Chapter 835 Open the Door, Zhuzhou Tian! (5300)

Yunzhou World is one hundred and eight thousand miles long from east to west, and fifty-six thousand miles from north to south, surrounded by a boundless sky and sea.

For a world, this size is absolutely insignificant, but it does not affect the large number of cultivators and the abundance of spiritual energy in this world.

According to legend, Yunzhou World was transformed from the wreckage of the Monchong giant ship cast by the Supreme Being of the Upper Realm after the war between the realms. On the day the ship fell, endless spiritual light swept across the broken remains of the surrounding worlds and condensed into a world of clouds and seas.

The paths of many immortals and gods who died in the ship remained in the world and turned into thirty-six great Dao inheritances. Therefore, the creatures in the world are born with magical powers. Now, they are innovating and emerging from scratch in just a few thousand years. The advent of Tribulation Transcending True Immortals has made Yunzhou World appear to be in a prosperous state.

The center of heaven and earth in Yunzhou World is also the former location of the bridge of the great ship. The area around the city now called 'Floating Mirror City' will occasionally materialize light curtain visions that can view every corner of this world. This is transformed from the monitoring magic circle in the former Monchong Yunzhou, which also makes Floating Mirror City a natural capital to control the world.

Floating Mirror City stands on the top of a high mountain, towering into the clouds, without any surrounding mountains or hills guarding it, as if it were a sharp sword tower, thrusting out of the heaven and earth out of thin air.

It is as high as thirteen thousand feet, so only cultivators exist in the city on the top of the mountain. If they are not cultivators, they simply cannot adapt to such an environment, and they cannot survive in a city without any mortal food.

Overlooking from a higher place, Floating Mirror City is heavily guarded. Not to mention the city wall giant formation that is hundreds of feet high and engraved with Vajra True Talismans every inch, the elite cultivator teams patrolling the city walls are enough to鎮kill all monsters and those who disobey. The leaders of this team are also powerhouses who have achieved the Nascent Soul True Person's Dao, not to mention the huge spirits condensed from the formations. In terms of mana and divine power, ordinary True Persons are difficult to compare.

Inside the city, Floating Mirror City has 1.3 million residents, the lowest of whom are Meridian Opening cultivators. Foundation Establishment cultivators can be seen everywhere, Golden Core True Persons are countless, and there are dozens of Nascent Soul Great Cultivators. The Floating Mirror City Lord is even a Tribulation Transcending True Immortal, enjoying the immortality certificate.

In the streets and alleys, all are true cultivators, and people come and go, all of whom are practitioners in armor and crowns.

In the shops and cargo buildings, there are rare divine gold and exotic iron from all over the world, as well as spiritual medicines and divine flowers from various treasure lands.

Here, you can find all the decent inheritances in Yunzhou World, and you can also taste all the delicacies within ten thousand miles of the country.

The strongest monks, the most beautiful beauties, the best magic weapons, and the most peculiar Taoism.

In Floating Mirror City in the center of this world, everything is available, representing the most prosperous and quintessential microcosm of the entire Yunzhou World.

And now, this city is on fire.

Nascent Soul Great Cultivator Chen Suran silently sat at the top of his mansion, staring at everything that was happening in front of him.

He saw a raging fire sweeping through three blocks, and many residents were using their magical powers to try to extinguish it, but how could the Samadhi True Fire, which was enough to burn out the soul and Taoism, be extinguished by ordinary means? Therefore, he could see the flames flying, and with a flick of the tongue, he dragged the cultivators and residents who dared to approach into it, completely burning them to ashes in screams, their souls destroyed.

He could see that behind the raging fire, at the mansion of another Nascent Soul True Person, a group of rioters broke into it, taking advantage of the absence of the master to wantonly burn,殺kill, and loot. The old servants and maids in the mansion all had their heads fall to the ground between the rise and fall of the knives, just like slaughtering pigs and dogs.

