Late at night a year later, when the carving knife in Xiaobao's hand was cutting off the wood carving of the ninth seal, a faint light appeared on the wood carving, and it was truly half completed. ←,

Almost at the moment when the wood carving was halfway completed, thunder suddenly rolled in the sky outside. This thunder echoed throughout the first continent, as if some kind of will was roaring, and even the sky was rolling, as if it had formed an eye.

When staring at the earth, it seems that I am searching, but in the end I find nothing and can only slowly dissipate.

Almost at the moment when the clouds were rolling, in the city, in a house not too far away from Xiaobao's place, Meng Hao raised his head and looked coldly at the sky.

At this moment, Xiaobao didn't know why, but he vaguely felt as if someone was looking at him in the sky, and he raised his head, but he didn't look at anything.

That night, when the clouds in the sky stopped rolling, it started to rain.

The rain was falling not just in this city, but... it was raining in the entire First Continent.

At the beginning, no one paid attention to the natural changes of rain, and ordinary people ignored it, let alone monks. But this rain has continued for seven days!

It rained heavily all the time, and even when ditches began to form in some low-lying places, it seemed to be a disaster. This disaster finally made the mortal dynasty become nervous and took some measures to divert the water into the rivers and seas.

Seven days is not the end, but a brief period of clear sunshine, thunder roars, rain falls again, boundless, there seems to be no time limit, the second seven days, the third seven days, the fourth seven days...

This rain has been falling for a month, two months, three months...

It is unimaginable that if the gentle rain on weekdays continues for several months, the whole earth will be filled with water waves, and the whole world will feel wet.

It was already a disaster, and the monks from the First Continent took action, trying to change the world and make the rain stop. But in the end, even the Supreme One couldn't stop the rain.

What they can do is to channel the rainwater from the earth out of canals and into the sea.

But this is not a long-term solution, the rain is still there, and any monk who tries to change all this will soon go crazy during practice and die violently.

It was as if he had violated God's will and was punished by God to death.

The ordinary world is about to become a land of chaos, and the same is true for the city where Xiaobao is located. The city walls are like mud, and many places have collapsed. The same is true for many houses. People can only repair and strengthen them in the rain.

Even every household, rainwater flowed in uncontrollably. While flooding the ground, it also caused plagues and various diseases caused by moisture.

Only Xiaobao's home rarely receives rainwater. Even in this rainy day, the house remains dry. Xiaobao doesn't know the reason, and neither does his daughter.

Only his wife understood, because she cast the spell secretly. She couldn't protect others, but she could protect her own home.

"When will this rain stop..." Xiaobao sighed. On this day of heavy rain, the shop's business has not been open for a long time. Even if there is still food left at home, if the rain continues like this, then what will happen again?

Even if there is more margin, it is not enough.

In silence, Xiaobao sat there, picked up the wood carving, and continued carving. As the knife fell, the rain continued.

Gradually, more and more monks were dispatched, setting up formations one after another on the land, and digging canals one after another. However, they could only alleviate the problem, but could not eradicate it.

In this way, time passed, and three years passed in a flash.

For three years, the rain... has never stopped. Countless people have moved, countless villages have been submerged, many plains have disappeared, and the city where Xiaobao is located has become a vast ocean.

Their family also had to move, walking with the refugees towards higher ground. On the way, Xiaobao's parents fell ill.

They were old and unwell, and the disease almost caused them to die, but in the end they miraculously improved. Xiaobao, who was so happy and excited, did not see his wife's slightly pale face.

The rain was getting heavier, and people died every day. Only Xiaobao's family maintained their energy during this migration, and Xiaobao's wood carvings did not stop, and he found some time to carve every day.

Until this migration took place for a year, on a high mountain, when the number of refugees was getting smaller and smaller, the rain slowly stopped. The moment the rain stopped, while everyone was cheering from the bottom of their hearts, a cold wind blew.

Come, taking away everyone's warmth, making their cheering expressions turn pale in the blink of an eye.

The rain stopped, but it began to snow.

