Longevity, starting from raising chickens

After nearly forty years of gradual evolution, nearly two-thirds of Uttarakuru is now covered with frost and snow, while the remaining one-third is dotted with volcanoes and a medium-sized inland lake.

This was originally the inland sea of ​​Guantao Realm, but in today's Kokura Realm, it can only be regarded as a very large inland lake.

Wang Yian glanced downward, and with his eyesight, he could clearly see the settlements scattered across Uttarakuru.

Smoke from cooking fires rose up, laughter could be heard, and occasionally the roar of a ferocious beast could be heard, but it would soon die down.

The mountains are steep and the roads are dangerous, with wild forests and endless fields.

The entire vast Uttarakuru still retains its wildness and primitiveness.

It is far from being like the other three continents where many cities and even countries have been established.

Not only in the land of frost and snow, but also around the volcanoes, there are sparse human traces.

Occasionally, you can see a few figures wearing animal skins passing by, walking on the void but without any fluctuation of magical power.

See these people.

There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.

"Want to go back?"

A warm voice sounded beside him.

Wang Yian was slightly startled, turned his head, and saw his father who was also looking at the True Warriors seriously. He tilted his head slightly, pointed at the land below, and a smile appeared on his face:
"I mean, go here."

Wang Yian's eyes suddenly lit up like stars, but soon dimmed again.

He shook his head slightly, his tone full of hesitation:
"I... maybe I can't..."

Wang Ba had a smile on his face, which did not change because of Wang Yian's answer. He smiled faintly and asked:

"Why, do you feel sorry for them?"

Wang Yian nodded silently, his voice a little dry:

"After the failure to stop Han Yanzi, only one in ten true warriors survived. I feel guilty about my senior brother's trust... and even more so about those who trusted me..."

"It's not your fault. The damage Han Yanzi caused to the True Warriors was far less than that caused to the World Eaters outside the Realm. Although the World Eaters were allowed in by Han Yanzi, strictly speaking, I am also partially responsible..."

Wang Ba shook his head slightly, interrupting Wang Yian's words, and looked towards the mountains and wilderness far below. His smile faded, leaving only a hint of complexity after having experienced many vicissitudes of life, and he spoke in a low voice:
"I have always felt that the words 'kindness does not command the army, justice does not command wealth' are too cold and inhumane."

"I used to sneer at those high-ranking officials who could decide the lives of countless people with just a single word."

"Until... I also became the person who could decide the life and death of countless people."

"Human lives have become numbers in my eyes."

Wang Yian's body trembled slightly and he looked at his father in surprise.

He hadn't discussed something so seriously with his father in many years.

In his eyes, his father seemed to have not changed over the years, but at this moment he vaguely discovered that his father seemed to have changed a lot over the years.

"Sometimes I wonder if this is what they say: 'He who slays the dragon becomes the dragon himself.'"

Wang Ba's eyes were blank, and he muttered as if he was in a trance:
"Sometimes, I feel deeply guilty about my indifference towards those dead lives. I think I shouldn't be like this."

"But when I really face these numbers, I will still make what I think is the best choice."

"So what is the best option?"

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Wang Yian.

It seems like he is asking Wang Yian, but also seems like he is asking himself:

“Is the best choice I think necessarily the right one?”

Wang Yian hesitated for a moment, but after thinking about it, he shook his head:

"No, no one is always right... And my brother also said that when one becomes powerful, one's conscience will be distorted. This distortion and change is not egg-laying, moisture-laying, or viviparous birth, but transformation."

"Transformation..."

Wang Ba was startled for a moment, then nodded gently, with a look of deep admiration and praise in his eyes:
"Your Third Senior Brother really hits the nail on the head. He's right. People's hearts change like this."

With his hands behind his back, he gazed into the distance at the sky, exhaled lightly, and sighed:
“No matter if they are emperors, generals, immortals, gods or demons, or ordinary creatures, when they are humble, they struggle and make compromises. Once they gain power, it may be OK for a short time, but after a while, they will develop a sense of separation. Only one in ten thousand can keep their original intention.”

"I think that people are all products of this world, whether it's wealth, cultivation, or power. If you stay in it for a long time, it's like being in a store selling abalone. If you don't smell the stench for a long time, you will inevitably be alienated by it."

"Those who can stick to their original aspirations and not be swayed by external things, even if they get hurt and bleed, can be called the sages."

"A perfect person has no self, a god has no merit, and a saint has no name."

He sighed quietly:
"Unfortunately, I am just an ordinary person."

Wang Yian listened to his father's mumbling silently, but when he heard "the most perfect man has no self, the divine man has no merit, and the sage has no name", his heart trembled.

Although the words were simple, they made him feel his heart surge.

He seemed to feel these words guiding him.

