Chapter 1009 The Demon Seed is Natural (43)
Winter is finally over.
The sudden heavy snowfall made the already sparsely populated village feel even more lonely and cold.
Although the snow has stopped, several families still have the idea of leaving again.
Because in the early spring of this year, a man came to the village.
Dressed in fluttering white clothes, holding an emerald green sword in his hand, his feet seemed to be stepping on a wisp of breeze when he walked, and his kind-hearted expression was always calm, elegant and unique.
The first thing he said when he came to this village was the man.
"I never imagined that there is such a secret realm in the God Realm."
After that, the people in the village finally knew that the place at the foot of this strange mountain turned out to be the divine realm, one of the most noble among the six realms.
They are all gods.
The divine blood in the body is even purer than those that ascended from the lower world.
If they are willing to practice, they can easily master the method of flying in the clouds and mists, and extending their lives.
It turns out that the life span of the Gods is much longer than 40,000 years. It turns out that there is a more vast and beautiful place beyond these mountains and mountains.
No wonder those young people left and never came back.
The man also introduced the prosperity and beauty of the Gods in detail in the village, and also lamented why so many people continued to stay here in such a God's world, where the sun rose and the sun set.
Someone in the village asked.
If you don’t grow food, what will you eat?
The man laughed suddenly, as if he had heard a big joke, and he almost couldn't straighten his waist. "You are really a place where the spiritual energy of the gods is rich. There is an inexhaustible supply of melons, fruits and food. You can have a bumper harvest every year without planting, and you don't have to work hard at all. And you are located on the seventh heaven, where the spiritual energy is the richest and purest. There, the Gods have already practiced inedia, and they only need to absorb the spiritual energy of the weather to maintain their status quo. It is not convenient to practice if they eat too much of these worldly things. In short, there are so many good things there that you can't imagine. .”
Everyone's faces, without exception, showed an expression of envy and yearning.
It's easy to be tempted.
"Then, what are you doing if you don't farm every day?"
"Hahaha, there are all kinds of fun things. The road of cultivation is endless. Satisfying the appetite is no longer something that the Gods need to consider. They only need to practice day by day and play every night."
“Is there really such a good place?”
"If it's not good, then why don't people who leave the village come back?"
Everyone nodded, and their originally calm hearts suddenly seemed to have stirred up a stormy sea.
This man's words made everyone feel that he was simply the stupidest god in the world.
With such a noble bloodline, he actually lives here with his legs made of clay, worrying about the harvest of food in the fields every day. Little does he know that just across the mountain, there is an inexhaustible supply of delicacies.
When everyone was extremely yearning for it, they even began to feel annoyed.
Why didn’t those who left tell us earlier that there were such wonderful places outside the mountains?
Why should I waste my pure divine blood in vain? I can obviously live a happy and happy life, but now I have to stay in such a miserable place, bound by the four seasons and weather, and even have to endure the pain of birth, old age, illness and death.
The arrival of this protoss man was like a basin of cold water poured into hot oil, directly stirring up all the turmoil in the peaceful life.
"I don't want to live like this anymore."
(End of chapter)