Ye Tian said slowly, starting from the incense secret of the Shenzong ten thousand years ago, and told Xia Xuan all the relevant information he had learned about luck.

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"It's actually like this... After they killed the people, they could actually use the power of luck to help them strengthen themselves and quickly improve their cultivation?!" After a long time, Xia Xuan murmured in disbelief: "How can they bear it?"

"It doesn't take tens of millions of years to practice hard and improve one's own cultivation at an extremely fast speed. It can only be said that such temptation is too great for the monk." Ye Tian said.

"But... everything is always fixed. Although the nine continents are huge, the creatures living on them are limited. If they continue like this endlessly, one day no one can kill them?" Xia Xuan said in a deep voice.

"That's the future, isn't it?" Ye Tian said lightly: "If you didn't believe that after your death, how could you do such a thing?"

"So if this continues, the Xiandao Mountain will only become stronger and stronger, and fewer and fewer people will be. When it reaches a certain level, will the matter of the Shenzong ten thousand years ago be reproduced?" Xia Xuan said with a close eye on Ye Tian.

"I don't know," Ye Tian shook his head: "No one can tell the future, but I don't want that to happen."

"Yes, such a thing, such a dark world, is definitely the biggest disaster for Jiuzhou..." Xia Xuan forced herself to calm down, looked at the vast land below, and sighed.

As the two of them talked along the way, the darkest night had passed.

The horizon in the distance gradually turned white, and faintly, a bright red in the east slowly shone, and the sun was about to rise.

But take back your eyes and a huge city stands quietly on the plain not far below.

This is the capital of Chen State, the largest city in the northern part of Chuzhou, and the largest city in the water city.
Chapter completed!