Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 663 Guarding the Fire
An elder, a true inner disciple, and a pseudo-spiritual outer disciple stepped forward first, saying they would go to the farthest, most difficult, and most dangerous place to pass on the fire.

Their surnames are Jia, Lei and Shang. They are all big families in the village with many relatives.

Suddenly, the humans on the deck were in an uproar.

We are all human. If you can pass on the fire, we are not bad either.

Many disciples stopped kneeling and jumped up, arguing with each other until their faces turned red, all wanting to go to the most remote and difficult places.

Those with high cultivation level said that I fly fast.

Your low level of cultivation means that you are too conspicuous because you fly so fast, so you are not as good at hiding as me. You have real spiritual roots, so you might as well work hard at cultivation, which is the right way.

People with high cultivation say that people like you with fake spiritual roots will have to spend your whole life on the road and will never be able to do anything useful.

The fake spiritual root is not convinced and says that I can't do it myself, but I also have descendants. No matter how many years it takes for my line to complete the task, I will eventually be able to do it.

Our spiritual roots are given by our parents and God. I am not as good as you and I admit defeat. But when it comes to the spirit of sacrifice for the people and perseverance, you, the chosen ones of heaven, are far inferior to us.

The kneeling human disciples were arguing in a mess, but everyone was vying for the lead and no one retreated.

The Thousand-Faced Judge couldn't see everything with his eight eyes, and his eye sockets were blurry for some reason. It must be because of the strong wind and sand.

Lu Ye was watching from the side and his heart was filled with emotion.

This is the heroic and united spirit of our human race, and we are worthy of being the masters of this world in the future.

He looked up at the sky—Brother Shang.

Do you see it in the spirit of heaven?

The saplings you and I planted that day did not grow crooked or weak, but straight! The people of our tribe have strong backbones.

Even after thousands of years since you left, it still hasn't bent!

The main merit here is all due to your perseverance. Even after I left, you did not change your path and kept persisting. Only then would we have a group of courageous seeds of hope today.

Mo Baiyi looked at the boiling human race on the deck with complicated eyes.

A trace of regret suddenly flashed through his mind - wasn't his plan really just a way to prepare for someone else's misfortune?

This so-called inferior race, in terms of spirit of sacrifice, is even more enthusiastic than the fleeing demons.

Everyone is eager to be the first and afraid of falling behind others, and they are eager to sacrifice and dare to sacrifice.

Have I underestimated these inferior tribes?

If he had such a group of demon disciples under his command back then, would he have achieved his long-cherished wish of reviving the demon clan long ago?
Then Mo Baiyi shook his head and sneered in his heart.

I really overthink it.

A bunch of inferior races, whose highest cultivation level is just the Divine Transformation, are still thinking of overthrowing the demon race which is headed by a Mahayana Saint?

Not to mention that there have been immortals in the history of the demon clan who suppressed the entire clan's fortune.

Even the Mahayana saint is an existence that humans can only look up to.

Not to mention, the demon race in this world is in a very prosperous period.

Take the four great demon ancestors he had fought with, for example. Each of them was extremely talented and had the potential to become a Taoist who could transcend tribulations, and even had the hope of ascending to heaven.

Therefore, when he was besieged, he did not hesitate to use the tactic of mutual destruction to destroy the ancestor Kun, who had the greatest potential and the best talent among the four monsters.

The human race wants to revolt?
snort!
how is this possible.

As for the so-called fire-spreading tree, every word in the initial plan is true, but will it be possible to expose the demon clan's plan in the end?
Not necessarily!
In all likelihood, God will be displeased and a huge thunderbolt will strike, shattering the plans of generations of human beings, making them nothing but a waste.

Even a clan as noble as the demons, who enjoyed the advantage of being the landlord and had the profound merits accumulated by the three demon ancestors, didn’t they still fall short at the last moment and fail to produce an immortal who could suppress the fate of the clan?
The road ahead, which is a path of passing on the torch and waiting for the future, seems to be hopeful, but in fact it is a dead end.

The protagonist of this world can only be my demon clan.

As long as the new demon world successfully gives birth to mixed-blood demons, improves their reproductive capacity, and produces generations of demon monks, he will send the fairy crystals back to the demon world.

When the time comes, an immortal will appear to suppress the clan's destiny, and they will be able to counterattack back to their ancestral land.

This beautiful land is still under the control of our demon clan.

The demon clan had been in bad luck for so many years because they had too many accumulated illnesses and shackles. Fortunately, I had ruthlessly eliminated most of the direct descendants of the immortal noble families and had almost wiped out the cancer of the demon clan.

Now that they have mixed blood with the Two-Winged Clan, the new demon clan that will be born in the future will only be more outstanding.

All that’s missing is an immortal and an opportunity.

As for the human race, huh, they are nothing more than the vanguard of the king and a group of cannon fodder in the internal fights with the demon race.

Unless, the human race can also produce an immortal.

is it possible?
How could the weak human race succeed in becoming immortals?

Mo Baiyi took a few breaths to think it over, calmed down his mood again, and closed his eyes to rest.

