Before Wang Changkun set foot on the Desolate Moon Continent, he never knew that sunlight was so beautiful. Every gentle breeze, every ray of sunlight, every green leaf, was something he had never experienced and could not have imagined. Everything was like a fairyland.
Ever since he could remember, his surroundings were a boundless darkness. The occasional light that appeared was the flame produced by the impact of meteorite fragments carried by the astral wind every day. These flames constantly took the lives of Wang Changkun's clansmen. Every breath they took was a struggle for survival.
On the huge meteorite, everyone wanted to migrate to the center and front of the meteorite, where they could be close to the three ancestors and obtain the safest survival. But all of this depended on strength. If you were weak, it was already good enough that you weren't kicked out through a breach in the protective formation.
Wang Changkun's parents had died and been injured in order to protect him and his two younger brothers. Wang Changkun's father had reached the initial stage of Nascent Soul, and his mother was at the late stage of Golden Core. When the formation at their original dwelling place was damaged, and a small piece of the meteorite was blown away by the astral wind, Wang Changkun's parents could only take their three sons and migrate towards the center of the meteorite. Behind them were astral winds, turbulent flows, and countless small meteorite fragments like sharp arrows constantly hitting them, like a series of death orders from Yama. Beside them were crowded clansmen. Everyone wanted to move forward, everyone wanted to live. Under the strict orders of the three ancestors, although no one dared to kill their own clansmen, it was inevitable that they would ruthlessly block you behind them. At least you would be their shield.
Wang Changkun's parents desperately propped up a protective shield to protect their three sons, but he was not the only Nascent Soul cultivator with the same cultivation as him. Once upon a time, high-level Nascent Soul cultivators who could command the wind and rain on a continent were always high and mighty, accepting the worship of others. But here, they could only desperately struggle like a stray dog in the rain just to fight for a small place to live.
In the end, in this slow and ruthless migration, every step was accompanied by the dying wails and cries for help of the clansmen behind them. Wang Changkun's family slowly fell to the back. What awaited them were several consecutive meteorite fragments. With a whistling sound, in their terrified eyes, they continued to enlarge, like a series of death summons from Yama.
Wang Changkun's father finally blocked four meteorite fragments with his last breath. At that time, his spirit power was also exhausted, and he was directly ground into powder by the astral wind that followed closely behind. The moment the spirit power shield was lost, Wang Changkun's mother also desperately burst out with all her spirit power, trying to protect Wang Changkun and his three sons. But she also knew that with her cultivation, it was just a mantis trying to stop a chariot. Just as the astral wind took away a small half of Wang Changkun's mother's body, the three ancestors in front finally discovered that the damage to the formation here was getting more and more serious, and they acted in time.
They finally saved the lives of Wang Changkun and his two brothers, but his mother's vitality was greatly damaged, and only half of her body was left. Under this dark meteorite, the three ancestors strictly forbade the use of the Body Seizure Grand Art. Once someone was found to have used this art on a fellow clansman, what awaited him would be to be directly thrown out of the great meteorite formation. His fate would be to have even his soul crushed by the turbulent flows, never to be reincarnated.
Without a body to seize, a Golden Core cultivator was not a Nascent Soul cultivator who could survive even with just their Nascent Soul. Not long after, Wang Changkun's mother also passed away. What made it even harder for Wang Changkun to accept was that after losing the powerful protection of his parents, the three of them almost all lived at the very edge of the formation. Every time there was a problem with the great formation, it was basically near them. In just one year, one of his two younger brothers was sucked into the turbulent space, and the other was hit by a small meteorite and died on the spot.
Wang Changkun's heart had become as hard and cold as a meteorite. He cultivated the technique taught by his father non-stop for a moment, even giving up all his sleep time, replacing sleep with meditation. While cultivating, he also had to pay attention to the movement of the great formation around him at all times, so that he could move a little towards the center of the meteorite at the first moment, in order to survive precariously. He knew that in front of the meteorite, apart from the three ancestors, the rest were also the people with the greatest divine abilities here. His goal was to strive to become one of them.
Until one day, when Wang Changkun was cultivating diligently, a Nascent Soul cultivator came over who had been ordered to repair a corner of the damaged formation. This Nascent Soul cultivator's cultivation had already reached the mid-stage, and he was a top-tier expert on this huge meteorite, apart from the ancestors. When he saw Wang Changkun's breathing technique, he recognized Wang Changkun's origin at a glance. He had met his father several times before. He casually inquired, and all the clansmen told him what they knew. What moved this mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was that Wang Changkun had actually managed to live for two years by himself after losing his parents. At such a young age, his willpower was tough to an astonishing degree.
After thinking about it, this mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, for the sake of that little bit of friendship with his father, finally took Wang Changkun with him. But he made it clear that only when Wang Changkun reached the Golden Core stage could he become his disciple.
For this sudden great good fortune, Wang Changkun was overjoyed. How could he not grasp it firmly? Not to mention not being able to become a disciple of this expert, even just to be able to serve by his side as an attendant was something he couldn't ask for.
Subsequently, under the jealous gazes of the other clansmen that could kill, Wang Changkun followed this person to the center of the meteorite and settled down. At least he no longer had to worry about the threat of death at every moment.
