franphil Chapter 266 300 Years in the Western Continent
Chapter 266 300 Years in the Western Continent
Chapter 266 300 Years in the Western Continent
Despite the audience's self-restraint, Shael's appetite was not revealed. He suppressed the dark side of his heart well, and did not even notice the top-level level 2 seal artifact, "Crawling Hunger," how dangerous the monster crouching against the wall was.
Klein was also temporarily affected by the psychological invisibility, downplaying his importance to Shael and treating him as an unimportant NPC character who appeared randomly on the road, with no health bar or bounty. On the contrary, Danitz, the elite monster, was forced to bear too much pressure that he shouldn't have to bear.
It doesn't mean anything.
After watching for a while, Xia Er turned and left. He had no intention of acknowledging Klein or finding an excuse to join a group tour. That would only make their journey more boring. In comparison, it would be more interesting to do things on their own.
He strolled to the beach, looked at the vast ocean, confirmed his direction, and then simply drew a rune array on the ground. In the center of the runes was a cold eye without eyelashes. The ritual was directed at the hidden sage by default. As the spirituality was activated, the drawn eye blinked, and the gate to the spirit world opened.
Xia'er teleported directly to the nearest island, Bansi.
"It's still a bit troublesome."
"Next time, it'll be easier to inscribe the runestones in advance."
He grumbled and then walked in the direction he remembered, the former ruins now transformed into the telegraph office of Bansi Port.
The two staff members on duty, a man and a woman, along with the customers coming and going, all ignored Xia Er as she walked in, hugging the wall. Xia Er politely asked the lady at the front desk, "Excuse me, where is the archives?"
"The third room on the left."
The woman answered Chael's question and then went on with her own business.
Thank you.
He nodded and walked straight into the third room on the left, where he saw the archives filled with thick, densely packed documents.
In situations like this, just go with your inspiration and choose something that makes you uncomfortable.
He easily found what he needed: a collection of telegrams, accumulated over the years and forwarded to Xia Er, all piled up in a corner of the room, covered in dust and looking rather old.
He picked up the first letter, though it might not be the first in the true sense, as there were probably quite a few files here that had been destroyed by accident.
"The first day of the Lunar New Year".
"I am glad to use this calendar again. The retro and traditional lifestyle of the Western Continent is more touching than that of the Northern Continent. But unfortunately, I can no longer enjoy the various etiquettes or customs, whether advanced or feudal. The great battle here, which takes place every three hundred years, can easily erase all my luck and smugness."
"I even feel that using this somewhat childish speaking style is a way to relax the mind."
"Getting back to the main point, why 300 years?"
"Because 300 years is exactly the time it takes for a generation of Dao-harmonizing beings to perish."
"As long as saints exist, great thieves will never cease. Although this may disappoint you, those who, without any extraordinary characteristics, rely solely on the path of source matter and the pollution of source matter to reach a point close to the Dao are all the most wicked among the wicked."
"The rules of the game here dictate that only the most ruthless, cunning, and unscrupulous cultivators can reach this point by stepping over the corpses of other cultivators."
"Not relying on potions or extraordinary characteristics, but coming into contact with the source matter is itself a huge challenge to humanity. The Dao merger's mental state is extremely poor. In life, they have to suppress the riots of the source matter. After death, their soul will merge into the source matter and suffer eternal torment until the last bit of spirit or spiritual light is worn away. Their lifespan is basically less than 300 years."
"Even if their source essence didn't surge before they died, these Dao Integration cultivators would still have surged source essence!"
"I now understand why the River of Eternal Darkness could influence the Phoenix Ancestor, Greta Garley, in the Second Era, and why it could combine internal and external forces to penetrate through the Celestial Venerable Barrier and create a tributary, and why even though there are several Dao Masters in the Western Continent, they still need to join forces to suppress the City of Calamity."
"This place is a battlefield."
"When the Dao Masters were alive, people died on the Western Continent; when the Dao Masters were on the verge of death, people died on the Western Continent; and when new Dao Masters appeared, people still died on the Western Continent."
"If the Western Continent didn't have the Mother Nest, I truly believe that humanity would have perished long ago in countless disasters. The fact that we can still live like ants is a testament to the blessings of 'Mother.'"
"The large-scale divine war that occurs once every 300 years is not a simple standoff, but a true battle of life and death, which is basically unseen in the northern and southern continents."
"Because of...extraordinary characteristics."
"Extraordinary traits of Sequence 2 and above are not found in some sects in the Western Continent, while a very few sects have 1 to 2 of them."
"This leads to a bad result: some Dao Integration cultivators can only live for 200 to 300 years, but some Dao Integration cultivators can rely on the extraordinary characteristics of high sequence to survive the erosion of source matter for a longer time, and even expand their control over source matter as time accumulates, gradually leaving other Dao Integration cultivators behind."
"This is unacceptable."
"Therefore, there will be a divine war every 300 years, and those dying Dao-mergers will take away the other Dao-mergers."
"The intensity of the war was brutal. The 300 years of rule by several Dao Masters had accumulated too much blood and hatred. The Dao Masters knew that they could only live for 300 years, and their relatives and vassals also knew that they only had 300 years left. So, the war was suppressed from the top down, and the intensity of the war was even more brutal than the war between the ancient Sun God and the Redemption Rose."
"The Eastern Continent was destroyed only once, while the Western Continent is destroyed every 300 years."
"My initial plan has also fallen apart. Our predictions were correct. The Western Continent did not excessively reject our return. The elves and the people of the Western Continent are of the same origin."
"But the long-term plan of fantasizing about using a Sequence 1 characteristic to walk the path of source matter in the Western Continent will completely fail. The Western Continent will not mind having another vassal state, but the great purge that occurs every 300 years will not be able to be escaped by anyone, including the high and mighty Dao cultivators. This is a hell where even true gods will be dragged down from their altars and skinned alive."
"Now, you may understand why the last Dao Integration Masters of the Western Continent that we know of are basically the mixed products of the consciousness of previous Dao Integration Masters. It's like the most vicious curse. Only the Gu nurtured through Battle Royale has enough accumulation and mental strength to suppress these mixed consciousnesses."
"When I came to this cursed land, I felt that the survivors of the Eastern Continent were so happy."
"The people of Moon City only need to eat the corpses of monsters, endure the deformities of their bodies and the dark, sunless life. The people of the Western Continent eat the corpses of their own kind, eat people, and cook with broken bones. Only by devouring each other and raising the most poisonous Gu can they avoid being poisoned by the source matter so quickly and lead their civilization through three hundred years of bloodshed."