Before Wang Changkun set foot on the Wild Moon Continent, he had never known that the sunshine was so beautiful. Every breeze, every ray of sunshine, every green leaf were things he had never experienced before and could not imagine. Everything was like a fairyland.
As far as he could remember, there was endless darkness all around him, with only occasional light. That was the flames caused by the collision of meteorite fragments driven by the strong winds every day. These flames constantly took away the lives of Wang Changkun's people, and they were struggling to survive every breath.
There is a huge meteorite above, and everyone wants to migrate to the center and front of the meteorite, where they can be close to the three ancestors and have the safest survival.
But all this depends on strength. If you are weak, it’s already a good thing if they don’t kick you out through the broken part of the protective formation.
Wang Changkun's parents died and one was injured in order to protect him and his two younger brothers. Wang Changkun's father had reached the early stage of Nascent Soul, and his mother was in the late stage of Golden Core.
When the formation of their original nest was damaged and the strong wind that blew in turned it into small pieces of meteorites that fell off by themselves, Wang Changkun's parents could only take their three sons and migrate to the center of the meteorite area.
Behind them were strong winds, turbulent currents, and countless tiny meteorite fragments like sharp arrows constantly hitting them, like deadly weapons.
Beside you are crowded tribesmen, everyone wants to move forward, everyone wants to survive. Although no one dares to kill his own tribesmen under the strict orders of the three ancestors, it is inevitable that he will ruthlessly block you behind him, at least you will be his shield.
Wang Changkun's parents tried their best to hold up a protective shield to protect their three sons, but he was not the only Nascent Soul cultivator with the same cultivation level as him.
The high-level Nascent Soul cultivators who once could call the wind and rain on the continent are always high and mighty, accepting the worship of others.
Here, they can only struggle desperately like a wild dog in the rain to fight for their own small piece of shelter.
In the end, in this slow and ruthless migration, with every step being the dying wails and cries for help of their clansmen behind them, Wang Changkun's family slowly fell behind.
What awaited them was a series of meteorite fragments that arrived one after another. Amid the whistling sound, the fear in the eyes of Wang Changkun and the others continued to grow, like a series of Yama's urging orders.
Wang Changkun's father finally blocked the four meteorites with his last breath, but by that time his spiritual power was exhausted and he was crushed into powder by the strong wind that followed from behind.
At the moment of losing the spiritual shield, Wang Changkun's mother desperately burst out with all her spiritual power in an attempt to protect Wang Changkun and his three sons, but she also knew that with her level of cultivation, it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.
Just when the strong wind took away half of Wang Changkun's mother's body, the three ancestors in front finally discovered that the formation here was becoming more and more seriously damaged, and they took action in time.
Finally, the lives of Wang Changkun and his two brothers were saved, but his mother was seriously injured and only half of her body was left.
Under this dark meteorite, the three ancestors are strictly forbidden to use the method of possessing another's body. Once anyone is found using this method on his fellow tribesmen, he will be thrown out of the huge meteorite formation.
The end result will be that even the soul will be shredded by the turbulence and will never be reincarnated.
Without a physical body to take over, a Jindan cultivator who is not a Yuanying cultivator can survive by relying on the Yuanying. Not long after, Wang Changkun's mother also died.
What made Wang Changkun even more unacceptable was that after losing the powerful protection of his parents, the three of them were almost living on the edge of the very end of the formation.
Every time a problem occurred in the formation, it was basically near them. Within just one year, one of the two younger brothers was sucked into the turbulent space, and the other was hit by a small meteorite and died on the spot.
Wang Changkun's heart had become as hard as a cold meteorite. He practiced the skills taught by his father all the time and even gave up all his sleeping time to meditate instead of sleep.
While he was practicing, he also had to keep an eye on the movements of the surrounding formations so that he could move towards the center of the meteorite as soon as possible in the hope of surviving.
He knew that except for the three ancestors in front of the meteorite, the rest were the people with the greatest magical powers here, and his goal was to work hard to become one of them.
Until one day, when Wang Changkun was practicing hard, a Nascent Soul cultivator came over with orders to repair a damaged corner of the formation. This Nascent Soul cultivator had already reached the middle stage of cultivation and was the top powerhouse on this huge meteorite except for the ancestor.
When he saw Wang Changkun's breathing method, he recognized Wang Changkun's background at a glance. He had met his father several times before. He asked around and those tribesmen all told him everything.
What moved this mid-Nascent Soul cultivator was that Wang Changkun had survived on his own for two years after losing his parents. His mental toughness was astonishing at such an age.
After thinking it over, this mid-Nascent Soul cultivator finally decided to bring Wang Changkun with him because of the relationship he had with his father, but he made it clear that Wang Changkun could only become his disciple after he reached the Golden Core stage.
Wang Changkun was overjoyed at this sudden great fortune. How could he not seize it? Not to mention that he could not become a disciple of this powerful man, he could only serve him and being his follower was something he would be happy to do.
Afterwards, under the jealous and murderous gazes of the rest of the tribesmen, Wang Changkun followed this man to the center of the meteorite, and lived there in peace. At least he no longer had to worry about the threat of death every moment.
