He Rin came back from practice and saw that An Xian was sitting on the sofa watching the news. The broadcast was that a geological exploration team had accidentally discovered a large well-preserved historic site in the wild.
When the camera is aimed at a stone tablet, three ancient characters are clearly displayed on it: "Dingtian Pavilion". Dingtian Pavilion was a great sect of self-cultivation more than a thousand years ago, with a respected status and a big shock, but now, there are only a pile of bones and a depression.
The once glorious civilization of self-cultivation disappeared in an instant. Thousands of sects of self-cultivation, like the Dingtian Pavilion, have been annihilated in the dust of history.
This news video not only introduces the latest archaeological finds, but also mentions that similar monuments have been found before. In fact, many relics of self-cultivation have been discovered, but under the control of the Longevity Association, there is no big report. Now the Changsheng Society is in a mess, with internal and external troubles, and has no time to take care of others.
For the first time, the relics of self-cultivation were relatively completely displayed before the eyes of the world. The simple and atmospheric buildings, the exquisite and complicated utensils, the various magic weapons, the mysterious runes... Although most of them have lost their spiritual energy, they are enough to shock the world. However, the part they can unearth is only the periphery. The inner gates are generally equipped with powerful formations. As long as the spiritual energy that maintains the operation is not completely exhausted, it will be difficult for outsiders to penetrate.
Looking at the once prestigious gate of self-cultivation, now a group of mortals enter and exit, and the mood is quite complicated.
"What happened in the cultivation world back then?" she asked as if to herself.
"I know." He Rin sat beside An Xian with an indifferent expression.
An Xian turned to look at him, waiting for his next words.
"I think you should have guessed it." He Rin said slowly, "More than a thousand years ago, several righteous gods came to this plane, and a war broke out. The power of the gods spread to this planet and destroyed this planet. The spiritual qi barrier of the planet caused the spiritual qi to leak out, causing the catastrophe."
For ordinary people, the leakage of spiritual energy is like landslides, floods and tsunamis; for cultivators, it is a devastating impact. Countless cultivators lost control in the hurricane of spiritual energy, aging, self-destruction, and their spiritual roots were cut off.
The balance of power in this world has been completely broken, and it is only one step away from destruction.
Then, He Rin fell.
The righteous gods who fought against him scattered his bones, distributed them all over the world, and extracted his spine to repair the enchantment. It is not that they are compassionate and have the mind to save the common people, but because the soul of the righteous god cannot be completely eliminated, so they use this planet as a cage to imprison him, and let him reincarnate here forever and ever.
There was a flash of malice in He Rin's eyes, and the killing intent was surging in his heart.
Anxian's heart is also not calm, although there have been speculations, but it has been confirmed, it is still a little difficult to let go. Tens of thousands of years of self-cultivation civilization and countless self-cultivators were destroyed in an instant.
She doesn't even have the right to blame He Rin and the gods. The battle between gods and gods is not something that can be controlled by cultivators, just like human beings never consider whether their feet are the territory of an ant colony, nor do they care about themselves. How many ants are trampled to death depends on the level of strength.
Aware of He Rin's violent mood, An Xian secretly sighed and gently put a cup of fragrant flower tea into his palm.
The hostility slowly dissipated, He Rin held the teacup, turned to look at the people around him, and suddenly asked, "Huahua, you shouldn't be from this era, right?"
Anxian now has the cultivation level of the out-of-body stage. In this world where spiritual energy is scarce, no one can cultivate to this level in just over twenty years.
"Yes." An Xian didn't hide it, "I come from the era of self-cultivation more than a thousand years ago, when there was no change."
Although He Rin guessed that he was not a contemporary, he did not expect that he came from the era of self-cultivation.
"How did you survive?" He Rin was surprised. He knew very well how terrible the disaster was. No cultivator could be spared. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, they would all lose their spiritual roots and would not be able to cultivate within three generations. As for the three generations later, in the face of the harsh environment of depleted spiritual energy, frequent natural disasters, constant wars, and unsustainable inheritance, it is difficult to even survive, let alone practice.
As for Anxian, it was only a sharp drop in his cultivation and no damage to his spiritual roots. This was simply an unimaginable miracle.
"I don't know very well either." An Xian said, "I was in the process of transcending the calamity at the time. After I failed to transcend the calamity, I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, it was more than a thousand years later."
"Crossing the tribulation?" He Rin's eyes lit up, "So that's the case. I think you must be the only cultivator who crossed the calamity at that time. The power of the calamity just helped you block the impact of the hurricane of spiritual energy."
An Xian fell into deep thought, thinking that He Rin might have guessed right.
"Also," He Rin continued, "You may not have failed to cross the tribulation, but it was forcibly interrupted by external forces, and a large amount of spiritual power was sealed in your body, so you can sleep peacefully for more than a thousand years."
When he said this, An Xian felt a sense of enlightenment, and the previous questions were finally answered. She originally thought that she failed to survive the calamity because she took the wrong medicine or was not strong enough, but it was just the right time, but she escaped the catastrophe instead.
He Rin put her arms around her waist, rested her head on her shoulder, and said solemnly, "Fortunately, you survived."
This man escaped a devastating catastrophe and slept for more than a thousand years, then met him, rescued him, helped him escape from reincarnation and regained his life. He seemed to come for him, for him.
