Cultivators Are So Weak in This World

Human Alliance.

Under the dark, gloomy rocky sky, the floating moving lamps are the only source of light here.

The entire area of the Human Alliance is not large, equivalent to a small town.

A dozen or so streets crisscross, combined with houses of varying heights made of stone and wood.

The total population here is at most a few thousand people. The spacing between buildings is relatively wide.

On the edge of the entire Human Alliance, there is a wide square specifically used for martial practice.

The square is paved with a mixture of compacted black soil and sand, making the ground quite hard to walk on.

The Moon God, dragging his sickly body, stood aside watching the dozen or so people sparring in the square.

Ever since leaving behind the heavenly curtain, his long-held dreams were utterly shattered, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

The outside world he imagined was completely different from everything his father had described.

This huge disparity suddenly made him realize that everything he had been pursuing was like a mirage, an illusion.

During the few days he spent recuperating here, he constantly thought about which path to take in the future?

Watching Ounan and the others sparring with grand, sweeping movements,

he unconsciously lost focus for a moment.

Time passed unknowingly.

A sudden shout from a child interrupted the Moon God's thoughts.

"Dad!!"

At the edge of the square, a six or seven-year-old bald little boy was trotting excitedly towards Ounan in the field.

The child, still wearing crotchless pants at his age, walked unsteadily with a wobbly gait.

"Xiaoyue, don't come over, wait until Dad finishes practicing, then I'll accompany you." Ounan caught sight of the little boy's chubby cheeks and his face softened.

He swung his broadsword, clashing it against his opponent's weapon, then sidestepping, he spun and struck with the sword.

Swoosh swoosh!

With two sweeping arcs of his sword, the two opponents lost their grip on their swords, which clattered to the ground.

"As expected of Brother Ounan!"

"What an amazing counter move!"

The two strong men exclaimed, picking up their weapons.

Just then, the little boy, having run halfway, suddenly noticed the Moon God sitting to the side.

He stopped, curiously eyeing the Moon God's attire, which was completely different from ordinary clothing, in moon-white hues.

"Are you the nameless person my dad rescued?" The child had big, round, exceptionally bright black eyes and wore simple cream-colored long clothes, his chubby little face nearly sagging over his cheeks.

"I have a name." The Moon God blinked and replied.

"Then what's your name?" the little boy asked, "I'm Ouyue."

"I....." The Moon God hesitated, "I'm Yue Dewen."

He was no longer the invincible Moon God.

Upon reaching the surface, without divine power, he could only rely on physical combat. Now, he couldn't even withstand the pollution from malice.

On this land, his strength could only be considered middling.

Maybe in the future, after creating the Heart-Burning Furnace, could he quickly elevate his level.

But for now, he was really weak.

"Do you look like you're going to die?" Ouyue suddenly asked, pointing at the Moon God.

"Why?" The Moon God wasn't angry, just puzzled.

"Because your eyes lack light," the little boy replied. "My mom says people without light will eventually disappear forever, impossible to find."

"Light....." The Moon God fell silent.

He knew what that meant.

When a person loses the motivation and desire to live, they will eventually disappear from the world, leaving no trace.

Hope, expectations, the desired future, these are the foundations of people's happiness and fulfillment.

"Ouyue is right. You seem to have lost your goal, with no hope in your heart."

Ounan, wiping his sweat with a towel, approached and said.

"Isn't there anything you want to do?" he looked calmly at the Moon God.

"Things I want to do....." The Moon God pondered.

"You used to have goals, right? It seems that goal left you very disappointed and confused. Have you ever thought about why?" Ounan asked.

"Why is there such a huge contrast between your goal and reality? Was it wrong from the start, or did reality change, becoming completely unfamiliar?"

"What do you want to say? You can be straightforward." The Moon God heard the underlying implication.

"I've always wondered, why did the world become like this?" Ounan said somberly, patting his son's head.

"Why do we have to struggle to avoid those monsters, living in such dark, damp, barren underground places?

Why can't we live openly on the surface? Why is the daylight getting stronger, and the world getting worse?"

"Indeed.... My father used to tell me, the world shouldn't be like this...." The Moon God said softly. "I once thought that falseness and concealment were the greatest harms to oneself. Yet now, having uncovered all the truths, I find that the original circumstances were, in fact, protection. Truly ironic...."

"Then join us. Let's change this damn world!" Ounan extended his hand to the Moon God.

"Many friends who have just emerged from the interchange zone are just like you. They always ask, why is it like this? Why is the outside so terrible? Why do we have to live so humbly and miserably?"

He paused.

"But what's the point of asking so much? Since the world is different from what we imagined, then let's change it. We are already very fortunate, possessing bodies far stronger than ordinary people. What else is there to be dissatisfied with?"

The Moon God looked at the outstretched hand and fell silent.

"I'm just an old man thrown away by the times, polluted by malice, unable to leave here, useless to you all."

"Everyone has their unique role as long as they live in this world," Ounan said calmly. "Though your Spiritual Lines are indeed polluted by malice, and can't be easily used. But you still have your body. Apart from the Spiritual Lines, you have flesh and blood! It's not much, but they are the reason you haven't turned into an Evil Spirit Body!"

"So.... am I still considered a person now?" The Moon God naturally understood his physical state and asked.

