[It was the most desperate time, human nature, animal nature...... The ugliest side of the soul of the soul erupts in an extreme environment. 】

"The most desperate times?"

Yang Gang's eyebrows froze.

The memory of 10,000 years was long, long, and he gradually sank into it, forgetting everything around him.

[Third year.] Many immortals who have cultivated to a high level have found that the aura between heaven and earth is ...... Disappear in a little bit. At first, the news of the matter was blocked and kept secret from the public. 】

[But as time passed, many sensitive middle-level immortals and demon clans finally felt the changes in heaven and earth. The news spread like a tide through all the small worlds and blessed lands and caves, and all living beings fell into panic. 】

[If the aura of the small world they are in is not replenished, all monks will not be allowed to practice.] Over time, there will even be a catastrophe of regression in cultivation and the five decays of heaven and man...... The immortals and gods who live for thousands of years will also die of old age in the small world. 】

[The chaos at the beginning was quickly suppressed by the powers. 】

[But when the time came to the seventh year, the cultivators still hadn't found a solution, and some of the spiritual energy of the small worlds was on the verge of exhaustion......]

[An unstoppable riot has finally happened. 】

"Suck ......"

Yang Gang took a long, deep breath.

I have already anticipated the subsequent changes, and I have expected the bloody scenes.

"I can't imagine that they escaped the collapse of the mountains and seas, but they can't escape this period of despair......"

Yang Gang continued to look down.

[Seventh year.] People began to disappear and die inexplicably. Some were dug out of their hearts, and some were gnawed by wild beasts until only a skeleton remained. At first, everyone thought it was just a fortuitous accident. But as more and more bones were found later, countless people went missing......]

[This period of bloody and dark times was called the catastrophe of 'Moluo'. 】

[In the tenth year, the aura of heaven and earth was cut off, and a dark and bloody era of the end of the law began. 】

[The turmoil in the small world is becoming more and more frequent, and it is almost on the surface. Many secret methods of devouring flesh and blood were invented, and the monks slaughtered each other with cruel methods. The number of creatures in each small world has decreased dramatically. 】

[For the creatures who use this method to survive, a small number of immortals and demon clans who still maintain their original intentions call them 'Demon Dao'. 】

[Eleventh year.] Something happened that made everyone, including the Demon Monks, desperate. The spiritual plants planted completely withered, and they completely lost the food they needed to survive. 】

[Without aura, immortals can't open the valley. Without food, the flesh cannot survive. The immortals who have cultivated to a high level may still be able to survive with the massive mana in their bodies. And the middle and low-level monks, a few mortals...... Even the newborn children of this dark period ......]

[If there is a tacit understanding, a bloody killing feast swept through the small worlds and blessed lands and caves that were closed by various news. 】

[You sit in the midst of reincarnation, silently watching everything. I watched countless sluggish spirits walk past the Sansheng Stone and head towards the depths of reincarnation. Hearted, powerless]

[Thirteenth year.] 】

[Crazy, everyone is crazy! 】

[In order to survive, in order to live longer, all the small worlds fell into riots. The same is true for many blessed lands with relatively more resources. In the face of all this, the high-level immortal gods and powers were still silent. 】

"They are like you, with heart and powerlessness. In the face of what may be the last group of creatures in the world, the last spark of the mountains and seas, how can they bear to kill? 】

[Even if all the riots are suppressed, they have no solution to the current crisis, do they want to watch everyone starve to death together? If they really had the ability to stop this, they would have taken action six years ago......]

"Whew~~"

Yang Gang sat in the bedroom and sighed involuntarily.

This period of darkness is destined to be left to the cruel self-reproduction of living beings. In the end, the fittest survived, leaving the most tenacious and ruthless batch.

Because in the future, no one knows what will happen.

Like the beasts of nature that rely only on instinct.

In billions of years of evolution, what can be left behind has its own merits.

[Fifteenth.] 】

[The mountains and seas that fell into the long night of eternity finally lit up with a glimmer of hope. 】

[A small world. A Later Jin monk who regarded the Erlang god Yang Jian as a role model buried himself underground to escape the riots and killings, and lived on the bark of plants and trees. However, he has never forgotten the four philosophical words that Yang Jian told the Three Realms when he slashed out the Four Swords of Tianxin, and he has been concentrating on studying the path of hope. 】

[Finally, on this day, he discovered a magical way to communicate. 】

[Because he has been hidden underground for a long time, his hearing has become very sensitive, and he can distinguish things on the earth through the vibrations of the ground. Once, unintentionally, a fierce battle took place in the ground above his head, and a fragment of a magic weapon broke through layers of dirt and pierced into a small mechanism he had developed. 】

['Bell~~' melodious voice, like the sound of the avenue, kept echoing in his ears. At that moment, a young man named Mo Zhai suddenly realized! 】

[At this time, the heavens and the earth were in chaos, cutting off the connection between the various small worlds and the blessed land cave heavens. Creatures cannot pass through the dark universe where chaos and the sea of suffering are intertwined, and no spell or supernatural power can exist in it. 】

[But the power of the shock, maybe you can! ] 】

[Five years later.] Suddenly a hole opened in the earth, and a figure like a dried corpse staggered out of the ground. Mo Zhai's accumulated grass root bark has been completely depleted, but ...... He has finally developed a device that can travel through chaos and transmit information. 】

[An object that is not driven by any spells or supernatural powers.] 】

[This magical technique was named by later generations - 'Trick'. 】

[Next, only practice remains...... He also needs the help of the power of the top immortals, and he needs the hardest gold and iron in the world to create a mechanism that can survive in the sea of chaos and bitterness as much as possible. The young man named Mo Qu knew that there was endless danger waiting for him ahead, and that the bloodthirsty Mora Monk alone was enough to kill him a thousand times......]

[But.] This young man who is destined to be great firmly believes in his heart that as long as he never gives up like Erlang God Yang Jian, he will definitely . It will work! 】

"Mo Zhai ......"

Yang Gang muttered the name, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining, "Sons...... Hundred! ”

This moment.

He suddenly remembered the Terran saints in the School of All Saints, who had come from the era of recklessness.

The flame of hope has finally ignited in the darkness!

[The thirtieth year of the Moro Tribulation.] 】

[The dark Chaos Universe lit up with a faint fluorescent. Thousands of strange shuttles are like fireflies in the night, banished from a small world into the sea of chaos and suffering. 】

[Thirty-third year.] A streamer fell into the blessed land of Wanshou Mountain. An old farmer is sitting sluggishly and numbly on the top of the mountain, looking at the dry fields under his feet. I looked up inadvertently, and I happened to see the eternal dark sky, the fire that flickered like hope. 】

[Like every mythical story, it is made up of incredible coincidences. This faint light opened up an epic picture. 】

[The old farmer in the field bent down and picked up the flame of hope! 】

(End of chapter)