Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

The Moon God raised his hand and looked at the skin on his arm, which had returned to normal. He was puzzled.

According to Laf, the pollution of the evil breath is almost irretrievable.

But why is it that he was clearly on the verge of pollution, yet remained unharmed?

"Are you confused? Why hasn't the pollution on your body changed?" At this moment, a few people strode in from outside the door.

A stern man with short brown hair and black eyes quickly walked in.

The man had a cross scar on his forehead, wore a grayish-white long coat, a combination of a cloak and a trench coat.

"Because this is the Human Alliance. It's the survivor's place that can suppress all evil breath."

Human Alliance? Survivor's place??

The Moon God looked bewildered.

He had heard the three of them, Laf, talk about survivors and knew these were the weak and helpless pitiful mortals.

These mortals could not walk freely on Earth and could only hide deep underground like mice.

They didn't refer to mortals within the interaction zone. The word 'survivor' mostly referred to those not in the interaction zone but living outside the sky curtain, on this land shrouded by sky light.

These people are not Spiritual Line parasitic bodies and cannot adapt to the harsh environment outside. They could even be killed by the toxic gas emitted by lava melted by the sky light.

But now....

What do these people mean by saying Human Alliance can suppress all evil breath?

"It seems you are quite puzzled. But while you are recuperating, we have a long time to talk slowly," the man named Ounan continued.

"Also, you don't need to think about returning to the surface. In your current state, if you go out, you will be re-contaminated by the evil breath immediately and could turn into an Evil Spirit Body seriously."

"Thank you...." the Moon God thanked in a low voice.

No matter who the other party was, in the end, they saved him.

He was too careless after all, thinking he could hold on until reaching the Eternal Palace, but never expected....

"Have a good rest." Ounan carefully observed the Moon God, noticing the deep fatigue between his eyebrows.

He waved his hand, signaling the others to leave the room together.

The few people walked out of the room, closing the door behind them, looking at the bustling underground settlement outside.

Carts full of various mushrooms just brought in were being surrounded by strong laborers who began unloading on the roadside.

Underground, all kinds of mushrooms are the most common main food for everyone.

Not far away, several young men and women dressed flamboyantly were looking out from the second floor of a building with red lanterns.

Further away, patrol teams carrying various sharp weapons were quickly moving forward along pedestrian pathways exclusive to patrol teams.

These strong men and women in the patrol teams raised their hands in respect as they passed Ounan and his two companions.

"Briss, any news from the headquarters of the alliance?" Ounan asked in a deep voice.

Briss was the strong man who guarded the Moon God's awakening earlier.

"Yes, they want us to go out and search for clues. The Eternal Palace has started the pathway experiment again."

"La has been trying to recreate the experiment from more than ten years ago. But she's just a pawn being guided. The real trouble is still the Chana Tower," Ounan replied.

"Alas, everything is exhausting for us adapters....." Briss said helplessly.

"We who survived under sky light, it is only natural to take on more responsibility for our family and friends." Ounan said calmly.

"I heard that last week, the ninth team had a fight with those hyenas outside. Several people died. At least three replacements were selected from the reserves." A petite woman spoke.

"If they also had an extreme spiritual adapter like Ounan, there wouldn't be so many casualties and replacements." Briss sighed. "So, we're considered lucky."

Ounan did not reply.

He was one of the ten strongest warriors in the Human Alliance, an adapter surviving under sky light, and a human consciousness extreme body with mental awareness reaching its peak.

As a human, he ascended to the gene limit, combined with the Spirit Eye Race's technological creation of blood and flesh weapons.

They were the only pillars opposing those wandering parasitic bodies outside.

"The Chana Tower is likely brewing another conspiracy. The Eternal Palace is their blatant minion, and recently the Eternal Palace released a mysterious map, seemingly searching for a specific interaction zone.

There is likely some kind of insider information involved," the petite girl speculated.

"No matter what, decades ago, when we exterminated Dien, so many people died because the Chana Tower was up to no good. Those man-eating monsters, one day we must kill them all!!" Briss said through gritted teeth.

Ounan did not reply, just falling into silence.

The surface was full of those disgusting parasitic bodies, controlling almost all resources.

And above the ordinary parasitic bodies are those furnace monsters and Evil Spirit Bodies.

Furnace monsters come from the Eternal Palace, and Evil Spirit Bodies come from the Chana Tower. To them ordinary people, they are all man-eating monsters, with not much difference.

So destroying the Eternal Palace, crushing the Chana Tower, has been a consistent goal of the Human Alliance for countless years.

Unfortunately, even he, the strongest human warrior, could at most deal with an ordinary Evil Spirit Elephant.

If he encountered the stronger Evil Spirit Cannon, or even one of the three Evil Kings, it would be a deadly trap.

