The Spiritual Race.
This was a race that had a gentle temperament. However, they were immersed in worry every day, afraid that they would die in the next moment.
? This was because the Spiritual Race's ancestral land was surrounded by a terrifying Connate Miasma. Anyone who came into contact with it would be devoured.
"Yesterday, another clansman was devoured by the Xiantian miasma.”
Tang Ling's face was filled with anger, anger, and a deep sense of powerlessness.
After the dark night, the companions who had played together under the sunlight yesterday were gone just like that. This sudden change tested one's character too much. Those who were a little bit weaker would collapse sooner or later.
"Yes, the living environment of our ancestral land is too cruel.”
"It changes every day, and there's no pattern.”
"I don't know when it was swallowed by the miasma.”
Surrounding Tang Ling were the younger generation of the Spiritual Race. In front of this extremely cruel environment, no matter how high their talent and invincible hearts were, they were suppressed to the freezing point.
He only knew that living was extremely difficult.
"Can't we disperse this miasma?”
Tang Ling's eyes were fixed on the Xiantian miasma floating outside the ancestral land. It was as if it was her mortal enemy and she was constantly thinking about how to kill it.
? As long as the Innate Miasma was dispelled, the Spiritual Race would be able to walk out. With their talent, they would definitely be famous among the myriad races.
"Every single elder in the clan had thought of this when they were young, and they all tried hard, but they all failed.”
? Someone said a cruel truth. The innate miasma that shrouded the skies of the Spiritual Race had existed since ancient times. The Spiritual Race had produced many amazing people, and they had exhausted their entire lives, but they were still unable to dispel the innate miasma that had plagued the race for countless years.
"I can definitely do it. I want to surpass all my predecessors and disperse the miasma that has surrounded the ancestral land for countless years.”
Tang Ling was silent for a moment before raising her head. The light in her eyes was extremely firm.
No matter what, getting rid of this innate miasma would become her biggest goal in life. She had to get rid of this hopeless situation for her descendants.
"Sigh, he is still young…"
? The Spiritual Race elder sighed inwardly, but he didn't say anything.
It could be said that they were already old and had already accepted their fate. They should not attack the aspirations of young people.
However, he could foresee the sad future. Those ambitious young people were beaten down by reality.
Then, Samsara repeated itself.
? The fate that lingered in the skies of the Spiritual Race had never changed.
"Rumble…"
Just as he sighed, a vast divine light spread across the world. It was as if the flow of the River of Fate had been slightly deflected. The innate miasma that lingered in the sky above the Spiritual Race instantly vanished.
" They dispersed just like that?!"
? This unforeseen event left the younger generation of the Spiritual Race somewhat dumbfounded. Wasn't it supposed to be something that was close to a curse, a haze that would linger for all eternity?
Why was it scattered in an instant?
It was extremely easy, like a bubble that would burst with a poke. It was not as terrifying as what his ancestors had said.
"A supreme mighty figure has the divine ability of a supreme mighty figure.”
? The elder of the Spiritual Race was stunned for a long time. The young man didn't know about the formation of the innate miasma and its eternal destruction in the history of the Spiritual Race. Thus, he didn't know what kind of terrifying power was needed to disperse the innate miasma.
That person must be a supreme figure. Perhaps he had already interfered with the Xiantian realm and Houtian realm to the point where he could sweep through the heavens and earth.
Even ordinary mighty figures couldn't disperse the Xiantian miasma from countless dimensions.
They had hit the jackpot.
? After a moment of shock, the Spiritual Race elder was filled with deep excitement. He was so happy that tears welled up in his eyes.
The Innate Miasma had finally disappeared from the history of the Spiritual Race.
"Unknown great existence, you saved my race. I, Tang Ling, will work hard to cultivate and pursue your footsteps to sweep away your powerful enemies for you.”
Knowing that there was a supreme being who could sweep the world and dispel the innate miasma, almost all the members of the Spiritual Race prostrated themselves in worship.