For a time, the once quiet and elegant manor was splashed with streaks of bright red blood, and there were even screams that were almost like虐killing, which were the sounds of rioters who were red-eyed and laughing wildly, inflicting their violence and desires on those weak who could not resist.

He could also see that above this Floating Mirror City, dozens of Nascent Soul Great Cultivators were fighting in pairs, and the thunderous roars that shook the heavens and earth were enough to spread throughout the entire Yunzhou World, and the blazing lightning split the sky, igniting the clouds, shattering time and space, causing spiritual cracks to bloom in the heaven and earth like spider webs.

A Nascent Soul Great Cultivator noticed that his family members in Floating Mirror City were being虐killed by rioters. No matter how much he broke through the limits of heaven and man and achieved the Nascent Soul position, his mind was still moved, even furious. This flaw was immediately seized by his opponent, and with a loud laugh, he blasted him down the clouds.

The black-haired and white-clothed True Person raised his head, and Chen Suran stared at the outside world, in the boundless void sea.

There, there are two living True Immortals who are confronting each other from afar, causing the heaven and earth to be stained with two different colors.

It was precisely the will of the two True Immortals that set off the turbulence that swept through the entire Yunzhou World, causing many large clans and aristocratic families to fight in pairs, causing the once peaceful world to be turbulent, and no longer had any peace.

Lowering his eyes, under the Floating Mirror City at the top of the world, the entire Yunzhou World also fell into war—the human world is now a hundred ghosts walking at night, demons and monsters are rampant in the world, and farmers and civilians fall like crops being cut down by a sickle, and countless brutal and ferocious monks are 厮殺slaughtering each other.

In just a few dozen days, the originally prosperous Yunzhou World was already full of bones and rivers of blood.

Ordinary mortals, like ants and insects, want to leave their homes with their meager belongings and seek a place where they can be slightly at peace... but how is this possible? The entire world has long become a vast and bloody hunting ground, and even practitioners cannot guarantee that they can survive, let alone those who have no power at all?

Without Nascent Soul Great Cultivators, just a Golden Core cultivator or a few Innate Foundation Establishment practitioners, as long as they are tired from fighting or want to take a shortcut, they can 殺kill all living beings within hundreds or thousands of days and absorb their flesh and soul power to restore their energy.

Even, it has become a common method.

The ugliness of human nature is completely exposed here.

This is the current Yunzhou World—a chaotic hell, a completely chaotic world, a world where all order has been lost, and all the strong have abandoned their faces and dignity, and devoted everything to 厮殺and fighting.

Chen Suran is a Nascent Soul Great True Person. In other worlds, he is also a Land Immortal who exists with the world. He only needs to take one more step forward to transcend the tribulation and ascend to immortality, and achieve the immortal True Immortal status.

But now, facing this chaotic chaos, Chen Suran can only barely protect himself and protect his family's peace.

[Why, why... why is it so?] He couldn't help but whisper to himself, then smiled bitterly and shook his head, reaching out to comfort his wife and children in the mansion, so that they would not tremble because of the earth-shattering shouts of killing outside.

This question is really too stupid.

——It should be so!

Why else?

Because the two True Immortals want to decide the winner, to decide the true Lord of Yunzhou World, to truly transform a world into their own magic weapon, to return to the original source, and to re-煉refine the Yunzhou World into the Monchong giant ship that once conquered all the worlds in the Upper Realm.

Therefore, all the forces belonging to each side are 厮殺ing, fighting, destroying each other.

The dispute between the two True Immortals, even if it is just a confrontation, the aftermath when the wind sweeps to the lower realm is enough to make the heaven and earth turbulent, and everyone has to take sides and express their loyalty to each other.

What's more, isn't killing and plundering the enemy's resources also one's own opportunity? The high-ranking masters and True Persons in the past are no more noble than anyone else at this moment. They tremble in fear of the True Immortal's anger, and may even fall due to the battle between them. Wouldn't it be just right for them to fill their positions?

As for mortals?

Anyway, they can't all die.

Yunzhou World has no dreams.

