"Sun brat, do you want to die? You even dare to spy on the netherworld…"
The person who pulled Sun Cheng was Second Great Uncle.
Although he was old, his cultivation was not low.
Sun Cheng quickly regained his senses after being pulled by him. His forehead was already covered in cold sweat.
"You're too curious!"
Second Great Uncle shook his head, but his face was full of smiles.
He had just cast a spell to send away Ma Linxiang's ghost, and now he counted with his fingers. Tang Sun Zhu Dachang's death tribulation had indeed been resolved.
The knot in his heart that had troubled him for decades had dissipated, and Second Granduncle's attitude towards Sun Cheng had also changed.
When he looked at Sun Cheng now, he already had the feeling of looking at his own grandnephew.
Sun Cheng hurriedly circulated the zhenqi in his body. After circulating it for two to three small circulations, he felt a little dizzy.
He let out a long breath and asked curiously,""Second Uncle, do the Netherworld and the Immortal World really exist in this world?”
"I don't know!"
"I've never been there, but the underworld should exist," Second Great Uncle replied very simply. Every year during the Ghost Festival, we cultivators can see ghost officers escorting ghosts up.”
"As for whether there is an Immortal World, I don't know.”
"Other than the founding ancestors of Mao Mountain, there hasn't been a single ancestor who has left his name on the Mao Mountain Book of Ascension in the past thousand years.”
Sun Cheng was delighted!
As a salesperson, he was the most sensitive to changes in other people's attitudes.
Sun Cheng could clearly feel the change in Second Great Uncle's attitude towards him.
It was obvious that he had helped Zhu Dachang survive the death tribulation and successfully gained Second Great Uncle's favor.
Now, he was in a good mood and was willing to tell her these secrets.
How could Sun Cheng miss such a good opportunity?
He immediately opened his mouth and asked the question that had accumulated in his mind over the past few years.
"Second Uncle, are there many cultivators in our country?”
Second granduncle sat on a wooden box and panted as he rested.
After all, he was almost ninety years old, and his physical strength was not as good as Sun Cheng's.
"How can there be a lot?" Second Great Uncle shook his head." Although not all sects use the criteria of five disadvantages and three shortcomings to select their disciples. However, you should have also felt how thin the spiritual qi between heaven and earth is now. It's no longer suitable for cultivators to cultivate.”
"Some large sects with deep foundations can even rely on their own cultivation of medicinal herbs to help their disciples cultivate.”
"But now, it's no longer the same as before. Without spiritual energy, even if you cultivate your own medicinal herbs and refine the medicinal pills, the effects will be worse than the previous generation!”
He sighed and hesitated for a moment before saying to Sun Cheng,""For example, our Mao Mountain is one of the most famous sects in the world. However, there were only a few hundred disciples who were still cultivating. More than 90% of them would find it difficult to break through to the Qi Transformation Realm in their lifetime.”
Sun Cheng's eyes widened. Even a famous sect like Mao Mountain only had a few hundred cultivators.
He did some calculations. There were probably only about ten thousand people in the current cultivation world in the country.
"Then, Second Uncle, is there a market where cultivators can trade and exchange their needs?”
Second Granduncle rolled his eyes at him." You must be muddle-headed in business. How could there be such a place?"”
"Ever since the spiritual energy became increasingly scarce, the situation of cultivators has been getting worse. If an ordinary person obtained an opportunity, even if they couldn't eat it, they would report it to the sect. There would always be some rewards.”
"All the sects and clans value their cultivation techniques, pills, and magical treasures very much. If they don't even have enough for themselves, who will use them to buy and sell?”
"However, if some cultivators who are familiar with each other really need something, they can exchange it with what they need, but it can't be considered a transaction.”
Sun Cheng suddenly realized that the cultivation world in this world was extremely scarce because of all kinds of materials.
It was not enough for him to use, so how could he form a trading market?
Just as he was about to ask another question, Second Great Uncle paused for a moment before speaking again.
"Oh, right. When I was young, I heard from a fellow daoist from Longhu Mountain that there are Mirage Cities in Shaanxi and Hunan provinces.”
"Mirage City?" Sun Cheng didn't understand.
"Do you know about mirages? Mirage City is a market built in an illusion, but I've only heard of it before. As for whether there is really a Mirage City, I am not sure!”
Sun Cheng was even more confused. He knew about mirages. The scientific explanation from his previous life was that they were natural phenomena caused by the refraction of light.
However, he couldn't understand the illusion.
So he asked again, and Second Granduncle patiently answered him,"Kid, you've heard of grotto-heavens and blessed lands, right?”
Sun Cheng nodded. He had heard of it before. He immediately asked,"I've heard of it, but do grotto-heavens and blessed lands really exist?”
"It exists!"
Second Great Uncle answered him with certainty," The so-called Paradise is the most incredible product of the world. They usually relied on famous mountains, great rivers, and spirit veins to exist. For example, there was a grotto-heaven hidden in Mao Mountain.”
" These grotto-heavens and blessed lands are mostly small, strange spaces. They are as big as a state capital and as small as a county. The entrance may be a cave, or it may be hidden at the bottom of a river, behind a waterfall, or even under a cliff. They will gradually die and disappear as the spirit veins dry up.”
"It is said that illusions are the products of the degeneration of grotto-heavens and blessed lands. There are many illusions in the country, but most of them are not even the size of a village.”
"Back then, I followed my master and accidentally entered an illusion near the Dragon Arena.”
"That illusionary realm was almost half the size of Shangxiang Town. Unfortunately, when we found it, the spiritual energy there was already exhausted.”
"Counting the time, even if that illusion hasn't completely disappeared, it should be as small as a market by now!”
Sun Cheng's heart skipped a beat!
The grotto-heavens and blessed lands that Second Great Uncle mentioned were similar to the mysterious small world in his body.
However, Sun Cheng wasn't sure if there was any connection between them.
After resting for a while, Second Granduncle felt that his strength had recovered a little.
After all, this was near the cemetery. Even cultivators would not be used to staying here for too long.
He immediately urged Sun Cheng to pack up his magic tools and prepare to return.
Sun Cheng responded and began to pack up.
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