Chapter 4788

After the two old men who made a living as storytellers appeared, they greeted everyone with a smile.

The battle outside was tense, but the city was still lively. There were crowds of people on the streets, and there were also shops and restaurants that were open.

The other people who lived here seemed to know the two of them and nodded kindly when they passed by.

The two old men blended into the life of the city. Even Ancient Tree King Giono did not notice it. Occasionally, when he passed by this place, he seemed to have a familiar feeling in his mind.

The door of the tavern was open, and the white-robed old man began his' daily 'business. As for the black-robed old man, he mainly made a living by telling Zi Chen's dark history. Of course, there was no room for him to live here, so he relied on the white-robed old man to support him.

On this day, the two of them found a very small tavern. It was said that it was opened by a native of the Tianwu Continent.

"Looks like we're going to witness another rise and fall."

The white-robed old man drank the wine in his bowl. The wine was strong and had a mellow fragrance. Although it could not be compared to those good wines, it was better at a fair price.

"Aren't we already used to it?"

The black-robed old man said indifferently, "The world is damaged, and the two of us are unemployed because of this. We can tour the world for countless years, isn't that great?"

The white-robed old man did not say anything, but he was filled with endless emotions.

The war in the current world was obviously different from the previous era. The current Spirit Race was incomparably disappointing in all aspects.

Fortunately, there was still Zi Chen, which gave the world a little flame of hope.

But how long could this flame of hope last?

Would it gradually extinguish like a candle flame?

Or would it burn fiercely like a single spark?

The old man could not guess, so he came here to see the direction of the current Spirit Race with his own eyes.

Perhaps, there would be no more Spirit Race in the future.

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Zi Chen walked out of his room and personally welcomed the arrival of a group of ancient Sacred Sages. He was very surprised and even a little overwhelmed by the favor.

One had to know that there should only be so many ancient Sacred Sages alive in the current world, but they had all come to his world.

This place was not like the other world, and the respect that should be shown was still necessary. Zi Chen cupped his fists and bowed to everyone, looking at them with anticipation.

Ning Hua went forward and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't look, no one broke through."

"Why?"

Zi Chen didn't understand. It had been many years since they left this world. According to everyone's talent, they should have reached the Demon Realm by now.

In such a situation, if a demon really appeared, it might be a magnificent feat to turn the tide.

"The Spirit Race has fallen, and the world's providence no longer favors us. The great dao has been forcefully divided into three parts. With the Spirit Realm constantly being eaten away, it will be extremely difficult to break through.

This is also the main reason why you haven't broken through yet! "

Ning Hua said, "But we didn't break through because of the illusory restrictions of heaven and earth."

Zi Chen was puzzled.

Ning Hua pointed to the sky and said, "The entire Spiritual Realm seems to be shrouded by a mysterious force, so everyone can't touch the so-called Demon Realm.

It's not just us, but also the God and Demon Races. "

This was only Ning Hua's guess. As for the specific reason, no one could say for sure.

But at the very least, Zi Chen knew why he couldn't cross the threshold.

"You have to speed up. Many people from the Demon Race have already broken through, and some of them are even existences from the same era as you."

Finally, Ning Hua said, "In order to prepare for the arrival of the final battle, we discussed before coming here. In the following time, we will wholeheartedly help you forge some weapons.

I heard that you have a lot of demon materials here. Take them out and we will do our best to forge more weapons before the final battle. "

"Okay!"

Zi Chen certainly didn't have any objections. This was a good thing that couldn't be asked for.

Among the original Holy Venerables, only Lei Di was able to condense a portion of demon bones. It was extremely difficult for others to do so. Only ancient Holy Venerables could completely condense demon bones.

Back in the other world, Zi Chen had the ability to condense demon bones. But after coming out, he couldn't. He could only look on as these good things remained motionless in front of him.

Zi Chen took out all the demon bones he had, not hiding anything. At this time, whether or not he could survive was still a question. There was no point in hoarding resources.

In this world, who could survive?

Probably everyone had hope, except for Zi Chen.

Zi Chen was very touched that others were willing to come at this time, especially these ancient Holy Venerables.