In the world, the strong are respected—the entire Yunzhou World, those who do not become Nascent Souls are all ants. Even if they become Nascent Souls and exist with the world, they are not much better than large stink bugs in front of a real True Immortal.

Meridian Opening cultivators have the right to exempt taxes and enclose land; Foundation Establishment Innates can establish families, rule cities, and turn the surrounding grasslands and forests into their own.

Golden Core True Persons should be the lords of a country, and can turn the people of a country into servants to plant spiritual medicines and build gardens for themselves, and incorporate famous mountains and rivers into their own. They can also establish sects and become the masters of that sect.

And Nascent Soul True Persons, breaking through the limits of heaven and man, can live high in the sky and overlook the world.

Layer upon layer of exploitation, layer upon layer of power. In the eyes of the higher-level monks, the lower-level monks are really tools.

Dream?

You can't even become a monk, what other dreams do you want to have?!

Two Nascent Soul True Persons made a bet in the sky, and they could overturn ten countries in the mortal world, causing demons to run rampant and demons to wreak havoc in the ten countries, and even gather crowds to attack cities. Hundreds of thousands of people died tragically as a result, and there were cries of despair everywhere. The people in the folk were even more unable to live, suffering and withering—and all of this was only because of a sentence from two 'Great Cultivators' who had nothing to do after eating their fill.

[Sure enough, the current monks lack martial virtue because they live too comfortably.]

[Indeed, but I think, rather than saying that they live too comfortably, it is better to say that there is no pressure, so there is not enough motivation.]

[Give them some.]

Chen Suran was a citizen of the Ten Kingdoms in the past.

He still remembered that at that time, he, his brother, and his father were working in the fields of a Foundation Establishment cultivator named Master Yuan. Half of the city's residents were serving the Yuan family's Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Although life was hard, it was not bad. At least there was the protection of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the demons in the mountains and forests and the wild spirits in the wilderness could not threaten them.

If you go to other places to reclaim wasteland, you have to face this monster who doesn't spit out bones, this wood sprite that can instantly occupy the field you have finally cultivated... If you don't become a monk, you can't even farm.

However, with the protection of cultivators, you don't have to worry about the weather or fertilizer. You only need to work for the masters in peace, and you can at least enjoy the superficial peace.

But since the two Nascent Soul True Persons降下了神念 (jiangxia le shennian, descended their divine thoughts), the sharply increased demons and wild spirits completely destroyed this superficial peace.

Chen Suran's father died at the hands of a wild boar demon that invaded the farm, and his head was completely gnawed out. His brother was made into a flesh puppet by the local Yuan family's cultivator master when the demons attacked the city to guard the city.

Chen Suran, as the only male in the family, took over the duties of his father and brother and fled to the south with his old mother and several younger sisters.

But on the way, horse bandits who bullied the weak and feared the strong, who did not dare to loot the修士 (xiushi, cultivator)'s granary, but dared to attack the starving people,砍 (kan, chopped) his old mother to death with one knife, and kidnapped his younger sister. When Chen Suran desperately resisted and roared, he was砍 (kan, chopped) down again with one knife.

What exactly was the ending of his younger sister?

Chen Suran doesn't know now.

Is it bitter?

Just so-so.

In this big world, there are millions of people who are more苦 (ku, bitter) than Chen Suran.

Even without monks or demons, there would still be great droughts and famines. At that time, countless starving people would still have to flee thousands of miles, still have to eat all the grass and trees, still have to易子而食 (yizi er shi, exchange children to eat), and there would still be bandits and恶盗 (edao, evil thieves) of all kinds, who would squeeze their bones and blood clean before they would give up.

Chen Suran just hates—he hates that he is not a monk, he hates that he is not the one who loots others, he hates that he has no power, and he can only be taken away by others, by this heaven and earth, but he can never retaliate.

Therefore, after recovering from his serious injuries and picking up a life, he strengthened his heart and tried his best to obtain a cultivation method, and spent a long time cultivating into Foundation Establishment, unscrupulously抢夺 (qiangduo, seizing) a chance in this world.

