After becoming a Taoist partner with my senior sister, my master changed

Ever since the Holy Land of Common Life stopped supervising the fog, people have been going there to try to contact the gray mist.

After a number of people lost their minds and became unaware of their relatives, and were eventually killed by people outside the Holy Land, the world finally believed the previous warnings of the Holy Land's top leaders.

However, as the gray fog spread outward day by day, different thoughts quietly arose in the hearts of some people.

The decision to integrate different ethnic groups will inevitably involve the sacrifice of mutual interests. Even if the vast majority of people agree, there will inevitably be a small number of people who oppose it.

For the demon race, in the eyes of some members, the existence that they once regarded as "blood food" now has to be on an equal footing with themselves. This gap in identity and cognition makes it difficult for them to accept.

The same is true for the demons. Some of their groups feed on humans and are fundamentally opposed to the model of peaceful coexistence with humans.

And within the human race, there are also many people who have blood feuds with the demon race and the monster race that have accumulated for generations. The pain of the past makes it impossible for them to let go of their grudges, and naturally they are unwilling to accept integration.

These people roamed the outside world, spreading rumors against the Holy Land of Common Life. The Holy Land naturally could not tolerate this, but it had never found an effective way to deal with it.

If too many people are killed, the luck that maintains the formation will be damaged. However, if left alone, they will spread the disadvantages of the integration of various races everywhere. At that time, people's hearts will be scattered and the luck will also be damaged.

Even if the disciples or elders who were arresting them forced them into a desperate situation, they would take the initiative to contact the gray fog with the thought of "If you don't let me have an easy life, I won't let you have an easy life either."

Anyway, there would be no good ending if caught by the people from the Cangsheng Holy Land, so it would be better to drag them to be buried together.

If you ask them why they don't consider the overall situation, they will ask in return: "Who has ever considered us?"

In their eyes, they only care about how well they live when they are alive. As for whether the world will be flooded or safe after death, it has nothing to do with them at all.

Inside the conference hall.

"There are two options before us now: let them go, or don't let them go. Which method can make the formation last longer? Has anyone figured out the result?" Qing Shu glanced at everyone in the hall.

"If left alone, the formation can probably hold out for another hundred years or so. But if we want to kill all of them... it's impossible to kill them all."

"There will always be people who harbor discontent with the Holy Land. In the past, they didn't dare to resist because they felt their lives were insignificant. Now that they know their lives are precious, they become even more fearless."

"If we keep killing each other, the formation will only last a shorter time than if we leave it alone." Jun Moxie analyzed, his tone somewhat helpless.

Li Jun sighed softly, his tone filled with emotion. "At first, I thought the Holy Lord said this formation would protect us for about two hundred years, a hundred years less than our estimated three hundred years. He deliberately left some room for error. Now it seems he's already taken into account the variable of people's disunity."

"Then from now on, the Holy Land will do whatever it should do. In addition, we will make the results we have calculated public, and also inform the world of other possible results under different response methods." Qing Shu raised her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, speaking decisively.

"This……"

Bai Jie hesitated and said worriedly, "There are always some people in this world who are unstable and easily instigated... If we announce it so bluntly, I'm afraid it will cause more chaos."

"The fate of the world lies in everyone's hands. After all, we can't represent the entire world, right?"

……

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another hundred years have passed.

Ever since the Holy Land made the calculation results public, handed fate back to everyone, and only promised to protect the formation from being destroyed by those with ulterior motives and no longer interfere in other matters, the situation in the world has quietly undergone subtle changes.

Some people don't care whether the world ends or not, but others don't think so.

Since the Holy Land no longer intervenes, they will have to step up and take over.

These people use their own methods, whether through earnest preaching or brainwashing, to fight against those who are indifferent to the survival of the world.

After several rounds of tug-of-war, a delicate balance was unexpectedly achieved, allowing the formation to successfully last until the two hundredth year.

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Fairyland, Central Region.

Lin Chuan was dressed in white, standing proudly on the top of the mountain like a banished immortal, and he was already surrounded by dense swarms of cultivator puppets.

"It's like a dog-skin plaster that won't come off even if you shake it off."

Lin Chuan looked at the three Immortal Saint Realm puppets closest to him. They were no different from other puppets, with strange smiles on their faces, which made him flash a trace of disgust in his eyes.

Two hundred years, a full two hundred years! Apart from the few sleepers he had encountered after arriving in the Central Region, who had used imperial artifacts to seal themselves from the gray mist, all he had encountered were these kinds of things.

"Isn't Master going to Beizhou? What are you doing here on this mountain? Could it be that Master is about to break through to the Immortal Emperor realm?"

Beside Lin Chuan, a woman in a white dress frowned slightly, her tone full of doubt.

"We have to wait for a breakthrough."