Not only did he take out the demon bones, but he also took out all the inner cores.

After that, Zi Chen continued to cultivate in seclusion. The ancient Holy Venerables began to condense all kinds of weapons. The Nine-Star Holy Spirits had yet to come out of seclusion, and those below Eight-Star were still fighting.

Every time the Gods and Demons invaded, they would return in failure. Their losses were not small, but they would be able to attack again very soon.

Not only did their morale not decrease, but the pressure on Zi Chen's side increased.

In other places, the flames of war continued, but the offensive weakened. This was because the Gods and Demons had transferred most of their forces to outside the Tianwu World.

The entire Saint Spirit Realm knew the reason. Some people were shocked. Zi Chen had only been in the Saint Spirit Realm for a few years and had only developed his own forces for a few years. How could he be so important to the Gods and Demons?

However, there were also many people who clapped and cheered. They felt that the heavens had opened their eyes. The arrogant Zi Chen was finally going to be unlucky.

Unknowingly, there were no traces of Nine-Star Holy Spirits in the entire Saint Spirit Realm. Everyone was trying to break through in seclusion.

However, there seemed to be a problem on the Spirit Race's side. Almost no one was breaking through.

On the contrary, the Gods and Demons, who had entered the Alternate World together, were breaking through one after another.

Finally, one day, a powerful aura surged out of Mo Zhengtian's room. Then, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged wildly. A pressure that belonged to a Holy Venerate spread out from the room.

Mo Zhengtian had become a Holy Venerate.

Similar scenes kept happening on the Demon Race and God Race's side.

As for the Gods and Demons, every additional Holy Venerate increased the pressure on the Spirit Race.

The Great Dao's favor that no one could see had already tilted.

In the small tavern, the white-robed elder who had just finished a day's work looked out of the window. He said, "It seems that everyone has sensed it."

With the appearance of the Gods and Demons' Holy Venerates, all the cultivators of the Spirit Race felt the pressure. At the same time, it was as if there were invisible shackles on their bodies, greatly affecting their cultivation speed.

At this moment, through the unseen perception, all the Nine-Star Holy Spirits understood what had happened.

The heavens and earth's favor for the Spirit Race was rapidly weakening. The Gods and Demons had snatched away the favor of the natural laws.

Therefore, the Gods and Demons' breakthroughs were exceptionally fast, but they were still unable to take that step.

However, it was already too late to realize this now. Everything could not be undone.

The Spirit Race's early retreat had led to the current situation.

Moreover, this was only the beginning. As time passed, existences of other levels would also gradually sense it.

Perhaps one day, if the Spirit Race wanted to become a One-Star Holy Spirit, they would have to cross a huge threshold.

The black-robed elder snorted and said, "You reap what you sow. It's too late to regret.

Now, with the current situation, it's even more difficult for the Spirit Race to become a Holy Venerate. Even ordinary Holy Venerates are like this, let alone Zi Chen.

I originally thought that with Zi Chen in this era, it would not be so insignificant. However, I did not expect that because of the suppression of the heavens and earth, Zi Chen would not even be qualified to become a Holy Venerate. "

The white-robed elder did not object this time. If this situation continued, without the favor of the heavens and earth, it would be impossible for Zi Chen to become a Holy Venerate.

Unless, a miracle happened.

However, when it came to the Great Dao of the heavens and earth, how could there be a miracle?

Even Zi Chen, the creator of miracles, could not create a miracle.

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In a place very far away from the Tianwu World, there was a mysterious mountain. It was surrounded by clouds all year round, and its true appearance could not be seen clearly.

Today, the aura of a Holy Venerate suddenly spread out from it.

Someone from the Spirit Race had broken through.

To be able to break through at this time was simply a miracle!

This was the Tianyan Peak.

Shang Ti, who had her eyes closed, opened her eyes after sensing the aura of a Holy Venerate. She turned around and looked in the direction of the Tianyan Peak. Suddenly, she said, "So the turning point is here."

A person walked out from the peak. Her white clothes fluttered in the wind like a fairy.

She was Su Mengyao.

Holy Venerate Su Mengyao.