"Is it to remove the Spiritual Lines to become human again?" Ounan stared seriously at him.

Remove the Spiritual Lines!?

The Moon God was stunned.

He could no longer remember when he became a host for the Spiritual Lines.

At that time, it seemed like it was his father.

When he was young, his father used a Spiritual Line to pierce through the center of his forehead, making him a host.

Afterwards, he constantly manipulated that Spiritual Line, multiplying it from one to many, and over hundreds of years, the Spiritual Line had already fused with him, indistinguishable from one another.

But now.....this person in front of him actually told him, should he remove the Spiritual Line!?

"On this land, there's only one outcome for the polluted Spiritual Line, and that is to abandon it.

Even if you create a furnace now, it will be too late. Almost all the Spiritual Lines in your body have been polluted, and it's only the active inhibitors we've injected that have stabilized you.

But this stability won't last long. The potion will become resistant and will gradually lose its effect over time," Ounan explained.

".....Is there no other way?" the Moon God asked after a moment of silence.

"This is the Human Alliance; there's no other way. If it were the Eternal Palace, the origin of furnaces, there might be a way. But you can't go out," Ounan replied.

Indeed, the moment he went out and came into contact with the evil air of the outside world, he would immediately turn into a complete Evil Spirit Body.

The Moon God understood in his heart.

Now, it's time for him to make a choice....

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Under the gloomy sky, beams of Skylight shone down through the cracks, hitting the ground with a loud noise.

Where the Skylight illuminated, the ground slowly turned red, started to smoke under the high temperature, melted, and gave birth to lava.

Zhang Rongfang appeared calm, vibrating his wings as he flew straight ahead.

He wasn't like those gods or deities who relied on divine might and authority. His power wasn't weakened in the slightest, even outside the sky canopy.

At full speed, he resembled a raging bull, ignoring all Skylights, charging forward and crashing through everything in his path.

Boom!

A column of Skylight was crashed into by him, instantly cutting it in half, and he flew through to the other side, continuing his journey.

Be it Chana Tower or others, all they said was based on their understanding.

Now, taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Rongfang planned to personally, with his own eyes, see this world, witness this land.

What world is about to be destroyed, the world is hopeless, seeking to escape disaster.

All of these things, he would verify with his own eyes.

At full speed, Zhang Rongfang almost turned into a bloody shadow, crazily shooting at nearly a thousand meters per second.

As he flew, he continuously used his blood-tracking ability to connect with his Bloodline.

The gray-black earth swiftly had streams of flowing lava sweeping past beneath him.

At his current speed, even circling the world of his previous life wouldn't take much time.

Judging by the memories of the Rongxin and Zhaoyu Pavilion he devoured, the size of this world wasn't overly exceeding that of his previous life.

At least the Heartless Travel Group not only visited the Eternal Palace but also gazed afar at the Chana Tower.

Zhang Rongfang slightly adjusted his direction, flying straight towards the Eternal Palace according to the memories.

The ground was all ruined and destroyed wasteland, with roaming Evil Spirit Vehicles and Evil Spirit Horses roaring from time to time.

He also saw two groups that seemed to be part of a travel group, carefully avoiding the Skylight, waiting for the clouds to cover the sky once more.

Time slowly passed.

Apart from the Evil Spirit Bodies, only a few travel groups were active.

Apart from that, the land was full of ruins, lava, and scorched earth.

In the air, there was no Essence Qi of heaven and earth to be felt, only endless Skylight radiating down.

The difference was that highly concentrated Skylight would form Skylight columns, while less concentrated Skylight would be the small amount radiated after passing through the clouds.

Zhang Rongfang noticed that in the ruins on the ground, there were also many remaining buildings.

The architectural style of these buildings was not the technological style of the Spirit Eye Race in Taoyuan.

Instead, it was similar to the Great Spirit, an ancient style of stone combined with woodwork.

From the memories of the two individuals he devoured, he also discerned that.

These hosts had no understanding of the power they wielded.

They just used it, that's all.

Suddenly, a blue flash flickered ahead for a moment.

A tilted tower stuck into the ground gradually appeared in Zhang Rongfang's vision.

Blue electrical arcs occasionally zipped across the surface of the tower.

There were sparse groups of people coming and going around it.

Zhang Rongfang's heart stirred, and he quickly lowered his altitude, landed, and concealed all his aura.

Simultaneously, a blue furnace lit up and pulsed at his chest.

His face also changed to the appearance of Rongxin.

He wasn't sure what methods the Eternal Palace had internally.

So gathering intelligence first was the right path.

Just like the Chana Tower.

He naturally knew that cooperating with Long was akin to seeking skin from a tiger.

Just look at the grandeur of the three kings of the Chana Tower, clearly not upright characters, and associating with them would undoubtedly cause his image to plummet.

Moreover, every Evil Spirit Body was brutal and ugly, with extremely high danger.

Hence, he planned to open the passage using Chana Tower, then devour Long and the three kings.

Finally, he would swallow up all the Evil Spirit Bodies, purifying all the evil.

Zhang Rongfang always persisted with his original idea.

Eliminate all evil thoroughly.

Once all evil was eradicated, what remained would naturally be good.

For the stability of the world, tools should have a sense of their role, and once the passage was opened, Chana Tower would have no more use.

Useless tools naturally should be cleared away.

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