Aside from these three continents, there is the most vast and mysterious land of Middle-earth, historically known as the 'Peak Divine Domain'. For hundreds of millions of years, there has been very little news from where it comes from, but every news from where it comes from is closely related to the laws of this world, and all of them have become a warning word for this world to be passed down to future generations.

Once, the three great empires here had achieved amazing supernatural powers, and once had arrogant ambitions to covet Middle-earth, but it was so powerful and shocking that the offenders of all time had fallen and none of them survived.

It is said that the land of Middle-earth is divided into two domains, gods and demons, and the land is vast and sparsely populated, but each has boundless mana. In addition, the surrounding moats, or deep and terrifying, or thunderstorms are vertical and horizontal, and powerful spirit beasts turn over rivers and swallow mountains and rivers, which greatly restricts cultivation, and only a very few great powers can cross the moat and reach the boundary of where. This kind of death-defying journey, which is not much different from the catastrophe, few people are greedy and greedy, and compared with the endless superb spiritual veins in the legend, I am afraid that it is more important to live a person's life.

However, in this realm of wind and fire, there are also some devout pilgrims who are willing to go there after a lot of hardships and hardships all their lives, even if they die on the way, they do not forget to pursue it for generations.

It's a pity that these words that have gone through thousands of catastrophes and have been exchanged for countless falls have been hidden by the empire and are regarded as the biggest taboo on the mainland. A low-level cultivator like Dumb can't even listen to legends at all.

At this time, on the outskirts of Huitou Town, a beggar in rags was looking at the town from afar. Dozens of miles away in the south of the town, more than a dozen rays of light pierced the sky, dragging dazzling light tracks into the town. It was a monthly supply boat, and it was also the transportation vehicle for the Treasure Pavilion in the town. This Baolai Pavilion is a merchant sect in the north of the Siam Empire, and the northern Xinjiang of the empire is full of large and small businesses such as Baolai Pavilion's refining workshops, Danfang, and goods shops. These shops are concentrated in the best locations in the town, where anything valuable can be exchanged or traded, close to the people and affordable, some like the one-stop service of "squeezing pain" and "sleeping horses" in later generations. Now, it has completely become a problem for this young beggar.

"It's been a year, immortals. It's been a year since I've been here! Even if you mix like this, you can't even have the qualifications to cultivate, right?" the beggar muttered hatefully, and on his slightly stubble face, the original 'white and tender' complexion turned into a deep bronz. Over the past year, in order to chase those hateful bone rats, thousands of miles of exposure to the sun and scorching wind and dust are indispensable. It is not okay to make a living with those well-cultivated thieves, and you can't bear the weight. Therefore, after being constantly shouted and kicked in the ass, the beggar has a few more muscle lines on his body and face. Now it looks far from the weak scholar at the beginning, but it has a little bit of a strong and upright taste.

No one here recognized Dumb or Meng Lang Zhenren, and he didn't have the face to report his real name and insult his ancestors, but fortunately, this group of people were all called by nicknames. His current nickname is 'Brother Tiao', which is actually Dumb's honorific title for himself. According to the old words that the gang tirelessly recalled, that day, in the morning light, they thought they had caught a live white chicken. He was the youngest in this group, the eldest, so after changing his nickname countless times until he was boring, the most pleasant thing everyone called was 'Mitiao'. With such a dirty name, Dumb felt the need to change it, especially in front of outsiders, he had to call himself 'Brother Tiao'. It's a pity that it's been a year, and there are almost no outsiders, in fact, there is not even a foreign dog.

The language of this world, that is, the official dialect of Siam, Dumb has learned seventy-seven eighty-eight at this time, but it always sounds strange. It's just that the person who taught him has this accent. They are at the bottom of this world, not even monks, but quasi-monks, or as Huitou Town calls them, 'barbarians' and 'outcasts'. They are teleported here from the outside world, and their cultivation is usually penniless, and they have never been accepted by the locals, even if there are not many real locals here. Just like the young people of the capital in later generations, they always want to greet the people of the whole country, but they don't know that their ancestral home is also from the poor and remote land of the past.

