have been investigating this history."

The man with gray hair had a slight ups and downs in his voice, and he seemed to be trying his best to suppress it.

He continued, "We just started practicing, and we encountered the exhaustion of heaven and earth, and bad luck."

"In fact, we don't know enough about the knowledge of practice."

"But a few months ago, by chance, I discovered the tomb of a strong man. That strong man was a pearl thief. He was seriously injured, and his spiritual energy was exhausted, and he died with hatred."

"Pearl thief?" Everyone was stunned. It was the first time they heard such a title.

The man with white hair on his temples nodded and continued, "The so-called pearl thief, the thief is the stealing, and the 'pearl' refers to the dragon pearl!"

"Dragon pearl?!" Fu Ren's eyes lit up, "Could it be..."

"Yes." The man nodded, "Back then, the Dragon Slayer Taoist killed eight dragons."

"Dragons...divine creatures of heaven and earth, calling the wind and rain."

"It is difficult for cultivators of the same realm to deal with dragons in a single fight."

"Even the Dragon Slayer Taoist could only kill eight dragons under the suppression of his realm."

"And those eight dragons have formed dragon pearls!"

As soon as the voice fell.

Everyone roughly understood what the man meant.

Although they had not practiced for a long time, they had also heard about the power of dragon pearls.

The essence of the power of the dragons was almost all gathered in the dragon pearls.

"As long as we get a dragon ball, it shouldn't be difficult to extend our lifespan by a hundred years!" The man's voice was firm.

"And I know that there is a dragon ball hidden in the nearby South China Sea."

...

The scene fell into silence.

Fu Ren frowned, "I'm afraid the risk of this trip is not small, and I may need to use my cultivation. If I fail... I'm afraid that the last few decades of my life will..."

An old man stood up and said:

"Humph, my lifespan is not much, and our cultivation is shallow. It is almost impossible to open up a new path of cultivation. The incense is useless to us.

This time, I want to go all out!"

A beautiful woman hesitated and wavered.

The closer you are to death, the more you will fear death.

Once you have cultivation, you dare to go forward without hesitation even in a dangerous place where you are in danger.

Just for the way in your heart, just for that higher place.

Hearing the truth in the morning, you can die in the evening.

But now.

After three hundred years of wandering in the mortal world, she was getting closer to death little by little. After understanding the weight of death, she hesitated.

The thirteen people had different opinions and quarreled with each other.

Night fell.

Finally, the opinions of both sides were mutually neutralized: the thirteen people pretended to be a caravan and went to the South China Sea to explore along the canal. Before finding the dragon ball, they would never use their cultivation.

The South China Sea is not too far from Dragon City.

The thirteen people discussed and decided to set off tomorrow. Maybe they could come back and have a good Spring Festival.