Tang Ling was no exception. In an instant, she changed her ambition.
The Xiantian miasma had already been swept away.
However, she had already revered that powerful being as a god and was willing to chase after him and try to walk side by side. It was useful.
It was said in later generations that the Spirit Race Queen, who swept across the world, had the belief of becoming stronger from this.
……
The Human Race's trial path spread out. Divine light was vast and mighty, and it was unknown how many fates had been changed.
Mayflies were a type of insect with a very short lifespan.
One day.
It was a lifetime.
However, at some point, a mayfly had gained some form of intelligence. It was afraid of death and pursued immortality for eternity.
He gave himself a name, Ming Changsheng. The meaning was self-evident.
Unfortunately, it seemed like it was going to fail.
"No, I won't give in. If I was willing to endure the fate that fate had arranged for me, I would have died many days ago.”
Ming Changsheng could feel his body decaying. His life force was extremely weak. It was like a weak candle that was blown by the wind and could be extinguished at any time.
He was extremely unwilling. He had finally cultivated the Golden Core and crossed the ninth level of the Immortal Soul Realm with great difficulty. He had the hope of immortality, but he had fallen on the threshold of the last Earth Immortal.
And the root of failure was longevity.
Cultivators with great attainment in the Primordial Soul Realm could live for at least 30,000 years. However, due to the limitations of his race, he could only live for three years.
If he hadn't encountered a great opportunity and obtained a technique to cross the tribulation and become a saint, he would have been killed by time before the layers of realm barriers.
In the end, after struggling for a long time, he was still short of time before he could cross the door to immortality.
"Could it be that the heavens are not allowing the Mayfly Race to live forever?”
No matter how unwilling he was, there was always a limit to one's strength. Ming Changsheng still felt that his life was coming to an end. His life force was burning at a speed that was hundreds or thousands of times faster than ordinary life force, trying to draw a perfect symbol for him.
In the blink of an eye, only a sliver of his life force essence remained.
It was really a thread, as weak as a thread and as long as a hair.
It seemed that nothing could stop his death.
"Rumble…"
In the next moment, a monstrous divine light swept over like a flood of laws, completely blurring the boundary between life and death. Even the curse of the heavens was meaningless.
This was a power that could cut off time. It was repelling the Primordial Heaven and Earth in the opposite direction.
It was filled with the concept of eternity in the Chaos Era.
"Kacha…"
Ming Changsheng used this opportunity to break the shackles of his life. He leaped from the ninth firmament Essence Soul realm to the Earth Immortal realm.
Earth Immortals were immortal.
Although this was the most basic stage of the Immortal Dao, it was also a brand new beginning.
"Ming Changsheng, thank the unknown supreme existence for opening the door to immortality for me.”
After a long time, the young man who had broken the shackles of the short-lived species kowtowed to the source of the human trial road and thanked him.
The divine light that drowned the world reversed the laws of time around him, giving him a moment of youth. He stepped into an even stronger world of laws and comprehended the path of longevity.
This was the grace of attaining Dao, the grace of living, so no matter how great the courtesy was, it was necessary.
At the same time, countless miracles were born because of the opening of the human trial path.
Hangu Ghost Domain, a forbidden area for cultivators, was once again full of vitality. The inheritance of the masters that had been hidden for many years had been dug out. The spiritual opportunity of heaven and earth was highly condensed, creating countless spiritual veins.
All the good fortune was in the Human Race's trial path, waiting for the Human Race's paragons to go and control it.
Even all races and souls benefited from this.
"Today, our human race has opened up a trial by fire.”
"Heaven and earth bear witness, the sun and moon bear witness."
On Mang Mountain, Wang Jie looked at the trial road of the Human Tribe paved with divine light. His Dharma power surged and he moved his mouth. The supreme divine voice rumbled and could be heard by the whole Untainted Land.
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