They have low cultivation, and they make a living by selling some coolies, or doing some black labor in the Guyuan Medicine Garden, or fighting for their lives from under the minions of the Red Sea Wasteland, hunting some rabbits and rats and the like in exchange for food. If the monks here were staring at each other and not being paid, they wouldn't even dare to fart. It's good to be obedient, otherwise people will fall to the ground with a wave of their hands, there is no official government here, and no one cares about the lives of the stateless even as fertilizer.

Siam looks like an empire, but in fact it is loose like a city-state. There are only alliances of monks here, and these alliances have divided and merged to form families. After these families were devoured alive and frozen, only the largest one remained. The words of the highest cultivator here are the law, the decrees of the monarch. These god-like monarchs were revered by all the people, and the rules they established were passed down to the later princes with huge sects. The emperors who actually control these sects will unite after a long war, and every thousand years they jointly elect a person with unsurpassed cultivation and strength, which is: "Siamese Divine Monarch", and the princes of all parties become "Immortal Monarchs of the Nations". Whether it is war or peace, killing or banishment, as long as half of these people agree, it will be carried out immediately. The thousand-year-old reign of the Siamese Divine Monarch was achieved through strong cultivation and strength, so overthrowing or surrendering was just a matter of choice, no one cared, as long as you could do it.

Force is the only way to solve problems here, and the truth is always in the hands of the stronger. Therefore, it is not that the Shinong industry and commerce here do not exist, but they are only a means to seek resources for cultivation. Everyone will do whatever it takes to improve their cultivation as the only pursuit of their lives.

But on the continent, the known resources such as the spirit stone veins, the elixir immortal mansion, and the pure gold origin are completely in the hands of the immortal monarchs of the nations, and the scattered cultivators either find an immortal monarch sect to be exploited, or they are directly exploited by the strong people around them. The spiritual power that cultivation relies on comes from pure spirit stones and extravagant elixirs, if there are neither elixirs nor spirit stones, then you can only eat spirit valleys, these spirit valleys with thin spiritual power, although eating ten meals is not as good as a low-level spirit stone, but it is necessary for survival.

According to the weights and measures of the Siamese Kingdom, half a Dou Ling Gu is equal to a low-grade spirit stone, which is the result of the last war; a hundred low-grade spirit stones are equal to a middle-grade spirit stone, and a thousand middle-grade spirit stones are equal to a high-grade spirit stone. As for those top-grade spirit stones, most of the monks had never even seen them. As for those elixirs that absorb quickly and get twice the result with half the effort, there are only high and frightening prices, and the share that will always be in short supply, and the vast number of sentient beings under the base of the tower will not consume them unless they make a windfall.

"I can't imagine that I have been quenching my body for three years, and the suffering of Qinglian for three thousand times is only exchanged for the status of a homeless person at the beginning of Qi Condensation. The first level to the peak twelve, the middle level twelve, and the advanced level is twelve. Hey! How many spirit stones do you need to overlap and overlap! Damn the class! Damn the spirit stones! Well, why am I here? How good it is to stay in the Kyushu realm? Calling the wind and rain, calling friends and companions, how happy and happy. "The young beggar muttered to himself, the flame-scorching Red Sea Wasteland behind him, and the town in front reminded him of the siege of the city. Counting from the fingers, it was exactly three years from that day. After habitually teasing, that beautiful face flashed irrepressibly in his mind, and even the difficulty of surviving in the face of this heartache could not have the upper hand at all, and it was even more difficult to numb himself in the slightest.

Dumb wanted to sleep for a while, so he lay down with his tattered clothes, and the shady side of the hillside was still helplessly hot, but for the first time in three years, he couldn't sleep like this. In her own meditation, in the pain of the Qinglian Secret Realm, and in the leisure time of ambush and hunting, the woman became the demon of her own entry, allowing herself to enter the realm without an inch, and she sank hopelessly.

Now that I know, if you want to fill the innate spirit with spiritual power, you don't know how many spirit stones it will take, and it is really a long way to go back. The cruel reality doesn't just make this brother sigh for a long time. There was even a voice in his heart asking, even if the Ling Xiao Teleportation Array would really be launched again, even if you went back at this time, would you really be able to save anything?

