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

During the first seven hundred years of Li Changxiao's cultivation, he only stayed in Lingtianzhou for less than a hundred years.

When the Lingtian Dynasty was at its peak, it was actually a dazzling presence in the entire Fuyao world and even in the entire cultivation world.

After all, there are only two dynasties in the entire cultivation world that can rule over a continent.

However, Li Changxiao did not like the Lingtian Dynasty.

So he left the Lingtian Dynasty, left Lingtian Continent, and ventured into the world of Fuyao.

Even later, he left Fuyao Tianxia and went to several other worlds that were as famous as Fuyao Tianxia...

His cultivation is low.

But I have been to many, many places and met many, many geniuses.

Take the evil dragon that was killed some time ago.

A famous genius who rises to prominence throughout the world.

But Li Changxiao had seen existences that were thousands of times more terrifying than him, and he had seen the Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Fuyao Holy Land, who were so dazzling that people could not look directly at them.

I have seen a perverted genius walking out of the snow-capped mountains, and I have seen a handsome monk living among the ancient Buddhas and green lamps.

There are too many stars in the sky.

It was so spectacular to see so many heroes competing for glory back then.

Li Changxiao has come into contact with quite a few important figures, of course, most of them were in the form of menial servants, servants, pawns, cannon fodder, and other lowly identities.

No one will remember him, and no one has ever thought highly of him.

Li Changxiao sometimes thinks about it.

Now the spiritual energy is exhausted.

How would those big shots react?

Then he laughed at himself.

It has nothing to do with yourself.

Li Changxiao continued walking, regardless of whether his spiritual energy was exhausted or not, and his steps might be sometimes big and sometimes small, but his rhythm never changed.

The sun and the moon alternate.

Li Changxiao finally realized that he had almost run out of money.

Without money, I can’t drink alcohol, eat meat, or taste delicacies from all over the world…

Really boring.

So, when he passed by a small town, he thought about staying there for a few days and getting some money.

He saw that the town had a canal.

It is a resting place for passing boatmen.

So, he volunteered and performed a set of fancy sword moves in front of a merchant ship owner, saying that he was a swordsman with some fame in the world.

The boatman was doing business outside and believed that harmony brings wealth. Seeing that the swordsman was handsome and did not look like a bad person, he hired him to help watch over the boat for a few days.

A few days down.

The boatman left.

Li Changxiao had a dozen more copper coins in his hand. He happily walked deeper into the alley to find a tavern.

He came up with a new way to drink.

I arrived at a restaurant and asked the waiter for a large white bowl, three slices of ginger, a small pinch of white sugar, a small pinch of coarse salt, a small bottle of vinegar, and a duck leg with sauce.

Li Changxiao put the duck legs aside first.

Use ginger slices to rub the bottom of a large white bowl and squeeze out the ginger juice.

Then, pour "Drunkenness, Dreaming of Death" into a bowl, and add vinegar, sugar and salt in turn.

Stir well with chopsticks.

The waiter saw this and hurried to find the innkeeper, saying that a strange person had come to our inn. The innkeeper slapped the waiter on the head and scolded him, saying that he should just make the customers feel comfortable and stop gossiping behind their backs.

Otherwise, if someone hits you with a sword, I won’t be able to stop him.

The waiter nodded repeatedly and continued to work on his task, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity and would occasionally sneak a peek at the swordsman's drinking style.

The swordsman took a sip of the strange wine and a bite of the duck leg with sauce, enjoying the meal very much. The waiter was so aroused that he exclaimed in his heart, "It's strange, can it really be delicious?"

After the swordsman threw down a few copper coins and left.

He went over immediately, dipped his finger in the wine, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

He murmured to himself, "It doesn't taste good either. That swordsman is so handsome, his white clothes are spotless, but the taste of the wine is so weird."

Wait until he comes to his senses.

The swordsman has already walked into the forest.

Since leaving Longlaixiang Canteen, Li Changxiao no longer deliberately calculated the time.

So, he didn't know how long he had been walking.

Just know.

When I walked to Hengtianyuan.

It was a night, with a gentle breeze mixed with a lingering fishy smell.

He rubbed his drunken eyes and saw two groups of people fighting not far away.

One black and one white, one evil and one good.

An impassioned speech by a righteous person.

We must wipe out the evil sect and restore peace to the world.

Li Changxiao just felt that he had seen this scene somewhere before.

It seems that there was once a massive encirclement and suppression in the cultivation world.

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The people from the Demon Sect are full of murderous intent, almost willing to exchange their lives for others'.

But the Demon Sect lost.

Viewed from the scene.

It seemed that the Demon Sect had been trapped here for many days by the righteous people, with no food or water. They had no choice but to launch a final breakout.

But it didn't work.

The leader of the Demon Sect, wearing a Rakshasa mask, was forced to retreat to the edge of Hengtian Abyss.

He just laughed out loud and jumped into the Hengtian Abyss.

Li Changxiao was not interested in the so-called battle between good and evil, so he did not pay too much attention to this battle.

He was looking for the entrance to Hengtianyuan.

At the same time, I recalled the legends about this dangerous place.

Hengtianyuan was once one of the eighteen dangerous places, and many geniuses were buried there.

At the same time, it is also a whetstone for many geniuses.

It is rumored that there are thousands of ghosts in the abyss, and if a monk steps into it, he will be torn to pieces in an instant.

Belonged to the former Baiyou Dynasty, now the Lingtian Dynasty.

Some physical cultivators regard this abyss as a barrier to the great road. Only those who cross this abyss can leap over the dragon gate.

Speaking of physical cultivation.

The depletion of spiritual energy actually has a greater impact on physical cultivators than on ordinary cultivators.

Physical cultivation needs to seal the body, otherwise the spiritual energy in the body will be quickly consumed.

Just like, people with big muscles consume much more energy than ordinary people every moment.

Li Changxiao found the intersection.

A rugged path, winding and crooked, leads to the bottom of the abyss.

He climbed down along the path, and what interested him was that there were words of varying sizes carved on the stone wall beside the path.

These are the various vows taken by monks.

Climbed for a day and a night.

The sunlight seemed unable to get in and everything was completely dark.

After he drank the last sip of wine, he leaned against the stone wall and fell asleep.

The wind was blowing hard.

Li Changxiao fell sideways and fell to the bottom of the abyss along the narrow and rugged path.

Bang.

Hitting the bottom of the abyss, the huge impact force made him yawn, stretch deeply, and continue to sleep.

When he woke up naturally, he saw that it was pitch black all around him, so he lit a fire, held a torch, and recalled the location of the Hundred Ghost Technique.

"Go east for a few days and you will see the altar. With the blood of the royal family, you can obtain the Hundred Ghost Techniques."

After determining the direction, Li Changxiao started his journey. During the journey, he did not forget to enter the dream space and fill the wine gourd with wine.

He walked at the bottom of the abyss with a torch and could see scattered bones.

"If the spiritual energy is at its peak."

"The geniuses who die here can be transformed into abyssal souls."

"Taking the path of ghost cultivation, it can be considered a new beginning."

"It's just that the spiritual energy has dried up, and the ghosts have disappeared, which shows that ghost cultivation still cannot do without spiritual energy."

Li Changxiao seemed to be thinking about something.

Sudden.

There was a sound of rolling stones from the left.

He turned to look.

He saw a tall figure wearing a Rakshasa mask, staring at him.