Not to mention the ultimate strongest, the Unskinned One, Long.

That is the ultimate target all Human Alliance warriors must defeat in the end.

It is the source of all evil breath, the root of all chaos and destruction!

There is ample evidence that the mutation of white pupils is most likely caused by the Unskinned One, Long of the Chana Tower.

The pathway experiment they planned more than ten years ago made everything worse.

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Outside the heavens, within a solid black spiral tower, the walls covered in scorched marks.

From one of the walls, a huge mouth suddenly opens, spitting out a red light and a tall, skinless human figure.

The red light lands, swiftly transforming into a pool of fresh blood.

The blood takes shape, and in an instant, gathers into Zhang Rongfang's towering figure with bat wings sprouting from his back.

He slowly stands up, surveying the surroundings.

"Where is this?"

The skinless Long slowly opens his arms at the back.

"This is the Chana Tower, where no one has ever found alone. Its meaning is the eternal instant."

"Chana Tower..." Zhang Rongfang gazes down the railing toward the bottom of the tower.

At a glance, he cannot see the end, only a blur of black at the base.

"Let's go, downward, you will witness the strength and sincerity from our side." Long explains with a sharp laugh.

Since it is a collaboration, equality is needed.

The other party hopes he can do something to smoothly open the conduit to his homeland.

Then, in exchange, Long's side naturally needs to show what they will do.

Long sways his slender body, begins descending the spiral staircase, quickly heading down to the tower bottom.

Zhang Rongfang glances at the huge mouth on the wall he had just entered from, his wings slowly flapping, floating into the air, and closely follows Long downwards.

One floor, five floors, ten floors, twenty floors...

The two swiftly descend.

Gradually, the entire tower begins to expand, and the stairs widen.

Initially, the stairway corridor is just over four meters wide.

But later, the corridor even widens to over ten meters.

From a narrow tower body, it transforms into a grand castle-like structure.

Moreover, as they continue downwards, the surrounding walls, floor, and railings all become coated with a layer of blood membrane.

Up, down, left, and right, everywhere they look, they can see wriggling flesh, enveloping everything it touches.

After descending about ten more floors, finally, Long halts first.

The tower base, reached.

It's a vast circular plaza with a diameter of several hundred meters.

The ground resembles a Bloodline blood carpet, densely packed with countless blood bubbles growing and bursting, releasing a large amount of pungent toxic gas.

Massive quantities of black smoke and foul air permeate the surroundings, harassing all Spiritual Line parasites that dare approach.

Long glances at Zhang Rongfang, confirming the latter shows no reaction.

"Ophelia, Netherworld, Ladi Lan, come meet our distinguished guest. The King of Bloodline of the Evil Spirit Body from the super interactive region, Qiankun!"

He speaks clearly, conveying the message to the expansive plaza.

Just as his voice falls.

Three masses of black twisting smoke rapidly gather and contract at three spots in the plaza.

With a faint ripping sound.

The black smoke disperses, revealing three indistinct towering human figures, slowly appearing on the plaza ground.

A tall woman, utterly white, even her skin and eyes are ghostly pale, dressed in a white luxurious long dress, slightly bows in greeting to Zhang Rongfang.

The second is a vague human figure composed entirely of countless black flying ants.

The third, a translucent, jelly-like human figure, exuding faint blinding electric light from its body.

"One of the three kings, Ophelia, greets the King of Bloodline." The woman in the white dress bows softly. If her eyes, ears, and mouth didn't occasionally reveal wriggling black insects, she would actually be the most normal in style among the three.

"Evil King Netherworld, since you are a distinguished guest of the master, obviously an extraordinary person, we are delighted to meet here." The second human figure composed of countless flying ants also slightly bows towards Zhang Rongfang.

"Evil King Ladi Lan." The last translucent human figure surrounded by electric light does not offer much expression, just responds coldly with a sentence and stops there.

"The apocalypse approaches; they are my three savior kings... three different hopes and directions..." Long introduces sharply.

"I wish to see the conduit." Zhang Rongfang speaks with a cold expression, "How can you prove that beyond the opened path is my homeland?"

"It's actually quite simple..." Long stretches his slender fingers, looking toward one of the three kings below, Ladi Lan.

Ladi Lan steps forward, reaches the center of the plaza, and slowly raises his arms.

A dazzling electric glow rises from him, condensing above his head into a vague blue disc.

The disc gradually clears, like a mirror, reflecting an image of a vast city.

"Is that!!?"

Zhang Rongfang's gaze freezes, locking onto that image.

Towering buildings, flowing cars, crowds.

And the intermittent lights like stars glittering here and there.

He can even clearly see the billboards hanging outside those skyscrapers.

That's... the city he once lived in!!

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