Annoyed, insomnia, and unwilling to accept his fate at this time, Dumb waved his fist in the direction of the town, and shouted hoarsely: "Lao Tzu wants to live-! Lao Tzu wants to advance! Fight-fight! Lao Tzu wants spirit stones!" This scene is very similar to the declaration of a certain organization in later generations. But it is precisely the most obvious footnote to the class struggle as the key link.

It's a pity that the slogan can't solve the problem in front of him, and the dumb who calmed down thought to himself: For the sake of today, it is better to find a means to make a living first. The aura here is not much higher than that of Kyushu Realm, if there are no spirit stones and spiritual veins, it is better to fly to the cold mountain spring in the peak room. In order to survive, the reason why my group is together for a living is that they hunt for a living, which seems to be unrestrained, but in fact it is just a last resort. Seeing that the brothers on weekdays actually fought for the last spoonful of Linggu, it was really sad in people's hearts.

Although the boss protects himself more, he is also a destitute person, and he has been here for fifteen years, but he has only condensed three times, and this kind of care is limited after all. If you still rely on errands and miscellaneous alms to get that little bit of Linggu, this newly acquired hundred-year life limit will all be in the condensation period.

In the past year, the water and moon slash that he originally cut into the realm was very small, and he could only fight a suckling pig shaped like a suckling pig, but he couldn't hurt it in the slightest. The only advantage of this trick is that relying on this silent and sudden blow, he can seize a first-line opportunity for the gang every time, so he will share the food with him, and everyone will not say anything. But Dumb was not reconciled, he wanted to pull out and work alone to prepare for his faster cultivation.

In the past three months, Dumb has secretly returned to Stone Tepe several times at the risk of death, and waited for the rock eaters where the bones were found. Unexpectedly, the rock eater ants did not wait, but they were lucky enough to pick up the teeth of a nest of bone rats that the ant colony had eaten. The old man was shocked by his disregard for his life, and persuaded him: Be careful! Don't be too happy, even if you get these things in your hands to the town, I'm afraid you'll lose your life first. It's still trading outside the city, although it's much cheaper, but it's safer to have me by your side. Dumb looked at his bloody feet, gritted his teeth and refused.

Silently sneered: Today, if you say anything, you have to exchange it for the spirit stone that started from the beginning, as long as there is a rune in the bronze rune, you can use the Flowing Cloud Slash and start working alone.

Summoning up his courage, Dumb walked to the gate of the city, sneaked up behind a monk, cowered and pretended to be a newly recruited laborer, and indeed avoided the entrance tax along the way. Finally broke into the inner city, and saw the signboard of Baolai Pavilion from a distance, Brother Tiao breathed a sigh of relief. This sense of accomplishment is even more enjoyable than the feeling of standing in a hundred zhang high city and raising his arms during the first battle of Linzhou that day.

Huitou Town is not a fairyland, except that this street is a bit of a shape, and the place where those scattered cultivators live is not yet able to catch up with the scale of Hanyang's hometown. Dumb walked under the eaves, he didn't want to cause trouble, the spiritual power consumed by the registered monk to kill a beggar may be his only hope. Even though he was cautious, Dumb was hit on the forehead by an open door, and the guy who opened the door saw that it was him, and wanted to make up for it with a disdainful face, but Dumb hurriedly retreated before he dodged. Maybe the weather was too hot, or maybe he was too lazy to exert his energy, and the guy didn't even kick the ground. Inside the door is the grocery store, but Dumb saw that this guy was a little hesitant, I don't know what this mood is, don't kick the iron plate.

Forced by his helpless livelihood, Dumb hesitated again and again, but still stepped forward with a smile, "This senior, this trick is from the heart, and it is very clever, this is Baolai Pavilion, isn't it?

The guy looked up at the sky, and spit a mouthful of thick phlegm into the ground with his back hand, and then he opened his mouth unhappily: "Change things?" Seeing Dumb nodding violently, the guy angrily pouted to the left hand, seeing that Dumb was puzzled, he said angrily: "Go to the side door to change things, block the feng shui and see if I don't kick you to death." With the sticky phlegm on his trouser leg, Dumb thanked him repeatedly, and then turned to the side door of the grocery store.

At the door, he wiped away the phlegm with a wry smile, and then knocked on the door knocker.