However, what Wang Changkun didn't understand was that his father was also a Nascent Soul cultivator. Why could he only live with his family at the edge of the formation all along? It wasn't until later that Wang Changkun understood that there was still a difference between Nascent Soul and Nascent Soul cultivators on the huge meteorite. Even if they were both Nascent Soul cultivators, if you were a direct descendant of the three ancestors, you could enjoy the right to enter the center of the meteorite, and even get close to the place where the three ancestors meditated. But even though his father had formed a Nascent Soul, the sect he belonged to was very distant from the three ancestors. It was said that when their sect first arrived on this huge meteorite, there were only two people left in the entire sect. These two people were only casual acquaintances with the people of the three ancestors' sects. To say that they had a relationship, it was said that they had once lived on the same continent together.
After Wang Changkun knew the situation, he was even more determined. He wanted to form a Golden Core as soon as possible so that he could become a disciple of this mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, in the hope that in the future he could rely on his own strength to have a place on the huge meteorite.
It was just that as time went by, the living environment on the meteorite became more and more harsh. The size of the meteorite was constantly decreasing. Even with the protection of the three ancestors, the clansmen on the periphery would still be sucked into the turbulent space every day. In the end, there were only a little over a thousand people left on the entire meteorite. And Wang Changkun's perseverance and talent finally made that mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator not give up on him, and still kept him by his side.
Every day, Wang Changkun would listen to the mournful screams in the distance, getting farther and farther away, and his heart would tighten. He knew that this was another corner of the meteorite's great formation being damaged, which constantly reminded him of his parents and two younger brothers. He hated the environment here, hated the injustice of heaven, hated all the living beings on the continent mentioned in the jade slips given to them by the ancestors. It was they who made him live in darkness from birth. All beautiful things could only come from the records in the jade slips. What sun, moon, starlight, he didn't know, and didn't recognize.
Until the very end, there were only a little over four hundred people left on the meteorite, including the three ancestors. At this time, the consumption of the three ancestors was finally greatly reduced, and the lives of the remaining clansmen were guaranteed. After much hardship, they finally led them to the Desolate Moon Continent. It allowed Wang Changkun and his clansmen to know that there was such a peaceful and tranquil fairyland in the world.
Slaughtering the living beings on the Desolate Moon Continent with the Demon Clan, Wang Changkun did not sympathize with the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent at all. In his eyes, the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent did not deserve to possess this continent. Such a resource-rich continent, with such unprecedentedly dense spiritual qi, why should it be given to these inferior cultivators? Only they were the most worthy of possessing it. People like them, who possessed powerful ancient cultivation arts, why did they have to experience such a hellish life? All of this was the injustice of heaven, the blindness of the heavens. He wanted to seize everything here.
But what made him uneasy was that in just this period of time, it was said that their clansmen had already fallen by seventy or eighty. If this continued, their few hundred people would soon be consumed before they could even reproduce here. This made Wang Changkun put away his contempt and become more and more careful in everything.
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In the forest that blotted out the sun, the surroundings were a dim yellow. The five people behind Wang Changkun spread out in a fan shape, each about five zhang apart. Wang Changkun took the lead in the very front. He had sensed fluctuations of spirit power in this direction before.
In front of Wang Changkun were three small, fat, round, earth-yellow worms. Each worm was only as thick as an adult's thumb, with circular lines on its body. Its eyes were like needles, its mouth had a beak, and its beak was like a tube. The fat, round worms had no wings, but the three earth-colored fat worms were flying in a triangular formation in front of Wang Changkun, constantly twitching the tube-beaks on their mouths, as if sensing something. The overall feeling this demonic beast gave was like a maggot with a section of bamboo tube attached to its front, looking somewhat comical.
This kind of demonic beast, probably very few people on the entire Desolate Moon Continent would recognize. Only cultivators above the Nascent Soul stage might have seen it. This demonic beast was a kind of sand-eating worm that lived in the turbulent flows of space. It was called a sand-eater, but it actually devoured various meteorite fragments. Its name was "Meteorite Sand Beast." Although it had no wings, it could glide freely with the help of the power of heaven and earth. The gliding distance often exceeded ten li, from one meteorite fragment to another. In the middle, it could even glide continuously with the help of the astral wind. So don't underestimate its soft, boneless body. An adult "Meteorite Sand Beast," even a Nascent Soul cultivator might not be able to break its skin with a single blow.
The "Meteorite Sand Beast" only devoured earth-element things and would not have any interest in anything else, including the flesh and blood of cultivators that contained a large amount of spirit qi. It would not eat it at all. The tube-beak on the "Meteorite Sand Beast's" mouth didn't look sharp, but its innate divine ability was of the earth element. Often, as long as it lay on the surface of a meteorite and stood its tube-beak up, it could easily insert it into the incomparably hard meteorite as if cutting into tofu. A meteorite could withstand the astral wind in the turbulent space without breaking, and the astral wind, even for a Nascent Soul cultivator, if they released their spirit power shield, would be scraped to the bone in a moment, leaving only white bones. From this, one could see how exquisite the "Meteorite Sand Beast's" control over the earth-element power was.
When the "Meteorite Sand Beast's" tube-beak was inserted into the meteorite, a small section of the meteorite would enter the tube-like beak, like a small section of a stalagmite. At this time, the "Meteorite Sand Beast" only needed to surge with earth-element spirit power from its body, and the hard, strip-shaped meteorite in its beak would instantly become as if it had been weathered, quickly forming grains of sand, which it would then swallow in one gulp.
And at this time, the "Meteorite Sand Beast" appeared here, but for what purpose?