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As the two of them walked out of the cave, the sky had already darkened.

The night here was completely different from the night in the outer regions of the Star Domain. Even if there was no moonlight, one could still clearly see their surroundings at night. The sky seemed to be covered by dark clouds, and the light only became dimmer. It was as if it would rain at any moment. But this was not the case. Not only would the sky not rain, it would continue to darken until dawn arrived.

It was clear that this was not Liu Yue's first time participating in a bonfire banquet. She was very familiar with the location of the banquet as she brought Han Yan and walked forward.

At this time, Han Yan also noticed that the surrounding wooden doors that were shut had all opened. It was obvious that everyone had left. Seeing this, Han Yan recalled the situation he sensed earlier. There should be many heavily injured cultivators in this valley. They didn't have the ability to move, so could it be that people like this had also gone to attend the bonfire banquet?

As if he had seen through Han Yan's thoughts, Liu Yue slowly said, "Fellow Daoist Han, don't guess anymore. These people have all gone to attend the banquet."

Although he had long guessed it, after hearing Liu Yue speak, Han Yan was still surprised. He could not help but ask: "Could it be that the bonfire here is very important to everyone?"

"Not very important, but very important." Liu Yue said with a congealed voice, "As long as the slaves here have one last breath of life left, they must all attend the bonfire banquet. "For these dying cultivators, dying at a banquet is a very fortunate thing."

Han Yan was startled, and asked: "Why?"

Liu Yue took a deep breath and said: "All the people who are able to come here have decent cultivations. Before this, there were even people from a sect. For someone of such status, if he had died without a single person by his side, it would not be an exaggeration to describe him with the word 'miserable'. And at a bonfire banquet, all the slaves will go there. Isn't dying a blissful thing in front of so many people? "

Hearing this, Han Yan's eyes flashed, and he said: "Those dead cultivators, did they all end up dying?"

"Yes, yes." Liu Yue seemed to know what Han Yan wanted to ask, and continued, "You want to ask me, since their lifespan isn't over, and their Nascent Souls aren't dead yet, and they aren't really dead yet, why are they looking at it with such importance? Right! " Seeing Han Yan nod his head, she laughed bitterly: "If you think like that, then you're wrong. Before you came, Zhu Shuang should have also given you a Spirit Sealing Pellet. This kind of Pill is extremely overbearing, and once you consume it, unless you can break through into the broken renewal stage realm, when you die, your primordial spirit would also be imprisoned inside your dantian, unable to leave. "

"You also know that once the body dies, the body will be unable to absorb any air. Even if it were a normal cultivator, the primordial spirit would not be able to stay in the dead body for long, let alone a slave with sealed spiritual energy." Liu Yue let out a heavy sigh, and said in a helpless tone, "Exactly so. After those cultivators die, even their primordial spirits will be suffocated to death."

"If there comes a day when I am unable to escape death, I will definitely not choose to die in such a manner." Liu Yue raised his head, looked at the pitch black sky, and said seriously, "Imagine if your body had died and your primordial spirit was still present. You could clearly see everything outside and hear the sounds of the outside world, yet you were walking step by step towards your death. How cruel would that be?"

"Perhaps, this is fate!"

When Liu Yue said till here, her eyes became moist, she wiped the tears at the corner of her eyes, and changed the topic: "Alright, I will not talk about these unhappy things, let's talk about some happy things!" She took a deep breath, as if she had just opened her mouth, and said quickly, "All the slaves that come here will have a bonfire on the first day. The first is to welcome the other party into this large family, and the second is to pray for their blessings, hoping that they will be able to live on forever. "

"Of course, every cultivator can be the main character of this banquet twice. Unfortunately, the first time we can personally participate, but the second time around, we can only be carried by someone else. " When Liu Yue said till here, he glanced at Han Yan, and changed the topic, "Fellow Daoist Han, don't even think about it, it's just as you guessed, the second time would be death."

"I remember back when I wasn't cultivating, my father told me. For everyone, there were three major events in their life. The first time was birth, the second time was marriage, and the third time was death. For these three things, many people may have given up on the middle step and many people may have extended the last step. But for the first and third step, one must experience it. "It's just a matter of time."

These words were not loud, but each word was like a dagger that pierced Han Yan's heart.

Before Han Yan came here, he could not imagine that a woman who was only at the level of broken renewal stage could actually say such words that could see through life. Suddenly, Han Yan felt that everything that had happened here was real, or perhaps it could be said that the events that had occurred in the boundless universe had shrunk down to a whole valley, and it was so real and scary.

Liu Yue saw that Han Yan was thinking about something, and did not disturb her, until Han Yan let out a heavy sigh and said: "Fellow Daoist Han, if you want to raise your cultivation, if you want to increase your comprehension, if you want to leave, then leave. "In the future, I hope that you can attend a banquet like this a few more times. This will definitely speed up your comprehension …"

Even if Liu Yue did not say it, Han Yan would do it, he cupped his fists and said: Thank you, fellow daoist.

Liu Yue smiled slightly. Even though she was smiling, her smile was so miserable, as if there was an unspeakable pain in her heart.

After walking for about an hour, the valley suddenly made a big turn. As they walked through the canyon, the flames in front of them illuminated half of the sky.