He just set fire.

The fire had already been lit, and he didn't care how it burned.

Today he has planted cracks in the hearts of the three demon saints, so even if they chase them again, they will not be able to put in any effort. As long as they deal with it properly, their lives should not be in danger.

The next important thing is how to send the fairy crystal back to the demon world, which needs to be considered carefully.

Mo Baiyi closed his eyes and thought carefully…Now he only had one chance. As long as he could escape from the three demon saints this time, he would go straight to the space formation.

Today's battle consumed all of his original energy to display his magical powers. Coupled with the burden of this sick body, he had to bear all the attacks before the Three Demon Saints were hit.

Now the body of the container is covered with scars and is beyond repair. Right now he has to rely on his secret method to suppress the injuries. Even if he escapes the hunt, he will probably not live for more than a few decades. He has to make plans early.

Fortunately, the three demon saints were hit by his ultimate move, and they went back to be suspicious of each other, and they probably won't be of one mind anymore.

As they are wary of each other, the Pig and Cow Demon Saints might leave, and the Red Tiger Demon Saint is worried about having his home robbed, so he probably won't chase after them so closely.

In this way, you can escape the biggest life-and-death disaster at hand.

If they chased him again, given the condition of his broken body, he might really die in disgrace at the hands of three demon soldiers.

It would be fine if I died.

But he was carrying the immortal crystal and was the hope of the entire demon clan, so he had to die.

Even if he died, he had to pass the fairy crystal back to the demon clan. Mo Baiyi thought for a while but couldn't find a solution, so he entered into a state of meditation and recovered his breath.

The night passed quickly.

At dawn the next day.

Mo Bai opened his eyes again and again, and found that after a night, a large area on the deck had become empty.

The human race had fled once before, with more than 2,500 people escaping.

Among them are hundreds of immortal cultivation seeds and pseudo-spiritual roots, and the rest are old and weak mortals who are not good at cultivating immortals.

So there were more than 2,500 people left on the ship last night, consisting of nearly 500 immortal seeds and 2,000 pseudo-spiritual root disciples.

Now he opened his eyes and saw.

The Thousand-Faced Judge and Lu Ye stood aside, and disciples kept coming over to kowtow to them and say goodbye.

They kowtowed in farewell in a group, leaving with reluctance.

The eight eyes of the Thousand-Faced Judge were red with reluctance, and he gave each of them some instructions.

Lu Ye kept his mouth shut and transformed himself into the God of Wealth, with storage rings on his ten fingers. He kept summoning various elixirs and giving them to his departing disciples.

They didn't have any spiritual weapons, so it was not suitable for them to take them on the road. But last night Lu Ye had a group of wood monsters shed their essence branches and refined a batch of magical weapons and spiritual weapons, which were just right for self-defense on the road.

The number of people on board was rapidly decreasing.

Behind the two of them, there were less than two hundred people standing, all of them with red eyes and heads held high, excited, silently hugging and bidding farewell to those who were leaving.

Of course, the humans who left were all of low cultivation and not worth mentioning, but when they left, they all puffed out their chests and bulged their bellies, with heroic expressions, as if they were going to complete a sacred mission. With Mo Baiyi's cultivation, of course he could see at a glance that the two hundred people behind Lu Ye and Qianmian Judge were carefully selected.

Most of them have cultivation level above Yuanying Golden Core.

There are those who have low levels of cultivation such as foundation building and Qi training, but their physiques are considered good among the human race. The leader seems to be a little fellow named Long Shiba.

After a while, the humans who left finally dispersed.

The Thousand-Faced Judge closed his eyes and red mouth, as if he could not speak. Lu Ye, who had been silent, turned around and said to Long Shibadao.

"Fellow tribesmen, disciples!"

"Those of our kin who have sacrificed themselves to become firebearers have already set out."

"We who stay behind are the fire pond. We must practice hard and accumulate fire."

"In the future, it will be passed down from generation to generation, and there will be a constant supply of people who can pass on the flame."

"The transmission of fire is a difficult journey that lasts for thousands or even tens of thousands of years."

"As long as each of you has not died in the battle, when the time comes to end, you must change from a flame keeper to a flame bearer and embark on the path of passing on the flame."

"In the future, when the weather is right and the wind is strong, a fire will start and blow across the land of God, connecting the previously spread fires into a raging blaze."

"We cannot slack off. We must practice hard. If the fire is extinguished, we will be sinners of the human race!"

Everyone knows that passing on the fire is a difficult road.

Apart from anything else, half of these 2,000 people might be killed on the way before they reach their destination.

Who has made it so that in this era, humans are regarded as prey, cattle and sheep, or perhaps it is simply that a demon passing by dislikes you and is hungry, so it attacks you.

If a single weak human being is on the road, the probability of him getting lost or harmed on the road is quite high.

Once you arrive at your destination, it will be a hassle to find a suitable human community and settle down there.

And since they want to pass on the fire, they must gain the trust of the local human race and quietly look for seeds for cultivating immortals. Without great prestige, the local seeds will definitely be offered to the demon clan as followers according to the old rules.