He Rin's heart was filled with joy and satisfaction that he had never felt before.
An Xian was used to this kind of intimacy, so he didn't push back and let him lean on him.
The soft and docile body in her arms made He Rin linger, and subconsciously put her hand into her T-shirt and touched a silky patch.
An Xian mercilessly pulled his claws out of his clothes, turned his head and glared at him.
With a smile in his eyes, He Rin said lazily, "So, you are not Roy, the real Roy should be the one outside the window, right?"
An Xian looked out the window, and saw a spirit body leaning on the window and looking in. Seeing An Xian looking over, he immediately retracted his head and disappeared without a trace.
Anxian: "… "
"Huahua, what's your real name?" He Rin whispered in her ear.
"An Xian." An Xian glanced at him, "How about you?"
"Let's call it He Rin. It was He Rin who met you, and He Rin who was with you. Of course," He Rin said again, "I prefer you to call me 'Rin'."
An Xian didn't continue, he pushed him away from himself indifferently, got up and said, "I'm going to the live broadcast."
"You still want to broadcast live? As a generation of cultivation masters and a ninth-level pharmacist at the pinnacle level, you still want to broadcast live broadcasts to those mortals?" He Rin resolutely recommended himself, "Do you need assistants, pendants or mobile backgrounds?"
"No need." An Xian hugged the computer and went upstairs.
He Rin leaned on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and thought with regret: the identity is fake, but unfortunately the gender is not.
Although An Xian looks handsome, He Rin has never doubted his gender. As a man, he is so handsome... So, someone perfectly missed an opportunity to know the truth. As long as he asks more, An Xian will definitely be truthful. tell each other.
At this time, in the live broadcast room of the leader, the pollen who received the news were in high excitement.
[Oh my god, I didn't expect to see the live broadcast of the leader in my lifetime!]
[Ah, the male god reappears, please allow me to kneel and lick for thirty seconds.]
[I haven't seen the prosperous beauty of the leader for a few months, and I'm almost losing my sexual interest in my boyfriend.]
[No wonder when my girlfriend and I were ummming recently, it always ended in a minute or two, so the root cause is here!]
[Upstairs, you are just pure premature ejaculation...]
…
In the chat and laughter of the pollen, the countdown to the live broadcast ended, and a familiar figure appeared on the unfolded screen, standing against the wind, with unparalleled elegance, just looking at it, I felt that my eyes were baptized.
An Xian did not delay, took the medicine directly, and then started her performance.
Leaping and turning into an afterimage, shuttled between the trees, the wind was hunting, the leaves were flying all over the sky, constantly passing by An Xian, but never touched her at all. As long as you look closely, you can find that the leaves are bounced off by an invisible force the moment they approach her. In high-speed motion, the force of bouncing leaves is very light, like a feather brushing, without any force.
Traveling for hundreds of meters, a broken branch suddenly blew from the front and hit An Xian's head. At the moment of contact, it was torn apart and turned into countless branches. What's even more amazing is that the length of each branch is like a measure. In general, it's almost the same.
Whoosh! Anxian shot out from a bush, and large leaves fluttered behind her, entwined with her long raised hair, scattered in all directions. After a few vertical jumps, he landed lightly on the edge of the lake without touching a single leaf.
[Ah, so handsome!]
[360-degree roundabout kneeling and licking!]
[Running casually can run so casually, there is no one but the leader.]
[The leader of the alliance must be born with a coercive effect, no matter what he does, it is so sparkling and moving.]
Anxian stood by the lake, slowly raised his hand, and moved his fingertips slightly. Layers of ripples appeared on the originally calm lake, like a blooming peony. Then, the petals bloomed, forming a rain of flowers on the huge lake, which was spectacular.
Everyone is like watching a video of flying flowers in the sky. The lake is a screen, vivid and natural, without any sense of disobedience.
[It's so beautiful, how did the leader do it?]
[I feel that this new drug has something to do with mind control.]
[It should be the truth upstairs, you can still have such delicate control in high-speed sports, worthy of being our leader father.]
The new drug released this time is indeed as the pollen guessed. It is a high-quality specialized drug that can develop intelligence and improve mental control.
Safety shows the control of the force, the control of the shock, the control of the measurement, and the control of the coverage. The difference is a thousand miles away. To a certain extent, mental control is more important than the level of mental power.
The live broadcast was as short and concise as ever, and after Anxian had some conversations with the pollen, he ended the live broadcast neatly.
The task of releasing the new drug information was handed over to Bai Houchu, and he returned to the small building in peace. Seeing that He Rin was watching the news video of the excavation of the historic site again, his mind moved slightly and asked, "Have you been very busy recently?"
"Is something wrong?" He practiced the exercises every day, acted cute, made good impressions, and was not idle at all, right
An Xian pointed to the excavation site of the historic site on the screen, and said, "If you have time, go and collect the cultivation techniques left by various schools and sects."
"Why?" He Rin knew that Anxian had a complete inheritance of exercises, and he didn't need such low-level defective products. What did he do after collecting these things
"Anyway, idleness is idleness. It's better to establish a sect in the mountains and inherit the civilization of self-cultivation." An Xian's tone was like saying, "The weather is good today, let's go for a walk outside, and catch two fish and come back for lunch."
He Rin: "..."
Hua Hua is always so handsome...