Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“What is your purpose…? ”

Li Yao watched the liquid bubble in a rough porcelain bowl, like a poison to destroy the soul and erode the bones, and asked with vigilance.

Professor Mo Xuan sat down, comfortably stretched a lazy waist, twisted a field spine first, said fresh sweet soup, the throat rolled a bit, this only sighed satisfactorily, pointing to the village at the bottom of the mountain like a dream with oily chopsticks, "Should I call you Lin Daoyou, or a vulture friend? It doesn't matter, as you can see, I'm a refiner, sort of a 'creative fixer' according to our division here.

“Creating, oh, yes, over the past two hundred years, I have indeed created countless powerful and divine treasures, but they are chainsaw swords, shock knives, crystal magnetic cannons, crystal armor, etc., all of which we use to kill our kind of weapons!

“These things only bring chaos, pain, blood and destruction to the world, so what am I supposed to call a 'creative fixer', clearly ‘destructive', is doomed to destroy everything?

“I've had enough of these days of creating murder weapons, and one day I've been thoroughly aware of the absurdity and extreme evil of my past life, and I don't want to continue to create these terrible weapons to kill my kind, and I want to go back to the truth of the Creative Fixer to create a better new world!

“Look, this worry-free little mountain village down the hill, next to this crystal clear deep pool, the fish swimming happily in the water, the scented food in front of us, and my little granddaughter Aro - isn't it much better to create these things that make people happy and happy than to create those cold murder weapons?

“That's what I'm here for, and nothing else. ”

Li Yao's surrounding muscles are already very tight. He can't let Professor Mo Xuan go without staring at him. He will be brutally injured at any time.

Aro seemed to have not heard the conversation between the two of them. Since she had found a bamboo tube in the pond, the bamboo tube was actually a delicious sour plum soup. She took a small sip and was suddenly sore and even her eyebrows were about to fall off.

“Delicious! Grandpa, he's still hurt. You can't drink, just drink sour plum soup with me! ”

Virtual little girl stacked with a lot of data innocently said that the crisp and pleasant voice only made Li Yao more nervous.

Professor Mo Xuan answered with a smile and turned to Li Yao: “Don't be so nervous. In fact, Aro just didn't lie to you. This village does have a lot of fallen soldiers... they are all federal soldiers with ‘war trauma syndrome'.

“War is cruel, and the half-heartedness of war cannot be diminished by denigrating the Real Human Empire and the Covenant Alliance under the banner of rejustice, without humanity.

“Warriors, whether federal, imperial or allied, want to kill, stab high-speed spinning chainsaws deep into the enemy's chest, grind and eject their filthy hearts, face the shock of crystal bombs, the crying and howling of their wives and children, destroy more or less the enemy's civilian installations and towns, and even… carry out carpet bombings and unscreened massacres without being able to distinguish between soldiers and the people!

“Even the most resilient warrior has a very high chance of suffering from 'war trauma syndrome' for several years in such a shroud. Especially for the practitioner, the disease is more likely to infiltrate his soul, become a small demon of the heart, and at a critical juncture in future practice, infiltrate him into the demon, or break a pulse, a brain collapse, or a psychological distortion, and become a complete demon, causing greater destruction!

“The Tianhuan War, the largest trans-world expedition since the founding of the new Federation, is even stronger than the war between the Tian Yuan and the Blood Demons of the past. The Federation invested hundreds of millions of troops in this war. Naturally, countless soldiers suffer from this terrible disease, and how to treat it becomes the most difficult problem after the war.

“The Deep Blue Cerebral Hospital and the Civilization game making team have both conducted research in this area, and the results are here, a virtual world called ‘Peach Blossom Village’, or, as we call it, 'Spiritual Realm, Peach Blossom Source’.

“Those sergeants who suffer from severe war trauma syndrome, which occurs in a peaceful environment, causing severe destruction and mass destruction, are sent here to be healed, where they live, where the sun rises, the sun rests, where they marry their wives, where they take pleasure, where the souls of the war-torn gods are completely distorted, are gradually comforted and returned to calm.

“Even if they really couldn't resist the deepest desire for killing and destruction, it was just some artificial intelligence, ‘ghost’, and the whole peach blossom source had multiple data backups that could be instantly rebuilt even if completely destroyed.

