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4Upon hearing these words, Lin Qingmo and Sang Zun's expressions remained the same. They already knew about the Dao Debate. After all, the human Earth Immortals had thousands of years to live, and the demon race's Earth Immortals had even longer lifespans. The two of them had already participated in several sermon.2

As for the other monster kings and Fan Wuji, this was the first time they had heard the Saint Lord speak. After listening to Miao Yin, they had a myriad of questions that were unclear in their hearts. This argument was exactly what they wanted.

Fan Wuji felt a faint sense of joy and anticipation. With a serious expression on his face, he looked at the area shrouded in fog.

This was an area that not even the Demon Immortals would be able to spy on. However, Fan Wuji was also a scholar, and other people's attention was a form of respect. Thus, his clear eyes stared straight at the mist in front of him.

At this time, the Holy Lord spoke in a soft voice. His voice was still as calm as it was when it stopped the flow of water, but there was a faint trace of allure in it. Anyone who heard his voice would be able to calm down and maintain a great silence. Everyone was very satisfied with this great peace.

The Holy Lord replied, "I have cultivated for tens of thousands of years and have always been a person of no distinction. I do not seek tens of thousands of disciples. I preach every thousand years just for this ambition of mine. Below, from the front, each of the forty-nine people can ask me a question. "Of course I do."

The moment those words came out, all of the Demon Immortals and Demon Kings in the front revealed looks of ecstasy. And behind them, the other demon kings all felt slightly dejected. Cultivators paid attention to fate, and now that they were worshipped by tens of thousands of demons, the number of creatures that could listen to their teachings were like sand in the desert. If they were answered one by one, it would be difficult to explain everything in the next thousand years.

This was the first time he felt a sense of admiration towards the demon race's Holy Lord. It was for no other reason but to cultivate as one person and as a dragon.

This was a grand aspiration that only the sages of ancient times had. It was something that only those with great intelligence or virtue would dare not ask for.

At this time, Sang Zun, who was sitting right in front, suddenly stood up and deeply bowed towards the area inside the fog.

He bowed his head and bowed as he spoke, "Lord Holy Lord. I, Sang Zun, am stuck in the intermediate Earthly Immortal Stage and have not been able to progress even an inch in over a thousand years. He was extremely resentful, extremely afraid, and completely unable to make any progress. May I ask Sir, is there any way to break through? "

"Sang Zun. You possess the Deep Earth Bloodline, and have been blessed with great fortune in the past. You will be able to find a piece of mountain crystal, and from then on, you will be able to place in the ranks of Demon Immortals. But you're already on the wrong track. " The voice of the Holy Lord was flat and unperturbed.

However, inside Sang Zun's heart, there was a sea of emotions that was difficult to suppress. His Deep Earth bloodline and the Mountain Crystal were his greatest secrets. Only three things know, Heaven knows and Earth knows. But now that the Holy Lord had discovered his secret, how could he not be shocked.

Sang Zun had a feeling that there was nothing that could hide, so he asked, "Lord Holy Lord. Please point me out to the right path. "

"Cultivate, cultivate, and cultivate at the same time." Cultivation is cultivation of the heart, practice is strength of movement. The cultivation you understand is just to become stronger and obtain strength, but you don't know that the cultivation of the soul is the core essence. Your heart is not strong enough, is not pure enough, and is not clear enough, causing you to not be able to control even greater strength. This is the reason why you rarely progress even an inch. " The Holy Lord remained calm, as if he was not in the least bit emotional.

Hearing his words, Sang Zun stood straight as if he had been struck by lightning. His body slightly trembled. After that, he stopped trembling. He was now as stiff as a statue.

After a long while, he finally understood something. He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily, saying with gratitude and excitement, "Thank you, Sacred Master. Sang Zun was extremely grateful. "In the future, if Sir Holy Lord needs me, then even if it's a mountain of corpses or a sea of blood, he'll rush through it for Sir Holy Lord."

"As long as you have comprehended it. Back then, Lin Qingmo had comprehended this principle, which was why he went to the mortal world to gain experience. " The Holy Lord leisurely said.

Sang Zun kowtowed three more times before loudly bowing, "My respects to Lord Holy Lord. Sang Zun was going to hone his heart in the mortal world for a hundred years. I'll try breaking through when I get back. "

He was also in a hurry. Without saying anything further, he bid farewell to the Saint Lord. With a stomp, the demon body materialized. A monstrous amount of immortal energy exploded as his entire person soared into the sky like a ray of light, riding on a thousand li of clouds as he flew out of the Spiritual Medicine Mountain.

For Sang Zun. The increase of one's cultivation was greater than anything else. Having not improved for more than a thousand years, the pain was unforgettable. A thousand years was long enough, and every minute and every second was torture. The desire to live for countless years was his pain, and also his obsession.

When Sang Zun left, Fan Wuji heaved a sigh of relief. This Sang Zun wanted to kill him. If he didn't leave now, it would be a huge threat to Qin Mu. If a single monstrous immortal wanted to kill him, it would be as easy as flipping his palm.

When Sang Zun left, the expressions of these Demonic Kings changed. As the Demon Kings, they were as fearsome as Sang Zun, the Demon Immortal. Since even a demon immortal regarded the Holy Lord like a god, how could these demon kings not admire and fear him?

These demon kings all had a bit of understanding when they were lecturing. They knew that the Holy Master's sermon was their greatest opportunity. If they had comprehended it, they would be able to surpass them after a hundred years of bitter cultivation.

The lifespan of demi-humans was much longer than humans. The Creator was fair, and their lifespan was also much longer. However, the speed at which they meditated and cultivated was much slower than humans.

After the departure of the Demon Immortal Sang Zun, only Lin Qingmo was present. As for the other people who were worshipping and listening to the sermon, only the Demon Kings and Fan Wuji remained.

The Holy Lord immediately said, "I hope Sang Zun has gotten something out of this. In our Spiritual Medicine Mountain Range, only I was able to touch upon the dao. I always felt that it was hard to be alone. If there was a second person who had reached my level, I would feel very gratified. After all, if one day, when I'm gone, there's still one more member of the Monster race who can hold up the Heavens of the Monster race. "

Lin Qingmo sighed with emotion, "Lord Holy Lord, you won't be absent. You have lived for tens of thousands of years. You have lived for so long. What are you afraid of? "

"I know my own situation. Cultivation had no limits. It is possible for me to live for tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years. However, if I can't continue to break through, my lifespan would probably end up running out. There is no eternal life. Even those existences that stood at the peak and lived the same life as the heavens and the earth, those existences that stood the same as the heavens and the same as the earth, after the collapse and destruction, would not be able to escape death. I've already lived for tens of thousands of years. At this moment, there was finally a slight change in the Holy Lord's tone of voice.

In the vast Endless World, there were so many races, yet not a single one of them could truly be immortal. Sacred Master had lived for tens of thousands of years. During this long period of time, he had long since weakened his lifespan. He knew that no matter how powerful an existence was, there would still be a day when they died.

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