"According to what your third senior brother said, I will eventually become alienated. I might really become a cold-blooded person who regards human life as worthless and only wants to achieve the ultimate goal. This may be a good thing for Xiaocangjie, but it is so cruel to the people living here... Liu Jin,"

Wang Ba looked at Wang Yian, calling him by his nickname, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes:
"Are you willing to earn a future for these true warriors?"

Wang Yian was slightly startled.

He had already guessed some of his father's thoughts, but when these words finally came out of his father's mouth, he still felt a little hesitant.

“The most perfect man has no self… The most perfect man has no self…”

These four big words circled in his mind, as if chaotic words were echoing and interweaving in his ears...finally the sound gradually died down.

He raised his head, took a deep breath, and looked at his father:

"Dad, I understand."

Wang Ba looked at Wang Yian, his only son, and a deep pity flashed in his eyes.

She raised her hand, patted his shoulders twice, and tidied up his messy white hair.

"It's good that you understand. It's good that you understand. Dad will wait for you to come back."

As he spoke, he gently handed over a jade slip and placed it in Wang Yian's palm.

"These are some spells I collected that can be used without mana. Maybe they can be used."

Wang Yian took the jade slip, and at this moment, a smile and expectation from the bottom of his heart finally appeared on his face:
"Don't worry, Dad."

After saying that, he turned into a blood-red sword light and flew down to the Uttarakuru Continent below.

Watching Wang Yian leaving, Wang Ba felt a complicated feeling in his heart.

Wang Yian’s life span is running out.

The fusion of the True Martial Arts by cultivators relies on the effect of the Yin Fruit. However, the Yin Fruit is the most damaging to one's lifespan, not to mention that the lifespan of a True Martial Artist is not as long as that of a cultivator.

Wang Yian walked his own path, but this path was a very short one.

He didn't know whether he could go further.

But he didn't dare to try to inject his lifespan into Wang Yian.

This is a life-or-death situation. Even though he has mastered some of the rules of the Ogura world, he still cannot guarantee success.

It only depends on the person who receives the lifespan.

This is no longer the rule of the Ogura Realm, but the higher rule of the Third Realm Sea.

That was why he allowed Wang Yian to enter the realm and return to the group of true warriors, hoping that he could hone his body and spirit, and achieve balance and consistency, so that he would have hope of a breakthrough.

Of course, he had many other ways to deal with it, such as implanting Wang Yian's soul into a spirit beast, just like Han Yanzi and the others did... But when he thought of Jia Shiwu, this thought suddenly faded.

Will Wang Yian still be Wang Yian after taking over another body?

Rather than becoming neither human nor beast, he would rather give up this path.

This is what is inside a father’s heart. The hardship and struggle are beyond words.

"I hope it can happen."

……

Uttarakuru, a settlement in the southern part near the volcano.

In the small village, wooden houses are built using the trunks of extremely thick trees.

Outside the wooden house, hung the frozen-dried corpses and furs of ferocious beasts.

The sturdy and strong men sat casually on the bald snow-covered grass, drinking crude wine from wine bags made of beast skins, gnawing on beast meat, and chatting happily.

The bonfire is rising.

The strong woman next to her was scraping the meat off the beast's fur, using a stone needle to hook the hemp rope she had rubbed out with her hands and passing it through the corners of the beast...

Children frolicked and played pretend games with the white skulls of ferocious beasts on their heads.

Wang Yian, a tall man with white hair and a black shirt, stood silently outside the village, watching quietly, with a heavy look in his eyes.

The Wu Kingdom of the past was so powerful, with its territory spanning four continents. Although it had no cultivators, it had a prosperous civilization and abundant resources. Almost all the true warriors and mortals living there had rosy faces and were very particular about etiquette.

Anyone who sees it will say it is a civilized country.

However, they have now become a primitive tribe, and are even no different from the former savages of Tupizhou.

This made it difficult for Wang Yian, the former leader of the Wu State, to accept it for a while.

Civilization is not necessarily a good thing, but without civilization, the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

He did not go into this village, but continued walking silently to the next village.

Uttarakuru is very large, much larger than any of the nine continents in the past.

But Uttarakuru is very small, so small that the living conditions of all the true warriors in the entire continent are almost exactly the same.

The only difference is that some villages have high-level true warriors, so when they encounter ferocious beasts, they can treat them as food.

However, most villages can only survive with difficulty in the face of ferocious beasts because there are no high-level true warriors.

The latter accounts for eighty to ninety percent.

Hunting ferocious beasts, death and wine... these almost occupy the lives and daily lives of most of the true warriors in Uttarakuru.

The civilization of the past and the skills summed up by many mortals and true warriors now seem to have been lost in the last catastrophe.

