Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Chapter 785 643: Girl Hong Tian, Re-entering Feiyu World_3

The originally suppressed Eight Great Saint Races, along with other hidden powers, began to have different thoughts and became hesitant towards the Undead Race, no longer loyal. Various hidden dangers and great conflicts erupted, like a volcanic explosion.

In the Feiyu World, resources are extremely monopolized.

The Undead Race stands aloof, monopolizing high-level resources, their status like that of a master. As for the other Eight Great Saint Races, they seem like servants, most suited to eat some leftovers. As for other races, they are reduced to food, regularly captured and killed.

If the Undying Demon Monarch were still overseeing the Feiyu World, those rebellious forces would continue to keep silent and remain subservient.

But with the Undying Demon Monarch sealed and leaving the leaders without direction, countless silent forces took action, starting to seize territories, plunder minerals, and slaughter the Undead Race. Even if some races feared the Undead Race and dared not act, they were watching and waiting for the opportunity.

In this world, many large regions have erupted in shocking battles, where powerhouses clash together.

The fighting never stops, the slaughter never ends.

Starting from the lowest Qi Cultivation cultivators, to the highest Harmonization cultivators, Tribulation Crossing cultivators, all fought fiercely together.

Blood flowed like a river, the battles continued relentlessly.

Over the long years, the Undead Race occupied numerous resources and nurtured countless Harmonization powerhouses and Tribulation Crosser powerhouses, numerically far exceeding the rebels.

Sadly, the environment for the Undead Race cultivators to survive in is too comfortable; they grew in ease, and though their realm is high, their mental realm is poor, and their combat power is lacking. Many rebels fight desperately, disregarding life and death; Yet when the Undead Race cultivators fight, they think of preserving strength.

In the early stages of the fight, the Undead Race dispatched powerful cultivators to slaughter rebels. As a result, the rebels were not quelled; instead, it intensified like a spark threatening to set the whole world ablaze. Many hesitant forces joined the ranks to besiege the Undead Race.

Hence, in the space passage location, a strange peace emerged.

The two worlds ceased battle.

In the Purple Mansion World, high-level cultivators are busy healing, low-level cultivators are busy seizing territories, leaving no time to attack Feiyu World; Feiyu World, the Undead Race and various races fought fiercely as well and had no mood to attack the Purple Mansion World.

Both sides were busy, each with their own concerns.

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Time passed, in the blink of an eye a hundred years went by.

Hundred years, a lifetime for mortals.

But for cultivators, it was merely a nap.

Many Nascent Soul cultivators cultivated for a hundred years, yet might not advance even a minor realm.

The two realms still maintain the old condition, where sporadic battles erupt at various space passages; the battles were not large-scale, yet relatively frequent, maintaining overall "relative peace." Meanwhile, various wars continued, spreading the range, affecting more races.

In Chu Country, Lu Family's power expanded, continuously growing, engaging and fighting against various forces.

Those who submit are given benefits.

Those who do not submit are given destruction.

During this process, bodies piled into mountains of blood, rivers flowing; there's no distinction between right or wrong, only interests matter.

At the same time, Lu Family began attacking Feiyu World, seizing several space passages because the opposing forces were relatively weak, easily capturing some space passages and setting up corresponding arrays to begin defenses.

At one space passage, a silver palace suppresses here, the array inside operates and changes, constantly absorbing the Spiritual Qi in the void, transforming into a terrifying vortex descending, emitting humming sounds.

Within the palace, a terrifying pressure emanates, exuding a destructive aura.

At this moment, the palace gates open, Lu Xuanji comes out.

"Not bad, not bad, comprehending the Mysteries of Law at the intersection of the two realms is greatly beneficial to oneself. It's just a pity I ran out of money!" Lu Xuanji sighed slightly, "If possible, I also want to become the Hong Tian Lazy Saint, invincible through evasion, but sadly, the resources are exhausted!"

Feeling the emptiness of the storage bag, Lu Xuanji felt somewhat melancholic.

He had to go out again, to seek resources.

In the Cultivation Immortality Realm, there is no lack of geniuses, but a lack of resources.

Cultivators need to spend a third, half, or even more time obtaining resources.

With sufficient resources, even the waste can become a genius, even a peerless prodigy.

Recalling the Qi Refining Stage, he had to plant spirit medicines, spirit rice, and so on, obtaining cultivation resources, which made the cultivation time relatively less; after reaching Golden Core Nascent Soul, more resources were needed, had to farm at home, find fortuitous encounters outside, with even less time for cultivation.

Recalling a lifetime, most of the time was on the road of seeking resources.

Up till now, the resource consumption was even more immense; it must be seizing to step into the Harmonization Realm.

"Feiyu World, caught in a great war, various races in continuous turmoil, this is my opportunity!" Lu Xuanji perceives the aura from the passage location, his figure flickers, once again entering the Feiyu World.

Upon entering the Feiyu World, he operates the [Bell of Death], his aura changes, transforming into a native of this world.

The world suppression also dissipates.

Upon arriving in Song Country, Lu Xuanji finds ruins scattered as far as he can see, destructive energy pervading all around, along with burned marks, chaotic energy, remnants of Mysteries still lingering, some broken remnants of magical treasures, along with some cultivators' corpses.

A great battle happened here once.

In the battle, Song Country was obliterated.

As for surviving cultivators, they all fled.

An area spanning miles, deserted, only broken remains.

War still spread to Song Country, this small country suffered numerous calamities, destroyed in turmoil, turned to ashes. All that was, all that ever was, is left only in memory.

Everything has grown distant and inaudible.