“Of course, I also took the opportunity to dig some very critical data from the depths of these generals' spirits, but that had nothing to do with the topic we were discussing, so we didn't have to expand, huh? ”

Professor Mo Xuan drank the wine from the porcelain bowl. Aro blinked with his big, watery eyes and poured half a bowl for “Grandpa". "Grandpa, you drank too fast. Your health is important. Eat more food and drink less wine! ”

Li Yao's heart cooled and naturally knew what Professor Mo Xuan meant in his last sentence - once and even now, there were countless generals suffering from "war trauma syndrome”, their souls were sent into the spirit realm, these people had long gone into the demon, their souls would not be as impeccable as Li Yiu's, Professor Mo Xuan slowly seduced them for decades, naturally through them, knew the secrets of a large number of federal troops, even penetrated silently into the dedicated war spirit network of the federal army!

“I heard that vulture friends come from the ancient holy realm...”

Professor Mo Xuan sandwiched a piece of salted, brisk snow vegetable tofu, breathed a few breaths, still put it on the chopsticks to dry, smiled, “So I think this ancient spiritual world seems the best place to entertain vulture friends. ”

Li Yao snorted: “Where have you sent my people? ”

“Rest assured, I have no malice towards anyone but great goodwill. ”

Professor Mo Xuan said quite frankly, "Their bodies are still staying in very safe places. To be honest, so many high-ranking infants are very unexpected to me, and it is not easy for me to intrude, but their souls, like vulture friends, have been invited by me to different spiritual realms to be guests, and through conversation with them, I learned something about the ancient holy realm. ”

Li Yao Xin Yilin, the so-called “dialogue”, is undoubtedly an erosion. Once the extraterritorial celestial demons behind Professor Mo Xuan can corrode the souls of some of the ancient Saints' twelve powerful people, if they are all drawn to the past, the consequences are unthinkable!

“I have heard from the Daoists that the ancient holy world is also a battle for years, the people are suffering, the resources are nearly depleted and the spirit is getting thinner - your world is moving towards death step by step, which is why you, the most powerful and wise people of the ancient holy world, came out looking for hope. ”

Professor Mo Xuan sighed and sighed, “But outside, this dark universe, why do you have any real hope? Why don't the humans outside kill each other as usual, blood flow into rivers, and destroy the world that you have worked so hard to build, instantly? ”

With Professor Mo Xuan's sigh, the sky instantly dimmed, so big a cloud surged like a wave, the clouds tumbled, the thunderbolts rolled, the electric arc like a waterfall, and the bean-sized rain point “snapped" fell.

“It's raining again, I hate it! ”

Aro looked away with his toes, swinging his braids.

However, the clouds suddenly became penetrating, like the black ocean hanging upside down on the dome, ripples in the sea water, turning into two giant black mirrors, the star sea in the mirror, and - the cruel battlefield of giant ship shelling, crystalline white blades, flaming fireballs, two armies, fighting each other!

Li Yao's pupils suddenly contracted, and he distinguished between the Nine-Star Shenglong Battle Emblem and the Samsung Lightning Battle Emblem on both starships, which were the symbols of the Federation and Empire, respectively!

The strategic showdown between Starlight Federation and Black Wind Fleet has begun!

“Look, the world is at war again. ”

Professor Mo Xuan said silently, "For the land, for the resources, for honor, for the ancestors, for the Federation of Stars, for the Real Empire of Humanity, for the Covenant Alliance, for the Golden Moon, for Dingling, for Wu Yingqi… all the same, anyway, they, these self-proclaimed heroes who ridicule their enemies and are ridiculed by their enemies as demons, are trying to destroy the universe and destroy this civilization.

“The stars and oceans are vast, but we cannot find a peaceful source of peaches. What choice do we have but to hide in the spirit world?

“Look at this fierce battlefield, in your hometown of the ancient holy world, in a different shape, but also on a fierce battlefield, you've seen it countless times, haven't you, vulture friend?

“Haven't you had enough of this life? Can only destruction, killing and conquest satisfy your ‘heroes’? Why can't you use your mighty power, your steadfast will, your prosperous soul, to create? Stay here and join the spiritual world, let's build a new world without war, only peace, truly perfect and eternal! ”

Professor Mo Xuan reached out to Li Yao with sincerity.

Li Yao was creeped out by Professor Mo Xuan's seemingly sincere light. He was also set on fire by the reflection of a war in the star sea. He took a deep breath and let out a steadfast light from his soul. He bit his teeth: “Professor Mo Xuan, you are completely enchanted, your ‘new world’ is better. It's all fake, fake, you think you can escape war by entering the spirit world. What difference does it make to an ostrich bird with his head buried in the sand! ”