Only the devastation of the civilized world was left.

And the desolate and primitive world where pure force is respected in the real world.

"Where is the future of a true warrior?"

Wang Yian thought silently.

He knew that in the future, he not only had to lead the True Warriors to live a better life, but more importantly, how to be useful to the Xiaocang world, how to get rid of the gap with the monks, and even further, how to obtain the same status as the monks...

The reason why a group can exist and continue is that it is valuable to the surrounding environment.

If it has no value, it will inevitably be eliminated.

Even if its value is just for viewing, it is better than being completely useless.

And what is the value of a true warrior?
Almost in an instant, Wang Yian thought of the natural advantages that true warriors have since their birth.

The resource requirements are low and the combat power is formed quickly. Although the combat power is extremely low among the same level, the advantage is that the number can quickly achieve a leap-forward breakthrough...

With these advantages, as long as a large number of fifth-level and sixth-level True Warriors can be formed, the Ogura world will definitely need them!
Wang Yian's heart was suddenly shocked.

Unconsciously, his thoughts became the same as his father's, looking at each life purely from the perspective of numbers...

"This is the change in people's hearts brought about by a difference in perspective."

Wang Yian silently felt the difference in his mood.

At this moment, he inexplicably understood what his father had said before.

As one's status improves, when one really has the power to decide the life and death of countless people with a single word, and as time goes on, one will inevitably become alienated.

"so……"

He looked again at the village ahead.

The smell of herbs, along with a sad mood, filled the air above the village.

In the middle of the village, there were corpses that had been destroyed beyond recognition. These were all true warriors who died in the fight with ferocious beasts.

Feeling the silent sadness in this village, Wang Yian was touched.

He suddenly understood something.

"So, if you want to stay true to your original aspiration, you should stay here, experience their joys and sorrows, understand their desires and needs, work with them, live with them, and become a living person like them, instead of standing on a high place and looking down on all living beings..."

Only by living among all living beings can you regard all living beings as human beings.

Only by touching the reality of sentient beings can one not dare to sacrifice such sentient beings easily.

Alienation is because those people have been away from the common people for too long...

The principles of the world are so simple.

Yet it is extremely difficult.

How many people who have achieved something can be willing to "sink" among the living beings?
“It’s easier said than done…”

There was a hint of understanding in Wang Yian's eyes.

The snow around melted and turned into a puddle of water.

He looked at himself in the puddle.

His face was reflected in the gently flowing water.

He took a deep look at his reflection, and without any hesitation, he raised his hand and cut off his hair, sealing the sword on his back into his body.

Then he raised his palm and gently pressed it between his eyebrows.

"Give it a try."

He pressed gently.

The next moment, his eyes quietly became pure, blank, and childish... just like a newborn baby.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at his palms.

There seemed to be enlightenment in his eyes:
"My name is... Yao."

"My name is Yao."

'Yao' raised his head and looked around.

Then he walked straight to the village where a tribesman had just died.

"who are you!"

The villagers' cautious voices rang out in the village.

"My name is Yao."

Yao said calmly, not seeming to be afraid of these people. He looked past the villagers surrounding him and at the corpses lying in the snow, and suddenly said:

"I can save them."

The villagers were shocked at first, but then they were filled with anger.

The middle-aged man who seemed to be the leader frowned, looked at Yao deeply, and said in a cold voice:
"Guest, no matter where you come from, please don't make fun of this matter. Some people just left here..."

"I can save them...their souls are not far away yet."

Yao Yiran said.

His eyes were clear and firm.

This attitude angered the surrounding villagers. They were filled with blood and energy, and seemed unable to hold back and were about to take action.

However, Yao's gaze made the middle-aged man in the lead frown again, and then he suddenly raised his hand to stop the villagers around him.

"Let him try."

"Big brother!"

"Let him try!"

"But!"

Yao walked alone, passing the crowd with fierce and angry eyes, and came to the corpses.

He raised his hand somewhat awkwardly, then walked around in front of the corpses.

Reaching out to the middle-aged man:
"Give me some blood."

"Is the blood of a vicious beast okay?"

The middle-aged man's eyes narrowed slightly, his chest heaving slightly, but he still suppressed his emotions and asked.

"can."

Yao nodded.

"give him."

"But brother, we don't have much blood left from the beasts..."

"I said, give it to him!"

Taking the stone basin filled with the blood of the ferocious beast, Yao put his fingers into it, then dipped them in the dark red blood and painted many ghost-like patterns on the corpses.

"What on earth is this doing?"

The villagers looked at each other, but none of them could figure out what was going on.

The middle-aged man in the lead also frowned.

He was a third-level True Warrior, much stronger than the first- and second-level villagers around him, but he still couldn't understand.

"Any beeswax?"

"give him!"

