Immortal Martial God

Chapter 1840 Stand Still

Chapter 1840 Stand Still

For the next four days, everyone was waiting. On the fifth day, at dawn, an incomparably large spatial passageway appeared in the sky.

Everyone excitedly shouted as they stepped onto the flying ship and headed towards the spatial passageway.

Xiang Nan and the others were responsible for staying behind and finishing up, while also protecting the last batch of evacuees.

Xiang Nan discussed with Big Snake about what he would do in the next year.

First of all, the first thing was not easy. It was to fight the pseudo-gods to the end. If they were not expelled from their dreams, they would never give up.

The second thing was the prerequisite for completing the first thing, and that was to raise one's cultivation level.

The serpent said, "It's a good thing that the multiverse is reintegrated into the primordial universe. At the very least, the World Devastating Divine Lightning is easy to find."

"The World Devastating Divine Lightning scattered in various planes is now forced to exist in the same plane. It is easier for me to sense their existence."

Xiang Nan nodded and said, "Right now, I only have the second level of Heavenly Tribulation. I have to hurry up and upgrade to the ninth level of Heavenly Tribulation."

"Can you feel the divine lightning now?"

The serpent shook its head, "The universe is too far away. It will only take a few days to move. My perceptual range is not that large. I need to get closer."

Just flying for a second was 600,000 li, and flying for a day was 51.8 billion li in the so-called One Light Sky.

Fifty billion kilometers! Even Bai He's terrifying strength back then could only sense a distance of tens of thousands of kilometers.

There was another matter that was still pending in Xiang Nan's heart. He looked forward to seeing the beginning of the month. On the one hand, he wanted to have a good chat with this mysterious great figure.

On the other hand, he had taken Guan Xiao away at the beginning of that month, and there was no news back today. He had to find a way to know Guan Xiao's current situation.

The great retreat finally came to an end.

Xiang Nan and the others stepped onto the last flying ship and sadly looked back at their hometown before reluctantly entering the spatial passageway.

Not everyone had the chance to see the dense flying ships advancing through the boundless void.

The curiosity about the void caused everyone to feel less worried about leaving their homeland.

Especially Long Qian'er, who was lying on the light screen on the deck of the flying ship. She stared curiously at the empty darkness outside and said, "Hey, Xiang Nan, there's nothing outside. It's even more empty than the universe."

This Long Qian'er didn't like to call Xiang Nan Master. Xiang Nan didn't care about this. The two of them were about the same age, so it was a bit awkward to call Xiang Nan Master all day long.

Although Xiao Jun was a romantic prodigal son, ever since he found out that Long Qian'er was Xiang Nan's disciple, he hadn't had any ill intentions towards Long Qian'er.

This brat is very beautiful, but he also has a bottom line.

In his own words, he had never played with the feelings of any girl. He had paid his true love to every girl, but his true love was kept warm for a short time.

After the fleet entered the vast whirlpool space world, there were already people inside who were taking care of it.

When the Haoran Sect, the Starsea Sect, the Star Guild, and the others saw Xiang Nan, their hearts were filled with confidence.

Xiang Nan's return meant that there was still hope for them to turn around. This was a man who was good at creating and had already created many miracles.

Unfortunately, Xiang Nan could not find the beginning of the month.

Shi Beihong said that at the beginning of the month, he had brought a large number of demons with him to search around the universe seeds to find out about the "Master God Sculpture".

The so-called Master God sculpture did not mean that the sculpture was created by the Master God.

Rather, each pseudo-god possessed numerous sculptures. One of the most important sculptures was the one that could gather the power of faith from other scattered sculptures.

For example, it was impossible for believers on the Cang Lan Continent to return to the Cang Hai Realm every seven days to worship sculptures. They had also built numerous sculptures on the Cang Lan Continent. As long as they worshipped these "distraction sculptures", the Master God Sculpture would be able to gather the power of faith.

"That's why." Xiang Nan said thoughtfully, "Using filthy power can pollute the Master God Sculpture. This move is very high."

Shi Beihong smiled and said, "This is still an idea that Feng Xuan came up with. We have already started to work hard on it."

Xiang Nan thought for a moment and said, "Back then, there should still be people from the Bai Clan who survived, right?"

