My Debauched Devotion

In the Dharma-ending era, crossing the catastrophe is a very serious matter, almost equivalent to committing suicide.

In the True Spirit Continent, practitioners are divided into seven levels according to the level of spiritual pressure in the dantian.

Practice Qi.

Foundation building.

Golden Elixir.

Nascent Soul.

distracted.

fit.

Mahayana.

If you go further up, you will cross the catastrophe and become an immortal...

Before the Dharma-ending Era, there were early, middle, late and peak stages in each state, and there were even Dzogchen and half-step Nascent Souls, which were so terrifying.

After the end of the Dharma Era, the spiritual veins have mutated, the spiritual energy is thin, and there is no longer a specific subdivision between the realms. Instead, by sealing the dantian, it is always maintained at the initial spiritual pressure, reducing the spiritual consumption. When it is in danger, it is unsealed urgently and bursts out. Higher Reiatsu.

Before the end of the Dharma Era, after the completion of the Mahayana, you will be able to cross the catastrophe and ascend to the immortal.

After the end of the Dharma Era, it is said that the gates of the fairy world disappeared, and most of those who crossed the catastrophe died in the feathered thunder catastrophe. A very small number of people who failed to cross the catastrophe were seriously injured and still panting.

Today, there are only nine Mahayana monks left in the True Spirit Continent.

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Daomeng Jiuyao!

The name is very majestic, but today, the Dharma-ending era is irreversible, and everyone understands that Daomeng Jiuyao is already the last afterglow of cultivators.

Five thousand years ago, the last nine Mahayanas agreed not to try to cross the catastrophe, but to unite all the sects in the cultivation world to form a Dao League to fight against the invasion of the nether world, to investigate the reasons for the emergence of the end of the age, and to find a long-lasting path of practice .

And the head of Zongzhi Mountain, Qian Junzi, is one of the Nine Yaos of the Dao League, one of the only nine remaining Mahayana monks in the world.

Qian Junzi was over ten thousand years old, and was seriously injured in the last battle of Zhu Ming, and spent most of the last thousand years in retreat.

In this state, crossing the catastrophe is tantamount to suicide.

Once Qianjunzi falls from the catastrophe, Zongzhishan's strength and status will inevitably decline sharply, and the Taoist League will definitely further intervene in the affairs of the sect.

This is the reason why Huangfu group took the case!

In his opinion, as early as a thousand years ago, the Taoist League had already installed Ling Zhouyue as the sword-wielding elder. discipline.

If the head of the sect leaves, no one in the sect has the ability to control her. Under her ruin, Zongzhi Mountain will sooner or later become a bandit stronghold.

To make matters worse, the Daoist League sent someone else to head the sect, and Zongzhishan would no longer be able to govern the sect independently.

Thinking in this way, Huangfu group raised the case and questioned Ji Yunzi.

"It's okay to cross the tribulation, let the senior brother say it himself!"

In fact, among the people present, only Huangfu Qun dared to say that.

In addition to the detached status of the precept elders, Huangfuqun was once the most proud personal disciple of the head of the sect.

Ji Yunzi bowed slightly to Huangfu Qun, seemingly respectful, but with coercion.

"Master's injury is more serious than expected. Let alone recovering, he has exhausted all his strength to maintain it. In addition to his advanced age, he is now exhausted."

Hearing the four words that the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry, Huangfu Qun's face was like a carving knife, and his expression was full of sternness.

"How is it possible! Senior brother holds an elder meeting every three years. The last time I saw him, he was full of energy, talking and laughing happily, and even gave me advice on how to practice!"

Ji Yunzi shook his head.

"Don't you know that the master has been forcing his life for so many years for the sake of the sect? He has been so weak that he was only pierced by the ghost once, and he felt unbearable and unable to stand up again."

Huangfu Qun's eyes widened.

"Then there is no need to take the risk of crossing the catastrophe. Since it has lasted for so many years, it will continue!"

Ji Yunzi sighed.

"Even if the master doesn't pass the catastrophe, he will only have a few decades of life left at most. The master has meditated for a thousand years, and his state of mind has become almost immortal. Although he survives the catastrophe, there may be a chance of survival. This is the only choice."

The crowd also sighed,

Mixed feelings.

Although the news that the head is about to cross the catastrophe has been spread for many years, it is somewhat uncomfortable to hear that the date has been fixed.

Watching the realm of comprehension being encroached step by step by Netherworld, watching Zongzhi Mountain slipping down step by step, watching the master run out of fuel...

Xiao Ran didn't feel anything at the moment.

Before getting started, he had lived in the mortal world for three years.