Lin Chuan shook his head slightly, his gaze fixed on something, and he said slowly, "I came here mainly to settle a cause and effect."

As they were talking, the bloodlust in the eyes of the three Immortal Saint Realm puppets finally overwhelmed their instinctive fear, and they rushed towards Lin Chuan first. Then, the densely packed puppets around them followed closely behind like a tide.

"Jiuxiao."

Lin Chuan's white clothes fluttered as he raised his hand and waved it lightly. A sharp white sword energy suddenly slashed out, and wherever it passed, the puppet rushing in front of him was cut off from its head and body.

The sword energy still had force left and rushed straight towards the sky, leaving a clear white mark on the clear sky that lasted for a long time.

Behind Lin Chuan, the puppets that were rushing towards him suddenly stopped moving, and the next moment they fell straight to the ground without a sound.

If someone looked closely, they would find that just a second before they stopped, the shadows of the puppets on the ground were all cut in half, and the cuts were as smooth as if they were cut by a sharp blade.

"The best sword spirit beside the master, this time he killed 3,198 enemies."

As the words fell, Lin Chuan's shadow suddenly trembled, and then a woman in a black dress, who was much smaller than the woman in the white dress next to her, slowly emerged from the shadow.

"I have killed more than 4,000 enemies this time. Sister Xingye, don't argue. I am the best sword spirit of the master." Qingxiao stood aside with the sword in his hand, his tone light.

"Tsk, I killed those 3,000+ people by myself!"

Xingye curled her lips and snorted in dissatisfaction, then changed the subject, her eyes softened immediately, and she took a few steps forward and hugged Lin Chuan's arm, shaking her body and acting coquettishly: "Master, Master, tell me, is Xingye the best sword spirit?"

Lin Chuan looked at Xingye, who was acting coquettishly in his arms, and then glanced at Qingxiao, who turned his head away but kept glancing at him from the corner of his eyes. He shook his head helplessly and said softly, "You are all my best sword spirits."

Not long after he separated Xingye from Qingxiao's body and re-refined the holy sword bodies for the two sword spirits, Qingxiao woke up from his deep sleep.

Qingxiao did not have much hostility towards Xingye. After all, when she fell into a deep sleep, she had already made plans to be replaced by Xingye.

But the result was beyond her expectations. Xingye actually gave up on devouring her. This unexpected action made Qingxiao feel a complicated feeling that she couldn't explain.

Although there was no major hostility, minor frictions never ceased. The two of them were always bickering and competing with each other, always trying to see who was more useful to Lin Chuan.

Although it occasionally gave Lin Chuan a headache, this lively bickering and competition quietly dispelled most of his loneliness, making this solitary journey a little warmer.

And perhaps it was because they had once merged into one, but these two sword spirits could actually communicate with each other telepathically.

Once they cooperate seriously, the power of their combined burst is even close to that of an imperial weapon.

When Lin Chuan was promoted to the Immortal Saint realm, he relied on the two of them to protect him. They cleared out all the puppets within a hundred miles around him and did not allow any interference to get close.

"Tsk, she's not."

Xingye curled her lips, let go of Lin Chuan's arm, and with a flash of her body, she merged back into the shadow under his feet and disappeared.

"What is the cause and effect that the master wants to resolve?"

Qingxiao followed Lin Chuan and walked forward with him.

"It's the Snow Demon Clan. I never thought that there are still members of their clan alive in this world."

Lin Chuan stopped in front of a lush bamboo forest, his eyes falling on the shadows of bamboo swaying in the wind.

"He has sealed himself in it again, relying on the imperial weapon to resist the fog from the outside world. But the imperial weapon in his hand seems incomplete. Compared with the people I met before, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for long." Qingxiao frowned slightly, his eyes swept across the depths of the bamboo forest.

Lin Chuan said nothing, but slowly spread out his palm. The next second, a cluster of flames suddenly rose from his palm.

Immediately afterwards, the faint mist lingering around the bamboo forest seemed to have met its nemesis and slowly melted away under the light of the fire.

Lin Chuan raised his hand and gently threw out the Primordial True Fire in his palm. The flame did not scatter, but instead circled around the bamboo forest as if on its own accord. It then used the surrounding gray mist as fuel and slowly burned, slowly dissolving the diffuse mist.

This gray mist is also a form of law. Now, as Lin Chuan's realm has been improved, his Primordial True Fire can use it as fuel.

Although the burning speed is extremely slow and this method only treats the symptoms and not the root cause, it is enough to protect the last bloodline of the suspected snow demon clan in the bamboo forest before Lin Chuan successfully solves the source.

After doing all this, Lin Chuan left a large amount of cultivation resources, along with ten sword energies containing his full strength, in the bamboo forest.

"This matter is settled, let's go."

After saying this, he did not stop, turned around and galloped towards the north.

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