The Dao dies but I live on, the spiritual energy dries up but I remain evergreen

Aura depletion is brutal.

Especially for those who have just embarked on the path of practice.

Their cultivation is shallow and their lifespan is limited. In this catastrophe of heaven and earth, they are not even as good as an ant.

These monks have died one after another in the past three hundred years.

There used to be a super sect near Longcheng: the Dragon-Slaying Sect.

The Baiyou Dynasty was destroyed, and Fu Ren, who was still frozen in ice, was secretly sent to the Zhanlong Sect.

Seven hundred years later, Fu Ren was officially born and began to show his talent.

After the spiritual energy was exhausted, the Dragon Slaying Sect was disbanded.

Fu Ren, the once-prodigy, became worthless that night.

The master and the head of the sect could hardly protect themselves and had no energy to take care of him.

We can only hold each other together for warmth.

At this moment, in Fu Ren’s old house.

Thirteen people were sitting around.

Some are very old.

Some are in their prime.

There are both men and women among the thirteen people.

Judging from their appearance alone, it is hard to tell that they are actually geniuses from the same period.

"Brother Fu, is the incense stick still useful?"

"In addition to the Hemu Temple in the west of the city, which has been completed, the north and south of the city... have also just started construction."

"And judging from what the government is saying, I'm afraid that the dozen or so counties under Longcheng will also build Hemu Temples."

"If it's useful, we can follow the example of the river mother and secretly build the golden body into the temple to steal some incense."

A charming woman said.

She looked at Fu Ren with eyes full of attachment.

The others also cast their eyes over.

Fu Ren shook his head calmly, "Our cultivation is too low, the incense and fire method won't work for us, let's find another way."

"Snapped--"

An old man with a hunched figure slapped the table and stood up suddenly. "Useless? What basis do you have to make such a conclusion? Do you want to take all the incense for yourself?"

He was angry and anxious, his eyes filled with deep resentment.

He doesn't have much time left and he already shows signs of aging.

Everyone looked unhappy.

It's not that he suspected Fu Ren of hiding something, but he regretted that incense and offerings would not work.

Fu Ren told several people his experience in detail.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

The thirteen practitioners present usually hide in Dragon City.

They claimed to be brothers and sisters.

Every once in a while, they would get together to discuss ways to prolong life and how to open up new paths.

In fact, at the beginning, there were far more than thirteen people.

But... most of them died at the end of their lives and fell in the torrent of history.

The atmosphere became increasingly silent.

as always.

Those who are struggling desperately in this torrent are actually no happier than the ignorant mortals.

"Cough cough..."

A middle-aged man with gray hair on his temples coughed lightly a few times.

He put his fingers together, bent them, and tapped lightly on the table, making a clicking sound.

Everyone looked over.

He was in deep thought for a long time, his eyes swept across the faces of several people, and then he slowly spoke, "Fu Ren, you are from the Dragon Slaying Sect, have you ever heard of the origin of the Dragon Slaying Sect?"

"Of course." Fu Ren nodded and said, "It is rumored that ten thousand years ago, there were several evil dragons here."

"A Taoist priest traveled through this area and slew all the evil dragons. The dragon's blood stained hundreds of miles and dyed the sea red."

"That Taoist, with the might of slaying a dragon, established the Dragon Slaying Sect here. From then on, all creatures born here have a chance of carrying a trace of dragon energy."

Fu Ren's words brought everyone back to their senses.

The Dragon Slaying Sect three hundred years ago was so magnificent.

The reputation of the Dragon-Slaying Taoist is not low even in the entire Fuyao world.

If it weren't for the depletion of spiritual energy.

A force of this level will not decline even after thirty thousand or three hundred thousand years, let alone three hundred thousand years.

The thirteen people present had cultivation levels not much different from Fu Ren. They were all super geniuses in major forces and had just begun to show their talents.

"That's right." The man with gray hair on his temples nodded, "The Dragon Slaying Sect does have this history."

"But Fu Ren didn't explain it in detail enough."

"During this period, I have been exploring this history."

The man with gray hair on his temples had a slightly fluctuating voice, and he seemed to be trying his best to suppress it.

He continued, "We had just started practicing when the heaven and earth dried up and our luck was bad."

“In fact, we don’t know enough about spiritual practice.”

"But a few months ago, by chance, I discovered the tomb of a powerful man. That powerful man was once a pearl thief. He was seriously injured, and his spiritual energy was exhausted. He died with hatred."

"Pearl thief?" Everyone was stunned. It was the first time they heard this title.

The man with gray hair on his temples nodded and continued, "The so-called pearl thief, the thief is stealing, and the 'pearl' refers to the Dragon Pearl!"

"Dragon Ball?!" Fu Ren's eyes lit up, "Could it be..."

"That's right." The man nodded, "Back then, the Dragon Slayer Taoist killed eight dragons."

"A dragon is a divine creature of heaven and earth that can call the wind and rain."

"It is simply impossible for a cultivator of the same realm to deal with a dragon alone."

"Even the Dragon Slayer Taoist could only slay eight dragons in a row because of his realm suppression."

"And those eight dragons have already formed dragon balls!"

The words fell.

Everyone roughly understood what the man meant.

Although they have not been practicing for a long time, they have heard of the power of Dragon Ball.

Almost all of the dragon's power essence is concentrated in the dragon ball.

"As long as we get a dragon ball, it shouldn't be difficult to extend our lifespan by a hundred years!" the man's voice was firm.

"And I know that there is a dragon ball hidden in the nearby South China Sea."

……

The scene fell into silence.

Fu Ren frowned, "This trip is probably quite risky, and I might need to use my cultivation. If I fail... I'm afraid the last few decades of my life will be wasted..."

An old man stood up and said:

"Hmph, my life span is running out. My cultivation is shallow, so it is almost impossible for me to open up a new path of cultivation. The incense is also useless to us.

This time, I want to go all out! "

A beautiful woman, her face hesitant and wavering.

The closer you are to death, the more you fear it.

With the cultivation in hand, even in dangerous places like dragon's den or tiger's lair, where one is likely to die, he would still go forward without hesitation.

Just for the way in my heart, just for that higher place.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

But now.

After living in the mortal world for three hundred years, getting closer and closer to death, and realizing the weight of death, she hesitated.

The thirteen people had different opinions and quarreled with each other.

Night falls.

Finally, the opinions of both sides were neutralized: the thirteen people disguised themselves as a merchant caravan and went along the canal to explore the South China Sea. They would never use their cultivation until the dragon ball was found.

The South China Sea is not too far from Longcheng.

The thirteen people discussed it and decided to set off tomorrow. Maybe they could come back and have a good Spring Festival.