Becoming the richest man in the universe begins with cultivating immortals

The world of cultivation had been devastated by him a long time ago, and the demonic energy was raging. Could it be that he had missed this area?
Mo Zunyue rolled her eyes at him, "Why, did you not expect that the world of cultivation would recover so quickly, or did you not expect that you would miss this good place in the first place?"

Sang Qi, who had seen through Mo Zunyue's thoughts, coughed slightly in embarrassment and touched his nose, "Well, since you have returned to your hometown, you can go shopping by yourself. I have to find a place to heal. If this continues, I really have to Dead."

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Mo Zunyue guessed that he must have gone looking for his own property.

She found a nearby village to stop.

I am used to seeing luxurious metal cities and prosperous modern technology, but suddenly I saw a simple small village again. While it felt strange, a sense of familiarity emerged spontaneously.

Each house is built with blue bricks and tiles, and each family has a small yard where flowers and vegetables are grown.

People were wearing long, coarse clothes and carried small bamboo baskets on their arms. The vegetables inside were all natural and highly praised by the interstellar people.

Mo Zunyue walked in such a small village and attracted a lot of looks.

Before she even landed, she noticed a small ancestral hall on the edge of the village. Incense was constantly burning inside the ancestral hall, and villagers passing by would go in and light incense sticks.

Mo Zunyue stopped in front of the small ancestral hall, looked inside, and saw a statue of a god standing under the neat eaves and in the neat door frame.

It is a clay statue of the god, painted with exquisite paint.

It was a heroic statue.

The goddess is dressed in gorgeous clothes, the hem of her clothes seems to be blown by the wind, her clothes are hunting, she is holding a long sword in her hand, and her hair is flying.

A face is beautiful and holy, and cannot be looked directly at or violated.

That's her, the one she was in the previous life, the one who was worshiped by others, the one who died.

It seems that coming here to burn incense has become a normal thing for the villagers. They inserted the incense into the incense burner religiously, and then walked out in twos and threes, discussing what to eat today.

"Let's go to the teahouse and listen to a book in the afternoon. I'm going to tell the story of the goddess in the afternoon."

"How many times have you heard this, but you still haven't heard enough."

"That's a goddess. She's a god. How could she possibly have heard enough?"

The two left chatting and laughing, and Mo Zunyue followed the crowd and planned to leave too.

"Girl, come in and burn incense." An old woman stopped her.

Mo Zunyue turned around and saw an old woman with wrinkles on her face and a very kind smile.

"No need, old man." Mo Zunyue refused.

It is probably not necessary to add incense to yourself.

The old man invited you warmly, "Girl, I see you are in a bad mood standing here. Come in and light the incense sticks. The goddess will bless you, and the goddess will protect all the people."

These words were like a heavy hammer hitting Mo Zunyue's heart.

Did she protect them?It seems like she didn't protect them well.

Mo Zunyue took the incense stick from the old man's hand, went in and took a stick.

After leaving the ancestral hall, Mo Zunyue went to the teahouse. She wanted to hear what people said about her as a god.

It is said to be a tea house, but it is actually just a small shed with ventilation on all sides. There are many tables inside. People come in one after another, and it slowly fills up.

Above the tea shed, there is a long table with a few books and a gavel on it, presumably the storyteller's place.

After being urged again and again by the tea guests, the storyteller arrived belatedly.

The tea guests fell silent instantly, waiting for the storyteller to speak.The storyteller knew very well what these people were listening to, and he came up with questions from a soul.

"Everyone here, do you know how the goddess fell thousands of years ago?"

How did Mo Zunyue die while eating melon seeds?Love brain?Obviously you can live, but you have to seek death.

After thinking about it, I felt something was wrong again.

Thousands of years ago?Has she been dead for thousands of years in the world of cultivation?What time flow rate is this?
No wonder this place is prosperous and prosperous. Ten thousand years is enough for a world to cultivate and recuperate.

The tea drinkers below have heard it many times, and they are familiar with the answer to this question, so they rushed to answer it one after another.

"I know this question. The devil was born ten thousand years ago. The goddess gave up the opportunity to ascend to the divine world and stayed in the world to die with the devil. This is how we have peace for thousands of years."

"The goddess is so righteous. She sacrificed one person to save the common people. She deserves to be a god."

Mo Zunyue: ...

She is really not a righteous person. In her previous life, she was really just in love and died.

At that time, she was thinking that Sang Qi had given her the divine position, and Sang Qi was obsessed with becoming a god. Since she wanted to kill him, she decided to die together, which would be considered as repayment to him.

It's not as righteous as they say.

The storyteller banged the table, "Speaking of which, the goddess and the devil had such a deep connection..."

What she said next was nothing more than some things she had done with Sang Qi before, but the part about Sang Qi becoming a demon was a bit outrageous.

"By the way, the big devil also grew out of love and hate. They obviously grew up together and practiced together, so how could the goddess be able to ascend to the position of god? The big devil was dissatisfied and prayed to God to no avail. In anger, he entered Enchanted..."

Mo Zunyue: ...

She didn't want to interrupt, but this statement was really commonplace and uninteresting, and it really buried Sang Qi's feat of pushing her to the status of a god and sacrificing himself.

She couldn't help but say, "Sir, I think what you are saying is wrong here."

"Huh?" Mr. Storyteller has been talking about books for decades, and this is the first time he has seen someone question him.

"Why did you say it wrong?"

The tea guests also looked at Mo Zunyue with strange expressions.

Mo Zunyue said, "You said earlier that the two were childhood sweethearts and avenged the sect together. Later, the two relied on each other and went through life and death until they reached the day of becoming gods step by step. This shows that the relationship between the two is extremely deep. Think about it. , there are so many difficulties and temptations on the road of spiritual practice, but they can resist it and stay together all the way to the end. Then why did the male protagonist become obsessed with envy because he envied the female protagonist becoming a god? "

Storyteller: "Ah, this..."

It seems to make sense.

Tea guests: "Ah, this..."

"Let me just say, I have long felt that something is wrong here. How could the two of them be so jealous of each other that they became obsessed with each other after thousands of years of life and death? When this girl reminded me, it was really true, why did the big demon become obsessed with it? ah?"

"The big devil wanted to live forever. He wanted to become a devil, and later he even went so far as to destroy the entire world of cultivation."

"Why does he want to become a demon god? His previous cultivation level was so high, he can obviously become a serious god directly."

"Ah this..."

No one in this place said it was okay, but now that someone brought it up, they immediately felt something was wrong, and it seemed quite unjustifiable.

In the past, the two of them fought for each other through life and death. They didn't regard their own lives as their own, and turned around and turned into jealousy. It's unreasonable and unjustifiable.

The storyteller smacked his lips, "What does that girl mean?"