Time passed, and two hundred years passed in a flash.

In two hundred years, the pattern of the Immortal Mansion was completely stabilized, and the mirage also retreated. The Immortal Mansion has entered an unprecedented period of stability, and the once flourishing 'Mending Heaven Sect' has been defined as a cult under the joint efforts of Wu Chong and the Miserable Daoren.

Countless high-level officials of the Immortal Mansion were involved, causing the upper-level forces in the core area of the Immortal Mansion to come to a round of reshuffle, countless old faces retreated, and new faces came up. Many monks of the Black Wind Village began to occupy high positions, and even the elder brother of the Dragon King became the master of the first hall because of Wu Chong's relationship, not to mention the ghost snake and others, together with the faction of the miserable Taoist, they divided all the ten main halls of the Immortal Mansion.

In the next hundred years, there were monks from the Chaos Sea one after another.

After Wu Chong completed the structure of the Black Wind Village, Lian Xing and Ling Zhujun both passed through the Ultimate Gate one after another. Unlike Yan Nineteen, the people who came behind them did not experience the suppression of the aura of the Immortal Mansion, but were directly dragged to the area where the Black Wind Village was located. The strength of the body was not suppressed, and with the help of Wu Chong, these people who came from across the border quickly adapted to the environment and gradually took root here.

The power of the Black Wind Hall is getting bigger and bigger.

Under the precipitation of time, it has slowly developed into the core of the immortal mansion like the Zhengyi Palace.

And the sea area of the mirage, it seems that after the last battle, it has completely lost its sharpness, and no powerful dream lord has ever appeared.

"It's an invasion."

In the mirage desert, the 'guard' in a gray and white cloth shirt carried a black mud bucket, and the expression on his face became even more tired. In the area in front of him, spatial fluctuations reappeared.

A new bug has crept in.

Looking at the black gas diffused in the air, he felt powerless.

Over the years, he has been constantly mending the gaps in the world, but the more holes are filled, the gaps in the world are getting bigger and bigger.

The 'Mending Heaven Sect' attached to him has become more and more decayed under the joint suppression of the Miserable Daoist and Wu Chong over the years, and it has long lost the momentum of the first major sect in the past, and the people who remain in the sect now are all his diehards.

"Holy Venerable, we can't bear it any longer."

A Mending Heaven Sect monk knelt beside 'Shou', and now the people of the Mending Heaven Sect were not enough for two hundred. The top-level sects that once spread throughout the Immortal Mansion and even the Mirage Sea had fallen to this point in less than two hundred years. Now the monks of the Mending Heaven Sect don't dare to use their identities when they walk outside, and they live like rats in the ditch.

This environment has forced the power of the Mending Heaven Sect to shrink further, and few of the younger generation of monks are willing to join the 'Mending Heaven Sect', and some extremists continue to sell their whereabouts in exchange for a high bounty from the Immortal Mansion.

"We have united with the Dream Lords of the Sea and are ready to eradicate the forces of Black Wind Village in the swamp area first, and then declare war on them to regain our lost homeland in one fell swoop!"

The other black-robed monk looked up, his eyes flickering with emotion.

It's hatred!

In two hundred years, too many people have died.

Black Wind Village has died, and the Heaven Repair Sect is naturally dead. Many of these people are the brothers and sisters of this group of monks, and even the families of Taoist monks. At this point, neither side wants to stop.

This hatred can only be ended when one of them dies completely.

"Go ahead."

Shou raised his head and looked at the gray-white sky dome above, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.

Maybe he should have gone to the seventh layer like those people in the first place.

Can mere tinkering really save the world?

For a moment, the 'keep' wavered. As archaic, this is an almost impossible emotion because they are a bunch of paranoids. But 'Shou' did waver, as the destruction of the world intensified, and he had a feeling of sliding quickly into the abyss. He alone simply can't withstand this downward trend.

"Take care."

The three monks on the ground kowtowed heavily to Shou.

As people who have always been by the side of the 'guards', they know better than anyone else what the Lord is giving. In the eyes of the Holy Venerable, there is no small hatred in the world, only great love. This is a state that they cannot and will never reach.

They are just a bunch of laymen, laymen swayed by hatred.

What I want to do most now is to take revenge! Let the scum of Black Wind Village and Xianfu pay for their blood debts!

Three months later.

A large-scale war broke out in the mirage.

The three Dream Masters of Black Wind Village in the swamp area were besieged by a group of mysterious powerhouses. Although the three of them broke through to become the Great Dream Lord with the help of Wu Chong and had top-level combat power, under the absolute suppression of numbers, they still drank and hated, and none of them escaped.

The Black Wind Village in the swamp area was burned to the ground.

The Xianfu stronghold was also ransacked, and there was no piece left.

On the scorched earth, the 'immortal text' arranged by the Black Wind Village and the Immortal Mansion was uprooted.

The Minotaur and the Spider Silk Dreamer, who were guarding these areas, were skinned, and the Rokko Dreamer had his head cut off, and his body was crushed and scattered. The Immortal Mansion side suffered heavy casualties, and several Great Immortal Venerables of the Miserable Daoist faction disappeared from the Fire Immortal Venerable's Divine Fall.

The Great Dream Lord of the Sea, who had been silent for more than two hundred years, went crazy all of a sudden, and united with a group of Immortal Mansion monks of unknown origin to swallow the swamp in an almost crazy way, spreading the war to the sand dune area.

On behalf of the power of the mirage, it has re-invaded here and sworn the sovereignty of the world.

It's the world fighting back.

The fourth floor of the Immortal Mansion.

The Sorrowful Daoist took out a fiery red pill from the Dan furnace.

This pill is not a solid pill in the traditional sense, but a fluid form, which is placed in the palm of the hand like a flame, burning constantly.

"This is already the most perfect 'Eternal Qi' that has been refined so far, but unfortunately there is still a big gap compared to the power absorbed by the Immortal Venerable."

Heyi stood next to him and said with a regretful face.

"That's enough."

The Sorrowful Daoist sensed the energy of the elixir in his hand and took a deep breath. The scorching Dan Qi melted into his lungs along his nose, and the whole person seemed to be ignited by the energy of the pill.

After so many years of hard work, he finally found a way to absorb the 'Eternal Qi'.

In his view, this is the right way.

In order to attain true 'eternity', one must absorb enough eternal energy. This is the path that the Sorrowful Taoist has recognized since a long time ago, and it is also what he has always insisted on doing. For this purpose, he even gave up going to the seventh layer.

"How's the situation on the Hades side?"

"Hades."

Tsuru didn't know how to respond for a while, because the other party's behavior was too strange.

"He's been asleep, and a few puppets lurking around him have been staring."

"Sleeping?"

The Sorrowful Daoist opened his mouth and swallowed the fiery red elixir into his mouth, and the dark red aura made his skin become a little dark red, and it took a while to calm down.

"Looks like there's some other secret in this guy that I haven't heard about. One hundred years of sleep, is it something that is difficult to digest? ”

"Maybe it's a breakthrough in cultivation."

Tsuru guessed beside him.

Whatever the reason, he should have woken up this time. There's such a big thing going on in the sea, and it's not me who is directly targeted. After the sad Taoist finished speaking, he closed his eyes.

The color on the body quickly faded, turning into an emotionless wooden puppet.

His essence has left. (End of chapter)