In the southwest of Yunling Province, there was a towering snowy mountain. This snowy mountain was where the ancient religion, Heavenly Thunder Palace, was located.
Heavenly Thunder Palace, Longyang Temple, and Shang Jing University were listed as the three sacred grounds of the human race.
Heavenly Thunder Palace's disciples rarely appeared in the world, so they weren't very famous. However, no one dared to underestimate their strength, because the previous Saint of Heavenly Thunder Palace had passed away only ten years ago. Saints had their own unique inheritance system. If there were no accidents, a new Saint would be born soon.
The ancient religion's cultivators focused on asceticism. They specifically looked for places with harsh living conditions to hone their bodies and minds. This was deeply related to the evolution of species. Therefore, the ascetic cultivators' strength was far above ordinary physical warriors.
Heavenly Thunder Palace didn't have any luxurious buildings. The disciples were scattered all over the snowy mountain. They took care of their own food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Other than the stone tower used to store ancient books, the rest of the disciples were built with crushed stones or ice on the snowy mountain as shelter.
Halfway up a snowy mountain, a woman in white stood beside a simple stone house. In front of her was a corpse.
Outside the house stood a skinny lama wrapped in a long robe. The cold wind whistled, but it always avoided them.
The woman raised the dagger in her hand. Traces of light flashed. On the dagger, there was a small figure struggling in pain.
She seemed to want to make a move on the corpse, but hesitated in midair.
"Why don't I do it for you?" the skinny lama asked.
The girl said coldly, "This guy's body has already reached the legendary Vajra Realm. Other than some origin power, I'm afraid there's nothing that can hurt him. Even if it's just a half-dead corpse, you can't do anything to him."
The skinny lama said with a hoarse voice, "Although I'm weak, you have the Abyss Dagger in your hand. There aren't many things in this world that can resist the power of the Abyss Dagger!"
The girl's face turned cold again, "Since you know you're weak, then get lost. I can kill him whenever I want. It's not up to you to tell me what to do!"
A cold light flashed in the skinny lama's eyes, but he didn't say anything. He turned around and left.
The girl turned around and stared at the corpse for a while. Her expression kept changing. In the end, she picked up the corpse and climbed to the top of the snowy mountain. She placed the corpse on a white jade-like rock.
After hesitating, she opened her mouth and spat out a wisp of silver white smoke.
The smoke slowly penetrated into the forehead of the "corpse". One could see the corpse was filling up at a speed visible to the naked eye. The girl's face expression was obviously a bit dispirited. the girl.
After a long time, she trembled violently and cut off the transmission of energy. She looked at the "corpse" in front of her that had become stalwart again and sighed softly. She turned around and staggered away.
After a long time, the skinny lama silently appeared on the top of the mountain. He pulled out a scimitar embedded with jewels from his waist and slashed at the corpse. Accompanied by the sound of metal clashing, the corpse on the ground was intact, but the dagger immediately broke.
His expression did not change. He casually tossed the dagger aside and pointed with his finger. A wisp of black mist shot out. The ice on the ground quickly melted under the black mist. The black mist was obviously highly corrosive, but the corpse did not change at all.
After that, the black-robed man tried all sorts of methods, but he was unable to damage the corpse at all. Even the hardest material in the world seemed to be unable to compare to this corpse.
After a long time, he murmured, "It really is an indestructible body!"
He muttered to himself for a while. Then he took out five black needles from his pocket and inserted them into the four limbs and the head of the corpse. He didn't know what these black needles were made of. They turned into black smoke as soon as they came into contact with the corpse. But it wasn't smoke. Instead, it was countless small insects that couldn't be seen with the naked eye. They attached themselves to the skin and slowly penetrated inside.
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The next day, the caravan set off again. After traveling for about an hour, they arrived at a small county town.
This small town was called Deyuan County. Although it was only a small town, its geographical location was very important. Less than ten miles to the south was the second largest territory of the human race, the Great Swamp Country. To the west was the central war zone of the human race and the beasts. A large amount of materials needed to be transported to the central war zone through here. Zhang Gui's caravan was transporting a batch of armor and equipment to the central war zone.
The county town was very lively. The traffic was like shuttling back and forth. There were many shops, restaurants, and relay stations. Most of them were body technique dojos. The closer to the war zone, the more people advocated martial arts.
The caravan entered a relay station. Luo Kai and Zhang Gui thanked them and left.
This was the first time he came to a human city after leaving the cemetery. Walking on the bustling streets, he felt a sense of incompatibility. He vaguely felt that he was no longer in the same world as them.
The heartbeat, pulse, and even simple psychological fluctuations of the people around him were clearly reflected in his mind. When you could perceive other people's thoughts, there would no longer be any secrets in human society. Then what was the point of living in this society?
In the relay station, Zhang Wenqian stared at Luo Kai's back from the window on the second floor. She said, "Second Uncle, this person is a little strange."
Zhang Gui nodded and said, "I felt that he was different from the others at the ferry. Although his clothes were tattered, there was not a speck of dust on his body. Even his bare feet were not stained by any dirt. This person is definitely not ordinary. That's why I went up to befriend him."
Zhang Wenqian murmured, "I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."
She frowned and thought for a while. Suddenly, a shocked expression appeared on her face. She hurriedly said, "Second Uncle, do you still remember his appearance?"
Zhang Gui was stunned on the spot. He suddenly realized that the image of the person who had just left in front of him was fading away bit by bit. The moment he wanted to recall it, it disappeared without a trace. The shock in his heart could not be any greater. "This … what is going on?"
"Legend has it that when one's cultivation reaches a certain level, he can use his words to make the world follow his will. As long as he doesn't want us to remember it, we can't remember it!"
Zhang Wenqian's expression was complicated. She was mostly frightened, but also a little excited and expectant.
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Luo Kai was aimlessly walking around the county. A strong smell of wine drifted over. He followed the smell to a restaurant. The restaurant was not big, but the business was very good. There was a plaque hanging on the door with the words "Rosemary" written on it. He instinctively touched his pocket, but it was empty.
When he was thinking about how to make some money, there was a sudden commotion on the street. A voice shouted, "Catch the thief! Damn it, stop!"
He saw a group of tall men rushing over. In front of this group of people, there was a small man with disheveled hair and a dirty face. He was holding a bag with both hands.
Although the small man was thin and weak, his body was extremely agile. He weaved in and out of the crowd. Even if he was surrounded by a large group of people, he was still able to handle it with ease.