Burning,殺killing,抢掠 (qiangling, looting), acting tyrannically, kowtowing to the strong, and glaring at the weak...

When he himself really started to do this, Chen Suran realized.

——Really, it's so爽 (shuang, refreshing).

Is this the feeling of a monk? Is this the feeling of being high above others? Is this the feeling of controlling other people's lives and deaths with every word and deed, and being able to kill them if you think that person is annoying, this feeling of freedom and ease?

It turns out that in the past, I lived like a puppet...

Although low-level monks are still puppets to higher-level True Persons, as long as they become stronger, everything in this world will eventually become puppets in his掌 (zhang, palm)!

Chen Suran's heart was already dead at that time—he would no longer dream of a peaceful and prosperous world, dream of a home where his parents were alive, dream of that brother who took care of him, dream of that younger sister who would娇 (jiao, act spoiled) with him.

What's the use of dreaming about these things?

It can't improve the realm, nor can it strengthen magical powers.

The world is in chaos? What does it matter. What if hundreds of thousands or millions of mortal people die, what if thousands or tens of thousands of ordinary monks die, what if dozens of families断绝传承 (duanjue chuancheng, cut off their inheritance), what if ten countries collapse?

Without great chaos, there is no opportunity. What's wrong with great chaos? What if all the people of the Ten Kingdoms die? As long as a few Golden Core cultivators and one Nascent Soul Great Cultivator can emerge from it, then so be it.

Do you really think that the people in other places won't生 (sheng, give birth)?

Because of this, Chen Suran bowed down sincerely when he met the two Nascent Soul前辈 (qianbei, senior) who made the bet with him after achieving Golden Core.

It was precisely because they broke the world order of the Ten Kingdoms and burst out endless chaotic vitality that Chen Suran, a fated mortal, could fight all the way to the present, achieve the position of Golden Core, and even look up to the higher and more distant Nascent Soul fruit position.

At that time, he indeed thanked them from the bottom of his heart with a smile on his face.

——It was you who gave me this一线天机 (yixiantianji, glimmer of heavenly secrets), the grace of becoming a Tao.

Although this does not affect Chen Suran using all means to坑 (keng, pit) and 殺kill those two Nascent Souls in the thousands of years to come after achieving Nascent Soul, and even屠灭 (tumie, slaughter) all their bloodline inheritance left in the folk, that is another matter.

He has fallen into轮回 (lunhui, reincarnation).

Even now, he has become a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, but he still cannot escape this轮回 (lunhui, reincarnation).

At this moment, Chen Suran did not participate in the Nascent Soul war that was争夺 (zhengduo, fighting for) the sovereignty of Floating Mirror City—not because he suddenly changed his mind and did not争 (zheng, fight) anymore, but because he had a little brain and could see that the battle at this time was meaningless.

The two True Immortals in the sky have not yet taken action. The fighting below looks lively and热闹 (rena, lively), but in fact, all the Nascent Souls have not exerted their full strength. They are all watching and acting like clowns.

[悠悠万载 (youyou wanzai, countless eons)]

Looking up at the sky, he couldn't help but sigh: [Still a puppet?]

At this moment, the man's eyes, the magical power of '洞幽十方观天瞳 (dongyou shifang guantian tong, penetrating and profound ten directions observing heaven eye)', seemed to be above this world.

He could see that disasters were raging in the world, the people were unable to live, wars were breaking out everywhere, the wilderness was full of bones, and the rivers were filled with corpses. The cruelty of食人虐杀 (shiren nue殺, cannibalistic虐killing) hidden in the dark and happening in remote rural areas, and the bloodiness of taking souls and剔骨 (tigu, removing bones) from people as materials, were even more countless.

Heaven and earth are prisons, and the mortal world is a sea of bitterness.

The ocean is endless, and even immortals and gods cannot cross it.

[仙人 (xianren, immortals) ah...]

Raising his eyes, Chen Suran at this moment finally舍弃 (sheqi, abandoned) the fear in his heart.

