"Phew!"
He spat out a cloud of mist from his mouth, forming a three-foot-long mist arrow that shot forward.
"Now that my cultivation has stabilized, it's time to leave the mountain!”
Yang Jiao looked down at the wooden house on the mountain peak. It was filled with soft light. Every time he faced his mother's reluctant sunshine, he would stop himself from saying what he wanted to say.
However, now that Yang Jiao's cultivation had been completely stabilized, his cultivation would be slow if he stayed here. It would be better to go to the east where Tongtian was guiding him and seek great merit.
As he landed, the fragrance of food wafted out from the wooden house. A gentle smile hung on the corner of Yang Jiao's mouth.
In the wooden house, there was a person wolfing down his food. It was naturally Yang Jian.
Compared to Yang Jiao, Yang Jian's behavior was like a child who had not grown up and was extremely dependent on Yaoji.
"Oh! Big brother, it smells so good."
Yang Jian swallowed his food, his words unclear as he gestured for Yang Jiao to come along.
Yang Jiao smiled helplessly. Fortunately, they were all cultivators. Otherwise, judging from the way Yang Jian ate so much every day, it would definitely be similar to Senior Brother Duo Bao's 200 catties of meat.
"Dalang has returned from his cultivation!"
Yaoji came forward with a bucket of rice and said with a smile.
"Yes!"
Yang Jiao nodded.
"Right, I plan to go out today.”
"When will you be back?"
Yaoji didn't show much reluctance and asked casually.
Yang Jiao shook his head."I don't know either. However, when I was out at sea, Master told me that there was an opportunity in the East. I have to go and take a look!"”
Yaoji widened her eyes. You've been out of the mountains for a year, and you're only telling me now?”
"Eh!"
Yang Jiao scratched the back of his head. Why did he feel that his mother was more anxious than him?
"Sigh! It's hard to find opportunities for cultivators. You should leave quickly after this meal.”
Yaoji shook her head. She had been cultivating for a longer time than Yang Jiao and the others, so she knew that opportunities were more important than aptitude and comprehension.
"This!"
Yang Jiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
The
meal lasted for nearly two hours. Yaoji kept reminding him, as if it was Yang Jiao's first time going out. However, Yang Jiao was not annoyed. He listened to every word carefully.
A golden light entered the clouds in the sky. Then, Yang Jiao stepped on the clouds and flew towards the easternmost land.
Ordinary mortals only had a lifespan of a hundred years, and the human world changed very quickly.
In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred years had passed since Yu the Great controlled the flood. The world was full of flowers. Under the flood of resources, although humans were weak, they were extremely intelligent. It was rare to see people starve to death.
As the saying goes, when one is full and warm, one will think of lust. Especially in the current period of the Xia Dynasty, the government was corrupt and the powerful ministers were in power. The Gongzhu drank every day and did not think about the government. Memorials piled up in the hall every day, but no one cared.
King Jie of the Xia Dynasty was tyrannical and inhumane, inciting the anger of all the vassals. After Cheng Tang led the crusade, all the vassals responded. In the final battle, Xia Jie was defeated and exiled to Nanchao.
The world had changed so quickly that it was hard to imagine. In just a year, the dynasty that had lasted for nearly 500 years had fallen into decline. No one had expected Cheng Tang to be so brave.
The war was chaotic, and the drought came. Natural and man-made disasters struck, and the people were displaced.
Yang
Jiao came to this small city called Jinming.
A drought had descended from the sky. In this era where food storage was underdeveloped, it was a devastating blow. The sky was as hot as the sun, and dried corpses could be seen everywhere in the city.
The sky above the town was pitch-black and filled with the aura of a great calamity that ordinary people could not see.
How bleak.
"Sigh!"
Yang Jiao sighed slightly. He was a human himself, so how could he not sigh when he saw this?
With his powers as a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, it seemed that he could rain heavily at any time, but that was not the case.
The sky was filled with the aura of a great calamity. This was a calamity for humans. Although cultivators were compared to celestials, they were still attached to the Heavenly Dao in the end.
Even if Yang Jiao wanted to do something, he could not do it. He could not cast a spell under such circumstances. Otherwise, not only would it be ineffective, but he would also suffer the backlash of the Heavenly Dao.
"Sigh!"
Walking through the streets, they saw a dazzling array of people who looked half-dead. The humans of this era did not have the ability to go on expeditions.
Leaving the town aside, the humans of this era did not have long guns or short cannons. Even their weapons were bronze. They could not even deal with wild beasts.
Moreover, what could they do even if they left?
Now that the world was in chaos, there were groups of bandits and wolves on the mountain roads. Even if they escaped to other towns, they were still in such a miserable state. Facing the natural and man-made disasters at this moment, the weak humans could only die.
"How tragic! History would only record victories and defeats. How could it understand the sufferings of all living beings?”
Dust fell from the sky. The people in the towns and cities were stunned. Some of them even dug out the withered bark and swallowed it with difficulty.
There were even emaciated children who grabbed a handful of soil from the ground in a daze. They used their little tongues to lick it and found that it seemed to be quite delicious.
The child's mother's eyes were lifeless as she let the child eat the soil.
The misery in the human world was no longer a drought, but a more serious famine, disease, and plague. It was no longer something that could be solved by one or two rains.
Natural disasters were the most difficult hurdle to overcome in an agricultural civilization. There were countless corpses buried under them.
"Perhaps! What can I do?"
Floating in the air, Yang Jiao muttered.
The human race was free to deal with disasters. Cultivators were involved in them. Not only would they be affected by karma, but if they did not handle it well, they would also have heavy karma.
As a human, Yang Jiao could not avoid the world like those people from the great sects, nor could he ignore the saints. He felt that he had to do something.
The sky was covered in dark clouds, and at this moment, mottled lights shone down.
The light shone on Yang Jiao's body like a saint reborn. At this moment, everyone in the town raised their heads slightly and looked at Yang Jiao.
Although they were shocked, they were numb and did not make any other movements. However, some unwilling people still staggered towards Yang Jiao.
Yang Jiao closed his eyes and mobilized his magic power. A gray fruit appeared above his head.
The light shone on the colleagues who brought warmth to the entire world. Even hunger, illness, and coldness melted at this moment.
Yang Jiao opened his eyes and looked at the living beings with a solemn expression.
The corner of his mouth slightly opened: "The gentleman is self-reliant, the gentleman is self-reliant!"”
“............”
What Yang Jiao was talking about was the Book of Changes in his memory. This scripture was the head of all scriptures. When it was created, it had an earth-shattering power. It taught the world that they should follow the example of heaven and earth and advance forever.
(PS: Please collect it, there are flowers and gifts!)）
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