This place was located at the very center of the valley. Perhaps in order to allow all cultivators to travel more quickly, they had chosen this place to have a bonfire. On the ground of the valley, a huge bonfire that was over a hundred feet long was burning. Flashes of fire danced in the air, as if it was releasing its anger and dissatisfaction towards the heavens.

All of the cultivators in the valley were here. At a glance, there were more than 10,000 of them.

These cultivators wore the same clothes, perhaps due to their respect for the main character of the bonfire, they all changed into clean clothes. Even those cultivators that were lying on stretchers and on the verge of death were the same. These people sat around the bonfire, either dancing or gathering, whispering their thoughts.

In short, everyone had smiles on their faces, smiles that came from the bottom of their hearts.

When Liu Yue brought Han Yan to the front of the group, other than the cultivators who were lying on the stretchers and could not get up, almost everyone else stood up. And then, he cupped his hands and bowed towards Han Yan. Every cultivator would encounter this cupped fist salute countless times in their lifetime, but for every slave that came here for the first time, the meaning was completely different.

This was because no one had ever seen such a shocking and heavy bow.

As everyone bowed, Han Yan could clearly see that when an old man stood up, his legs were trembling nonstop. Through the light, it could clearly be seen that his legs were blood-red. Blood was quickly flowing out, dyeing his pants red. Even so, he still stood up and bowed under the immense pain. This courtesy seemed very light, but it was incomparably heavy.

The old man was not the only one in the crowd. Many cultivators who were originally unable to get up all stood up. Why were they willing to do this? It wasn't for the treasures of heaven and earth, nor was it for the sake of gaining authority and attaching value, it was just a simple bow.2

A light breeze blew past, and the smell of blood echoed throughout the valley. Even a cold-blooded person without any feelings would be moved by such a scene.

Han Yan was completely moved, unknowingly, his eyes became moist. Then, a stream of tears rolled down his face.

At this moment, the old man with serious injuries to his legs suddenly said, "Little brother, what are you crying for? Being able to meet us here is a kind of fate. We should be happy." His voice was not loud, but it was very kind, as if his elders were speaking to their juniors. It sounded very comfortable.

Hearing this, Han Yan's tears could no longer be stopped, and she choked with sobs: "Fellow Daoist, you're right, you should be happy."

The old man smiled and walked towards Han Yan with slow steps. As he walked, he said with a smile: "That's right. Come, let's celebrate this bonfire banquet together …" As he walked, his injured leg was affected, and blood flowed even faster. With every step he took, a blood-red footprint was left on the ground.

Han Yan immediately took a step forward, supported the old man, and said: "Your leg is injured, don't walk anymore …"

The old man smiled and waved: "Today is such a happy day. Even if your legs are lame, it is still worth it …" As he said that, he took out an inferior praying mat from the storage bag and placed it on a spot. He said: "Little brother, sit down! From today onwards, you are one of us, and you have a lot of things to learn. The Brother Wang will explain later … "

Han Yan nodded his head heavily, and said: "Thank you, dao friend."

The old man waved his hand, and said to Liu Yue: "Come over and sit with us!"

Liu Yue walked in front of the old man with a few steps, took out two prayer mats from the storage bag and said: "Uncle Zhang, you're not feeling well, hurry up and sit down! "Otherwise, if your bones and muscles are injured, you'll have to be supported if you want to walk in the future."

Uncle Zhang laughed out loud and said, "There's no need to worry. I know what I'm doing. Seeing everyone happy, I feel comfortable …" After he finished speaking, he said to the others, "All of you, stop standing. Sit down!"

After everyone heard this, they all took out prayer mats and sat around the bonfire.

From the situation just now, it could be seen that Uncle Zhang held an extremely high status amongst the slaves. When everyone looked at him, their eyes were filled with unspeakable respect.

After Liu Yue sat down, he sent a sound transmission to Han Yan: "Uncle Zhang is a very nice person. It was said that he had been here for tens of thousands of years. Not only would he usually teach everyone a few things, but he would also summarize his cultivation experiences and tell them to everyone. The things that I've said to you before were all told to me by Uncle Zhang and he will still tell you in person later … "

After hearing that, Han Yan's gaze towards Uncle Zhang became respectful. The other party was truly great to be able to devote himself to. However, what Han Yan didn't expect was still at the end.

Liu Yue secretly sighed, and continued to sound transmit, "Do you know how Uncle Zhang's leg was injured? He didn't create it himself, but to save others. He remembered that a light rain had fallen and it was autumn. All the herbs had to be harvested and placed into the wood box and a cultivator who had just arrived here delayed for a bit due to his unfamiliarity. Unexpectedly, after the Scorpion servant saw her, he used a whip to whip her and beat her to death. At this time, the Uncle Zhang rushed over, pushed the Poison Scorpion aside and asked the slaves who had finished harvesting the medicinal ingredients to help collect the remaining medicinal ingredients.

"That cultivator was saved and not punished. However, the Poison Scorpion vented its anger on Uncle Zhang and tied him to a wooden stake. It whipped him for close to a hundred times, and pierced him with every whip. If not for the fact that I risked my life to save some medicinal powder for my brother and to help him apply it, even if Uncle Zhang did not die, his leg would have been crippled. "

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