He raised his head, his gaze penetrated the太虚 (taixu, void), and fell straight on the two True Immortals outside the sky!

Then, the man saw two indifferent eyes.

Outside the heaven and earth, in the太虚 (taixu, void), the two True Immortals confronting each other from afar showed no signs of wanting to fight each other. They were just looking down at the heaven and earth across the endless time and space, looking down at the endless turmoil of this Yunzhou World, as if looking down at their home courtyard.

The eyes of the immortals had no pity, nor did they have快意 (kuaiyi, delight). They were not moved by any tragic scenes, and they did not show even the slightest kindness, nor would they smile at any bloody killing, and they did not express any微末 (weimo, slightest) agreement with those暴行 (baoxing, atrocities).

They were just watching, looking down, and eternally凝望 (ningwang, gazing) at this world—凝望 (ningwang, gazing) here, waiting for a new奇 (qi, novelty) that they had never seen before, a possibility that they had never imagined, to流转 (liuzhuan, circulate) from this chaotic turmoil.

Whether it was those warriors who intended to break the枷锁 (jiashuo, shackles) and angrily指天怒斥 (zhitian nuchi, rebuke the sky), or those who跪地俯首 (guidi fushou, knelt down and bowed their heads) and obeyed this endless chaos, they were all expecting.

——Can any同道 (tongdao, fellow traveler) stand out from this endless劫难 (jienan, tribulation)?

Above the clouds, above the high sky, on layer after layer of clouds and seas, the immortals stepped on the stars and silently凝望 (ningwang, gazing) at this萧瑟 (xiaose, bleak) world.

Therefore, the world is in great chaos.

It is the劫 (jie, tribulation) of becoming immortal.

[So, is that so...]

His eyes were刺痛 (citong, stinging), his神通 (shentong, magical powers) were破碎 (posui, shattered), and Chen Suran's body sitting cross-legged on his mansion shook slightly, and淡青色 (danqingse, light cyan) blood and tears flowed down.

But the monk didn't care about this at all. He just喃喃自语 (nannan ziyu, muttered to himself), his heart一片黯淡 (yipian andan, completely dim): [So...仙人 (xianren, immortals) are no different...]

[Heaven and earth are棋盘 (qipan, chessboards), and all living beings are棋子 (qizi, chess pieces)...]

[I thought there would be some difference...]

It's not because he is blind.

Chen Suran's heart dimmed, he垂下头 (chuixiatou, lowered his head), and he only felt that everything became pitch black: [I thought... immortals could be a little different...]

For the first time, he felt the despair of being trapped in deep water, unable to break free, unable to breathe, and only able to沉沦永劫 (chenlunyongjie, sink into eternal tribulation).

Until a ray of light came, suddenly illuminating the darkness.

"Stop, Zhuzhou Tian!"

The void next to Yunzhou World suddenly transmitted a sound that震荡虚空 (zhendang xukong, shook the void), like a thunderclap.

As if some庞然巨物 (pangran juwu, gigantic behemoth) was轰鸣而来 (hongming er lai, roaring over).

In an instant, the two immortals also震 (zhen, shook), unable to maintain that淡薄 (danbo, indifferent) mentality, but instead 環 (huan, looked around) in surprise and doubt,茫然无措 (mangran wucuo, at a loss).

[Who is it?! Pretending to be a ghost!]

[Which同道 (tongdao, fellow cultivator), why not show yourself and have a talk!]

They said solemnly, their神念 (shennian, divine thoughts)扫荡 (saodang, swept) the void, but to no avail.

They could only hear, another even more solemn voice sounded, bringing a隆隆 (longlong, rumbling) sound like a battleship speeding and breaking through the void—and they could even vaguely hear an刺耳 (cieri, ear-piercing) '滴度滴度 (didudidu)' sound, like a警笛 (jingdi, siren).

"Yunzhou World, Miaoxingzi, Talong Daoren!"

"You two are suspected of hindering all living beings from dreaming. Come with us for a trip!"