I witnessed with my own eyes that villages were ruined by ghost beasts, towns were destroyed by ghosts, and the living space of human beings was squeezed to the limit step by step.

There are many ghost towns, starvation everywhere, and finally only the important towns protected by the Taoist League, the surrounding small countries protected by the great sect, and some wild villages inhabited by people who are too poor to be afraid of death...survive.

The world is not that good.

That's why Xiao Ran never gave up seeking immortality after repeated defeats and battles.

That's why when he was accepted as a personal disciple by the master, he would be so ecstatic that he questioned the master's IQ, so much so that he forgot that the master was asking him questions...

Only by practicing can there be a way out.

In other words, only practice can find a way out.

Only by practicing can one hold destiny firmly in one's own hands, live long enough, and become strong enough to find out the answers to all questions.

It was only after Xiao Ran entered the sect that he discovered that the cultivation itself was also declining day by day.

The whole comprehension world seems to be waiting for a hero to turn the tide.

——That's right, it's next!

Although there is a slight delay, after all, he is a traverser with a system, so there is still a certain pattern.

But, this is the future.

Right now, he hasn't even refined his qi yet, and he still concentrates on being filial to his master, licking out a future, and becoming a strong man as soon as possible.

"I don't believe it! Someone must be playing tricks behind the scenes, trying to lift up my Zongzhi Mountain!"

Huangfuqun's figure was flimsy, his temples were white, and his fierce eyes were slightly red.

He was also the direct disciple of the head of the sect, with low talent and weird personality.

Relying on the head of the sect to tailor clothes for him, choose exercises, and formulate a suitable practice plan, he has made it to where he is today step by step.

He won't just watch his master go through the tribulation and fall!

"Besides, decades is still too early. What if things turn around?"

Ji Yunzi shook his head and stopped talking.

The rest also sighed.

for a long time.

A deep and reckless voice, but weak as dust, came into the main hall.

"I'm...very old."

Xiao Ran was startled, and understood that this was the sound transmission from the head of the sect.

The state of mind contained in this voice is like a fairy.

It can be said that the mental state of the sect leader has already become immortal, maybe the physical body is limited by the concentration of aura, and the oil is exhausted, so it is impossible to go any further...

Hearing the voice of the master like a dead tree, Huangfuqun's face was stern and finally he couldn't hold back anymore. In an instant, he burst into tears, no longer caring about his identity, and shouted heart-piercingly——

"Master!"

"You can also be alone."

The misty voice is no longer wild, only weak.

"Mt. Zongzhi, thank you all."

...

After Qianjunzi transmitted his voice, he quickly fell into sleep training.

Ji Yunzi never expected that Master would still spread his voice to this point in such a weak situation. I am afraid that he is already ready to perish.

"The meeting of elders begins, and the first topic is—"

"etc!"

Huangfuqun rudely interrupted Ji Yunzi's words.

He immediately sat down, his face regained his stern look, his eyes suppressed the turbulent waves, and stared straight at Ling Zhouyue opposite.

Before the meeting, he must find out the culprit of this ghost event!

With a sullen face, he didn't explode immediately, but asked calmly:

"Ling Zhouyue, what's going on with the Netherworld?"

Ling Zhouyue crossed her arms, not taking it seriously at all.

After all, with her strength, she can bring down everyone present by herself.

"You Ming is here, I chased him away, it's a meritorious service, that's all."

Huangfu group said:

"My Zong Hushan Great Formation is maintained every month and lasts forever. The unusual ghosts can break into it. Since the last battle of the Ming Dynasty, there has never been a ghost invasion. How do you explain it?"

Ling Zhouyue took a sip of wine and said:

"I am the elder holding the sword. I am only responsible for killing the enemy, not for explaining. Who knows how it came from?"

Huangfu Qun asked back:

"Then did you kill the enemy?"

Ling Zhouyue doesn't care much.

"The Nether has escaped."

"The human-shaped Nether, which is hard to see in a thousand years, actually ran away by itself?"

"I wanted to protect the disciple, otherwise it would have been able to escape?"

Huangfu Qun's old eyes gathered slightly, he got up and paced, stroked his beard and analyzed:

"You have never accepted an apprentice for a thousand years, but now you suddenly accept a direct disciple; Zongzhi Mountain has not been invaded by the Nether for a thousand years, but it is suddenly invaded today; the intruder is the human-shaped Nether, which is rare in a thousand years... Don't you think all this is too coincidental? "

Ah... Ling Zhouyue was suddenly speechless.

All eyes were on her.

A firm yet indifferent voice sounded behind her——

"This ghost has nothing to do with the master, it's for the disciples."