The entire First Continent, in an instant, the temperature plummeted!

The moment the snowflakes fell, Xiaobao's body trembled. He felt the snow on his face. He couldn't see around him, but he could hear the breathing of the people around him.

Those breaths were filled with depression, the breath of death, and even more despair...

It seems that one moment it was wet, but the next moment it became cold. Such weather changes would cause disasters that were much more severe than rain.

Snow fell on the ground and the temperature dropped, causing the ground to freeze. The harsh climate was a disaster that even the canal could not solve.

More monks chose to interfere with the sky, but in the end, whenever they took action, they would die suddenly. Until an Eight-Source Supreme was directly blown by the cold wind from the sky after taking action, and after his soul collapsed and died, no one dared to take action again.

The entire First Sect also had to choose to migrate during the disaster of first rain and then snowflakes. They could calculate that this disaster was God's intention to destroy the First Continent.

Unable to stop or resist, even the old man in charge shook his head in bitterness. He had already realized that for the First Continent, the disaster was far from reaching its peak.

The first one left.

That night, Xiaobao's wife Yan'er looked at the snow falling from the sky and knew that the First Sect had left. She gritted her teeth and wanted to take Xiaobao and her daughter to leave the First Continent, but she almost didn't.

The moment she cast the spell, the entire First Continent suddenly disappeared with the power of heaven and earth.

All the aura, all the boundless power, in an instant, seemed to be covered, as if blocked, completely disappeared, as if it had all been drained away.

The sudden disappearance of the power of heaven and earth caused the reaction of all the monks who are still in this first continent. Their expressions changed drastically, and a majestic coercion came suddenly, pressing on them, and at the same time, it filled their bodies

After practicing for many years, all the power that had belonged to their own cultivation, without any resistance or struggle, was squeezed out of the body and scattered in the world. And at this moment, they felt like they were knocked down from the mortal world and became...

mortal!

It was as if there was a huge cover covering the first continent at this moment, making it impossible for people inside to get out, and people outside dared not come in.

Because as soon as they step into the first continent, the monks immediately become mortals.

This incident caused a sensation in the entire Cangmang Sect. All the Nine Origin Supremes were dispatched and wandered outside the First Continent. Looking at the First Continent, they were shocked and at the same time felt trembling from the bottom of their hearts.

"Wrath of the sky!!" The old man in charge murmured, raised his head, looked at the sky, and looked at the starry sky. With his current cultivation level, he has already realized that the reason why the first continent is like this is because the entire starry sky seems to be like this.

There was strong ill will towards this place.

At the same time, there were too many monks who were good at prophecy and began to make deductions. This kind of deduction often had strong backlash, but these people's backlash got the answer they wanted with just a mouthful of blood.

"God's punishment!"

"Wrath of God!"

"Something that makes Cangmang angry appears on this first continent!"

"On the First Continent, a force is being born. This force will be the enemy of the entire Luotian Starry Sky!"

"This power must be isolated and all crises must be blocked. Otherwise, this power born from the First Continent will subvert the entire Luotian Starry Sky!"

After more and more such predictions were made, the First Continent was completely sealed.

And on this first continent, the monks who have now lost their cultivation are shivering in despair under the falling snowflakes. Yan'er here is laughing miserably, but there is no way to change it.

Xiaobao doesn't know the changes in his wife, but he can feel the approach of death. The world has changed, become strange, full of anger, and murderous.

As more and more people die, riots occur again and again. The more disasters occur, the more evil in human nature has the nutrients to grow.

As the entire continent fell, as the snowflakes fell, and as the temperature dropped, more and more people became corpses. Among the rest, some were alone outside, looking for ways to escape and survive.

But more of them formed one faction after another, living in caves and barely surviving.

The scarcity of food makes survival even more difficult. Often, a little food can make countless women do anything, and it can also make many people kill people with red eyes. In many places, stories of cannibalism have begun to spread.

And beautiful women, in this era, are often sad. Xiaobao's wife, after losing all her cultivation, took out a sharp knife and cut her own face, making her ugly.
Chapter completed!