Among them, half of the fire inheritors may not be able to find a suitable successor in their entire life.

In the end, the possible success rate is less than one quarter.

Of course, passing on the fire is not just about passing on the skills, they are also responsible for passing on the human race's writing and classics to the tribe members, so they are not fighting for a moment but for generations.

This requires people like Long Shiba and their descendants to guard the "fire pond" well, and to continuously send out fire bearers from generation to generation, so that the flame can be spread throughout the five continents.

This plan may seem simple, but it was entirely at the cost of the lives of generations of Lingyun Sect disciples.

It is not a brilliant plan, but a stupid method. The most worrying thing is perseverance. It requires a group of fellow tribesmen who are willing to sacrifice for their tribesmen, otherwise this plan will be a castle in the air.

Lu Ye finished his conversation with Long Shiba and the disciples who stayed behind.

Long Shiba's eyes turned red.

"Don't worry, Elder. We know."

"From now on, every moment we practice will be paid for with the blood of our tribesmen."

"If I am lucky enough to live to the end of my life and not die in the battle with the demons, I will definitely drag this broken body along the Fire Transmission Road to the farthest and most dangerous place before my death!"

"I swear to heaven! If I break this oath, I will be cursed to be a human being for generations to come and never be able to gain spiritual wisdom!"

The disciples behind Long Shiba also swore an oath and expressed their feelings.

Lu Ye nodded with relief.

"Okay, okay, you are all my good people!"

The Thousand-Faced Judge next to him also became excited, and he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"How can there be only disciples who are willing to sacrifice themselves?"

"Should I, the head of the sect, just hide in the back peacefully?"

"I have also sworn this oath!"

"Before my death, I will go to the Fairy City at the foot of Baisui Mountain to spread the fire!"

Lu Ye hurriedly patted the Thousand Faced Judge on the shoulder, thinking that it was unnecessary. The two of us are from later generations, so we should not take the initiative to get close to the powerful demon clan.

Although this head full of inappropriate memories is protected by the rules of heaven, it is an anomaly after all. If it arouses the vigilance of the demon clan, it will be detrimental to the cause of the human race.

After Lu Ye calmed down the remaining tribesmen, he sent them away. Then he turned around and found the body of the Mo Baiyi tree standing on the boat. Two eyes appeared on it, silently watching them.

He hurriedly pulled the Thousand-Faced Judge and bowed.

Mo Baiyi's tree body shook and turned back into a human body. His face was much paler than yesterday. It seemed that performing the secret technique was not without cost.

"You guys are so quick," he asked with a sigh, "Are you leaving today?"

Lu Ye smiled back.

"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by my seniors."

"My human race has been humiliated and bullied for too long. It has been tens of thousands of years since the demons ruled the earth."

"We are not afraid of sacrifice, we are only afraid that it is not worth it and that we are walking on a dead end."

"The fire transmission plan you guided is a ray of light. For those in the darkness, they will follow and hold on to it, even if they die on the road to chasing the light."

“Perhaps only after having seen the darkness and despair of darkness can one know how precious and hard it is to have light.”

"Now that I have a chance to light myself up and illuminate my people, of course I am willing to risk my life."

After hearing this, Mo Baiyi nodded slightly and suddenly said something without any beginning or end.

"If they had such awareness back then, perhaps the world would not have turned upside down yet?"

The Thousand-Faced Judge didn't understand.

Lu Ye knew, however, that Mo Baiyi was lamenting how quickly and embarrassingly the demon clan collapsed back then.

It seems that the demons at that time were not without the ability to fight, but they just lacked some brave warriors who were willing to sacrifice.

Mo Baiyi stared at the sundial mark above Lu Ye's head.

"My dear nephew, what is the origin of this thing on your head?"

"Why do I look like a time-space curse?"

Lu Ye's heart tightened and he immediately became nervous. When he saw Mo Baiyi again, he thought of the damn mark on his head.

To know.

The sundial mark came from the battle that destroyed the passage between the human and demon worlds. It was planted by a demon leader who had reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage while holding a spiritual weapon.

So here comes the question.

That spiritual weapon is a spiritual treasure of the divine level and must have been in the hands of the demons for a long time.

And now, Mo Baiyi looks like the ancestor of the new demon world, or a key figure in it.

Has he ever seen this magical sundial?
If you have seen him, it would be strange if you didn't doubt your identity.

Of course, it is also possible that it has never been seen. Perhaps this spiritual treasure has not yet fallen into the hands of the demons. Perhaps even if it is in the hands of the demons, it is in the hands of a noble family or a casual cultivator of the demon clan.

It is true that Mo Baiyi is a Mahayana saint.

But even if he is an immortal, it is impossible for him to know the origins and development of all things in the world and be omniscient and omnipotent.

Immortals are just more powerful practitioners who are so powerful that they have to leave this world.

With such a huge sundial mark covering his head, Mo Baiyi is not blind and has seen it. Now he asks, how should he deal with it?

(End of this chapter)