However, what Wang Changkun didn't understand was that his father was also a Nascent Soul cultivator, so why could he only live with his family on the edge of the formation
It was not until later that Wang Changkun realized that there was a difference between the Nascent Soul on the giant meteorite and the Nascent Soul cultivators.
As a Nascent Soul cultivator, if you are a direct disciple of the three ancestors, you can enjoy the right to enter the center of the meteorite, and even get close to the three ancestors' meditation position in front. Even though his father had condensed a Nascent Soul, the sect he inherited was very distant from the three ancestors. It was said that when their sect first arrived on this huge meteorite, there were only two people left in the entire sect.
These two people were only casual acquaintances with the people in the three ancestors' sects. If there was any relationship between them, it was said that they once lived on the same continent.
After Wang Changkun knew the situation, he secretly made up his mind that he must condense the golden elixir as soon as possible so that he could become the disciple of this middle-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. In the hope that he could secure a place on the giant meteorite by relying on his own strength in the future.
However, as time went by, the living environment on the meteorite became increasingly harsh, and the size of the meteorite continued to decrease. Even with the protection of the three ancestors, some members of the peripheral tribesmen would still be sucked into the turbulent space every day.
In the end, there were only more than a thousand people left on the entire meteorite. Wang Changkun's perseverance and talent finally made the middle-Nascent Soul cultivator not give up on him and keep him by his side.
Wang Changkun listened to the shrill screams in the distance every day, which kept getting farther and farther away, and his heart was tightening.
He knew that a corner of the meteorite formation was damaged, which made him think of his parents and two younger brothers.
He hated the environment here, hated the injustice of God, and hated all the creatures on the continent recorded in the jade slip given to them by his ancestor. It was they who made him live in darkness from the moment he was born. All the beautiful things could only come from the records in the jade slip. He didn't know or recognize the sun, moon, and starlight.
By the end, there were only about 400 people left on the meteorite, including the three ancestors.
At this time, the consumption of the three ancestors was finally greatly reduced, and the lives of the remaining tribesmen were guaranteed. After going through hardships, they finally led them to the Desolate Moon Continent.
Wang Changkun and his tribesmen learned that there was such a peaceful and tranquil fairyland in the world.
Wang Changkun, who joined the demons in killing the creatures on the Desolate Moon Continent, did not sympathize with the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent. In his eyes, the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent were not worthy of owning this continent at all.
This is such a resource-rich continent with an unprecedentedly rich spiritual energy. Why should it be given to these inferior cultivators? Only they are the most worthy of it.
Why do people like them who possess powerful ancient techniques have to go through such a hellish life journey? This is all injustice of God. God is blind. He wants to seize everything here.
But what made him uneasy was that in this period of time alone, it was said that as many as seventy or eighty people of their tribe had died. If this continued, these hundreds of people would soon be exhausted if they did not stay here to reproduce.
This made Wang Changkun put away his contempt and started to become more cautious in everything.
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In the forest that blocked out the sun, everything was dim. Behind Wang Changkun, five people spread out in a fan shape, with each person about five meters apart.
Wang Changkun took the lead and walked in front. He had sensed the fluctuation of spiritual power in this direction before.
There were three fat, yellowish-brown bugs in front of Wang Changkun. Each bug was only as thick as an adult's thumb, with circles of circular lines on its body. Its eyes were like needles, and it had a beak like a tube.
The fat, round insects had no wings, but three earth-colored fat insects flew in front of Wang Changkun in the shape of a Chinese character "品", constantly moving their proboscis on their mouths, as if they were sensing something.
The overall feeling of this monster is like a maggot with a bamboo tube on the front end, which looks a bit funny.
There may be few people in the entire Wild Moon Continent who know this kind of monster. Only those cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage may have seen it. This monster is a sand-eating worm that lives in the chaotic space.
It is said to eat sand, but in fact it devours various meteorite fragments. Its name is "Meteorite Beast". Although it has no wings, it can glide freely with the help of the power of heaven and earth.
The gliding distance is often more than ten miles, sliding from one meteorite fragment to another, and even relying on strong winds to glide continuously in the middle.
So don't underestimate its soft and boneless body. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator may not be able to break the skin of an adult "Yunsha Beast" with one blow.
The "Falling Sand Beast" only devours earth-related things and has no interest in other things, including the flesh and blood of cultivators that contain a large amount of spiritual energy. It will not swallow any of it.
The tubular beak on the mouth of the "Meteorite Beast" does not look sharp, but it is gifted with earth-related magical powers. It often only needs to lie on the surface of a meteorite and raise its tubular beak, and it can easily insert it into the extremely hard meteorite like cutting into tofu.
Meteorites can survive the turbulent space and withstand the strong winds without breaking. The strong winds are the Nascent Soul cultivators. If they release their spiritual power shield, their flesh and bones will be blown apart in a moment, leaving only white bones. This shows how exquisitely the "Meteorite Beast" has mastered the power of earth.
When the tubular beak of the "Meteorite" is inserted into the meteorite, a small piece of meteorite will enter the tubular beak, like a small piece of stalagmite.
At this time, the "Meteorite Beast" only needs to let the earth-type spiritual power surge in its body, and the hard meteorite strips in its beak will instantly be weathered, and soon turn into grains of sand, which will be swallowed by it in one gulp.
And at this time, the "Falling Sand Beast" appeared here, but I don't know why it was used