"Do you have any cotton thread?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly.

Seeing the middle-aged man's expression, Yao shook his head slightly, gently pulled a small handful of his white hair, twisted it into a wick, rubbed it into beeswax, and actually formed a crooked candle.

Dipped in blood, it stood upright above the corpse in the snow.

Then Yao slowly stood up, his voice like a ghost...

Just as the middle-aged man's eyes were becoming more and more impatient.

The candle suddenly lit up!

It was only a tiny bit of light, but it covered all the corpses around.

And in this light, a series of illusory and transparent figures flew silently from a distance, and then crashed into the corpses one after another.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, these corpses actually opened their eyes one by one, full of confusion. Some of them even stood up and looked at themselves and their obviously dead companions in disbelief.

"This... can you come back to life after dying?!"

The villagers were shocked and suspicious, happy and afraid.

It was not until some brave people stepped forward and started talking to these people who had come back to life and confirmed that they were truly their relatives and friends that the whole village became excited.

Looking at this scene, Yao couldn't help but reveal a smile of pure joy.

"Who are you? How did you do this?!"

Looking at everything happening in front of him, the middle-aged man felt like he was dreaming. He asked in disbelief.

Yao smiled and turned his head:
"Maybe the immortal taught me... Do you want to learn? I'll teach you."

"Immortal? Is this... is this okay?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help swallowing his saliva. He was born after the great catastrophe and did not have much resistance to the immortals and monks mentioned by the older generation.

So he asked, but his eyes were filled with strong anticipation.

Coming back from the dead, this can reduce a lot of losses in the village!
"Yes, but I was able to save them because they didn't go far in the first place, and performing these spells often requires a lot of requirements."

Yao said frankly.

"Skill?"

The middle-aged man was a little confused. When he heard that there was another request, he hesitated again:
"These techniques...are they very demanding? Many people in our village are not good at practicing..."

"No, even ordinary people can perform it. The requirements I mentioned are other aspects, such as the blood of ferocious beasts."

Yao shook his head.

The middle-aged man immediately felt relieved and was overjoyed.

Yao simply sat in the snow and explained the technique he had just performed to the middle-aged man.

He didn't have any purpose, he just saw it and felt that he should take action, so he took action. He felt that he should teach the skills in his memory to others, so he taught without any hesitation.

Although this technique seems like anyone can use it, the hidden requirements still screen out most people.

Most strong witches cannot use it, but the weakest teenagers and a small number of women can learn and use it.

But this still makes everyone in the village excited.

I also have more respect for Yao.

One day, after learning another technique, the middle-aged man finally couldn't help but ask out of curiosity:
"Master Yao, do these techniques of yours have names?"

Yao frowned slightly.

He vaguely remembered that these techniques seemed to be given to him by someone, and each of them had a name, but for some reason, he just couldn't remember it no matter what.

Shaking his head, he said casually:
"I don't remember. Why don't you give it a name?"

"This... me?"

The middle-aged man was originally very calm and steady, and normally would not lose his composure like this. However, when he heard that this mysterious immortal had entrusted such a big task to him, he couldn't help but feel extremely excited.

However, he immediately calmed down and searched his brains. Finally, he found an inspiration among his few inks:
"Master Yao, why don't we name it after the way we practice?"

Yao nodded helplessly.

"The older generation said that we should call it 'Zhenwu' or 'Zhenwuzhe', but our ancestors said that we should avoid the name of the legendary Martial Ancestor, and 'Wu' and 'Wu' have the same pronunciation... It would be better to call these arts 'Witchcraft'!"

The middle-aged man became more and more excited as he spoke, and then he took a bamboo stick and started writing on the ground.

"Since these techniques are called witchcraft, then those of us who have learned witchcraft are called 'witches'!"

"We are the 'Witches', or the 'Witch Clan', Immortal Yao, what do you think?"

Yao looked at the crooked patterns on the snow for a long time before he finally recognized that they were actually words.

This is obviously the few cultural heritages of the leader who came from this small village.

"Wu... is also OK."

He nodded. It was just a name, he didn't care.

He just wants the people in the village to live a better life.

……

In the dojo.

Wang Ba watched silently, with a flash of surprise in his eyes:
"Wu... that's quite appropriate."

The seeds have been planted.

Just waiting for it to blossom and bear fruit.

Both the monks and the true warriors have begun their own evolutions, and he has no idea what they will become.

But he has done what he can. Next, he should focus his energy on improving himself and cultivating Taoist soldiers, spiritual beasts, etc.

The former is the foundation, while the latter is an important method that can effectively gain combat power in a short period of time.

But things always change unexpectedly.

One day, the Ape King Wu suddenly flew over and told him that he felt something passing in the wind outside... (End of this chapter)