Spirit cultivation and immortality, how do you control an aircraft carrier?

Even those at the first level of the Transcendent Realm are no better off than mortals when trying to move through the true gray fog. They can only take advantage of the daytime to quickly travel from one sanctuary to another. Once night falls and they haven't reached a new sanctuary, they don't even need to encounter any gray fog monsters; the gray fog itself is enough to make them lose their way and die.

At least in villages like this, one must reach the second level of the Transcendent Realm to have a place among Spirit Masters.

There are only nine in the entire village.

At the third level of the Transcendent Realm, there was only He Ye among the guards, and only Hong Fei in the village. However, this was because if one reached the third level of the Transcendent Realm and also controlled the Spirit of Protection, one could become a pavilion chief, which was a level of protection master one level below the township chief.

It is also the most basic protector.

"These shelters are about twenty miles apart and together form an evacuation line for mortals. It is because of their existence that mortals are not trapped in the gray fog, unable to advance or retreat, and wasting their lives."

When He Ye, the guard, spoke of these things, his mood was clearly somewhat low: "However, in recent years, the number of sanctuaries has been decreasing again and again. The last time the officials from the town came, they said that nowadays, the average lifespan of a pavilion-level sanctuary is no more than two years, and even a township-level sanctuary is no more than five years. And for an ordinary Spirit Master to reach the third level of the Mortal Transformation Realm, it would take at least twenty years of stable cultivation!"

The other guards remained silent as well.

This is clearly a set of numerical comparisons that will cause extreme anxiety.

This is because it represents the rate at which the Sanctuary is declining, which will inevitably lead to a further decrease in the number of mortals, and consequently, a decline in the number of Spirit Masters.

Without a sufficient number of Spirit Masters, how long can these people survive in this cruel world?

"It's hateful that some Spirit Masters are slaughtering and destroying sanctuaries everywhere!" one of the guards said viciously. "They're even more despicable than the so-called Demonic Sect from hundreds of years ago."

"Shan Er!" A guard nearby quickly pulled the person who spoke.

The guard named Shan Er also realized what was happening. After glancing cautiously at Guard Captain He Ye, he shut his mouth.

Shen Huang noticed this subtle movement and observed He Ye for a moment. Sure enough, he noticed the emotional fluctuations of the guard captain.

At the very least, the hand gripping the hilt of the knife at his waist tightened its grip.

This was enough for Shen Huang to guess the general reason.

It seems that even in such a crisis, humanity cannot truly unite.

However, this was expected.

Rather, it's quite surprising to Shen Huang that a large portion of the high-ranking cultivators in this world have realized the importance of ordinary people as the foundation of civilization.

"Lord Shen, we are about to enter the gray fog." He Ye suddenly stopped and turned around to say.

The village wasn't very big; in just a few words, the group arrived at the dividing line.

Although it is called a dividing line, it is not actually a clear-cut distinction.

The aura emanating from the village chief's protective spirit is already quite dim at night, and here it appears even weaker, with a faint wisp of gray mist swirling in the dim light.

This wasn't Shen Huang's first time entering the gray fog.

When he first arrived in this world, he appeared in the gray fog. At that time, he knew nothing, but he felt that the fog around him was unusually cold. In addition, he inexplicably appeared in a wild forest, which made Shen Huang anxious.

Fortunately, he only took a few steps before he saw a path.

It leads directly to the village.

Looking back now, the place he traveled to must have been the so-called "shallow" area.

There were spirit masters patrolling the shallow area, and the evil energy in the gray fog had been filtered to a certain extent, which is why he was able to remain safe at that time.

But now, they are about to enter the real gray fog!

Shen Huang looked at He Ye.

The long sword held by Captain He Ye was slowly drawn from its sheath. In the instant it was withdrawn, a visible spiritual light spread out like ripples on water, perfectly protecting the group within it.

"Lord Shen, please stay in the very center and do not leave the area of ​​spiritual light," He Ye solemnly reminded him.

"I understand!" Shen Huang replied just as solemnly.

"Furthermore, please keep Lord Yu with you at all times." He Ye planted his long sword into the ground, then took a short sword from his robes with both hands.

Although there was no spiritual light surging on the short sword, just by looking at He Ye's actions, and seeing the respectful expressions of the other guards, who even bowed their heads slightly, Shen Huang could roughly guess what it was.

But to avoid making a mistake, he asked softly, "What is this?"

"It is one of the Lord's guardian spirits." He Ye's answer confirmed Shen Huang's guess. "The Lord has only one guardian spirit, but apart from that person, the one closest to the guardian spirit is Lord Yu. When leaving the Lord and entering the gray fog alone, Lord Yu needs to concentrate to fight against the evil energy, so he cannot act casually. But if he really encounters any fatal danger, Lord Yu is much more reliable than us."

As if in response to He Ye's introduction, the short sword trembled slightly in his palm.

It really is the village chief's spirit!

Shen Huang felt a surge of surprise.

Although we don't yet know the exact level and strength of the township head, he is definitely not weak, and he is not even at the level of an ordinary township head.

the reason is simple.

As He Ye just mentioned, rural-level shelters only exist for an average of five years.

According to information Shen Huang had gathered from the villagers, this village had existed for a full eighteen years!

How could a village exist for several times longer than the average time without immense power?

Shen Huang had been looking forward to it when He Ye mentioned that the township head might send a spirit to protect him.

To my surprise, it actually arrived.

Even the guards beside him were surprised and envious.

One of the guards even muttered something sour under his breath:

"Even when Chief Guard He first activated his spirit, he didn't receive this kind of treatment."

"How can I compare to Lord Shen's talent and wit?" He Ye felt no jealousy whatsoever. He had personally witnessed Shen Huang and the township head address each other as fellow Daoists, and he knew that Shen Huang had an extraordinary background and demeanor.

At this moment, he held the short sword in both hands and respectfully presented it to Shen Huang.

Shen Huang also slowly exhaled and accepted it with both hands.

But the moment they touched, the short sword suddenly trembled violently and shone brightly!

Shen Huang could clearly feel a cool sensation flowing from his palms into his body.

This scene took everyone by surprise.

They were even horrified.

They all recognized what it was, of course.

—Talent Test!

Shen Huang's talent even elicited a strong reaction from Lord Yu!