Shi Beihong took a deep look at Xiang Nan and said, "I know that you will still think of them in your heart. That's right, there are still quite a few Bai Clan members, as well as the disciples of the Bai Clan and the sect that followed them back then, who are still alive here."

"Out of anger towards them, and out of the final judgment, those people have been shattered and lost their strength. At this moment, they are all living in the'slums'."

"If you want to see them, go there and look for them."

Xiang Nan was famous for his direction. He first handed Long Qian'er over to Shi Beihong, while he flew to the so-called slums.

Back then, the Bai Clan was very powerful. Apart from the Bai Clan's own clansmen, there were also many other clansmen who were attached to the Bai Clan, including large and small sects.

After the World Extermination War, many of these people also survived. Just as Shi Beihong said, the world felt incomparably furious towards this group of people and abolished their realms.

The refugee area is located in a desolate area and underground.

The ground was covered with a large metal cage that stretched for thousands of kilometers, laid flat on the ground, and under the cage, an underground world was hollowed out, known as a slum.

Xiang Nan walked on the wet, muddy slum road, surrounded by a bleak scene.

On both sides of the street, there were drunken martial artists lying everywhere. They used to be glorious and arrogant, but now they were so desolate that they didn't even have the slightest bit of strength.

Some people are drunk all day long, while others are walking corpses with expressionless faces.

These brilliant people had passed the greatest turning point in their lives. They had gone from being high and mighty Hegemons to being banished destitute people.

And it was precisely Xiang Nan who caused all of this.

Xiang Nan could no longer tell who was from the Bai Clan and who was an outsider martial artist. These people had undergone earth-shattering changes and suffered heavy losses. At this moment, they were even more depressed and incomparably dispirited.

There were people fighting everywhere, fighting over a piece of fresh meat.

The people of the world were also very stingy about the food supply in the slums. These people who lived in the slums all year round ate leftovers and moldy food that was inferior to pig food.

Xiang Nan wore a black cloak and his face was shrouded in shadows.

He couldn't laugh out loud. Although these people deserved their sins, he really couldn't laugh out loud. Perhaps, a ragged beggar passed by him. He was a relative who was connected to his bloodline, a former member of the Bai Clan.

He walked on the dark and moist streets, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, stepping on mud and stagnant water.

A woman's scream came from a dark corner.

Seven or eight strong men were desperately beating and kicking the woman, seizing the only piece of moldy steamed bun in her hand that was emitting a stench.

"Don't steal my steamed buns. I've been hungry for five days and five nights. Please."

The woman was dressed in rags and her hair was strands of mud. There were countless holes in her clothes. What was exposed was not her smooth, snow-like skin, but her body that was dyed black by mud and dirty water.

She knelt on the ground, choked up, reluctantly grabbing onto a small side of the steamed bun. She bit her lips, tears falling down her cheeks.

There was no need for those sturdy men to care about this. One of them kicked the woman in the stomach and kicked her out, causing her to tremble in the corner of the wall.

Everyone took the steamed buns and shook them. "Little bitch, I'm going to get some steamed buns to exchange for wine. How dare you not give it to me!" They said.

After saying that, they left.

The girl hugged her legs and buried her face in her knees, crying.

From her tattered clothes, it could be seen that she was incredibly thin. It was unknown how many times this kind of scene had happened after starving for several days.

When someone who was distributing food passed by her side, they even viciously spat out a mouthful of saliva.

She was just so scared that she quietly moved away a little.

Xiang Nan's heart softened. He couldn't bear it anymore. He took out a roasted chicken from his bosom and walked over. He handed it to the girl and said, "Here."

The girl suddenly lost her mind when she smelled the fragrance and grabbed the roasted chicken.

But when she looked up and saw Xiang Nan's face in the shadows, she was stunned.

Xiang Nan was also stunned. This almost unrecognizable face that was contaminated with mud made him somewhat familiar.

The girl loosened her grip on the roasted chicken and ran away.

Xiang Nan hurriedly chased after him, "Stop! Wait!"

The girl covered her face and ran while shouting in panic, "Don't come over. Don't follow me. I don't want you to see me like this."

Xiang Nan was anxious and shouted, "Jiang Xue Lu, stop!"