2401: C2401 Great Desolation Year!

C2401 Great Desolation Year!

The woman's shout frightened the group of children. They all ran out like a mouse seeing a cat.

At this moment, the woman patted off the dust on her body. Just as she was about to leave, she inadvertently turned her head and saw Qin Feng struggling to reach out his hand to tear off a chicken leg and stuff it into his mouth.

The woman's eyes widened as she opened her mouth, revealing her pure white teeth. She let out a ferocious roar that shook the mountain.

"Village head, village head!"

"Someone hurry! The little deity showed up! He won! Everyone, come and worship him!"

The next second, the woman dashed out of the door and the entire door was sent flying by her valiant figure.

When Qin Feng saw this scene, he was stunned. He did not know what happened nor did he know where he was.

He vaguely remembered that he was in Taihang Mountains, and how he had seen people and things that were unfamiliar to him.

Even though his mobility had not recovered yet, he could clearly feel that his body had been sealed by a strange power.

The current him had lost all of his mana. His bloodline and source spirit could not feel any response. He was no different from a mortal.

Where was this?

Qin Feng's voice was hoarse, as if he had been in the desert for a long time without drinking water.

Just as he was wondering, a large group of men and women, both young and old, with shabby clothing, rushed in from outside. They were all emitting a pungent smell.

However, they gave off a very simple feeling.

It was an instinctive feeling of intimacy.

Soon after, an old man walked in with the support of two muscular men.

Although there were many people and there was no order, it was extremely quiet. Every villager's face was solemn, serious, and nervous, and their eyes revealed traces of excitement.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Qin Feng.

The old man who was being supported also stood at a distance. He was so old that he couldn't even open his eyes.

"Little deity, you're finally awake. As expected of a deity. You've been sleeping for a month now, cough cough …"

The old man smiled. Looking at his age, he didn't even have the strength to laugh.

"What little deity?"

"Where is this?"

Qin Feng gradually recovered some of his ability to move. Then, he raised his head and slowly fell from the altar to the ground.

He swept his gaze across the crowd and looked out the window. The scene around him didn't have the slightest bit of downstream scenery. Things seemed unfamiliar, and there weren't any towering mountains.

The point was, there was no spiritual energy at all?

This was even more strange, the Dark Realm was actually such a desolate place!

"This is Green Ox Village. Little deity, what's wrong with you?"

"When you came, an old deity brought you here. Do you still remember?"

The Old Village Chief gave a reminder. The others also felt that this little deity was weird. Furthermore, he looked no different from an ordinary person. He didn't know how to summon the rain or the wind with his spell.

And I don't seem to remember anything.

"Old deity …" "Wait, I don't understand anymore. Old mister, where is this place?"

"How far downstream?"

Qin Feng's brain gradually returned to normal, then he asked the key question. Once he knew where he was, he would know where he was and what had happened.

"Downstream?"

"Where is that? The little deity asked. Which one of you knows?"

Hearing this, the old elder shook his head and turned around to ask the crowd.

It was a confused face, and many people were scratching their heads. He didn't know what that meant.

"I …" "I know, I was working for those big sects and heard them talk about going downstream before. It seems like it's under us, in the deepest part of the Black Sea of the Styx. It's said that there are Immortals there, just like us, there are Immortals flying everywhere."

"It seems to be more than 100,000 miles away. It's so far, but the immortal is said to only need a few days to fly. We didn't go out, so we don't know where it is downstream."

A fat figure of a villager, smiling, raised his hand and rushed to say.

Immediately, the surrounding villagers changed their gazes at him.

"Er Pang, you're really knowledgeable."

"They even know about the matters of immortals. There's no reason for them to stay in the outside world …"

"Uncle Er Pang, tell me more about the abilities of immortals." The group of children surrounded Fatty and asked.

At this moment, Qin Feng was shocked. His eyes were wide open and his face was full of disbelief.

He was actually in the middle realms?

More than a hundred thousand kilometers. He was in the middle of it all. He had understood it before.

In the middle of the journey were three great cultivation kingdoms. They formed a triangle with the imperial capital surrounded in the middle.

It was also the most prosperous, and the richest, holy land in the middle region.

It had been thousands of years, and the three True Kingdom Lords had been replaced by thousands of generations. Only the emperor himself had not been able to take on this position in the past three thousand years.

There had never been a country that could occupy the capital and become a true empire!

Throughout history, the three empires had been unified countless times, but none of them had ever been able to become the champion.

Qin Feng gradually came to his senses. He finally found out where he was. He didn't know why he woke up so far away from Taihang Mountains.

While everyone was talking, Qin Feng thought back. He took a deep breath and walked to the door and sat down. He sat there for two days and two nights.

The name of this little deity also gradually disappeared. The villagers finally knew that the deity that gave them was just a mortal.

Even though the villagers were very disappointed, since it was someone left behind by the old deity, and he had also instructed them to take good care of him, they definitely could not be slow.

There were people who brought food to Qin Feng every day. Most of them were boiled potatoes and sweet potato water. The meat on the table had already been taken away.

Qin Feng spent two days thinking whether he should go back or whether he should stay and rush to the capital.

If he went back, it would not be so easy to think of it. He would not even be willing to part with his daughter and Meiyun.

Also, with his cultivation level, there was no way for him to protect his family. The appearance of the three cultivation countries had already caused him to be alarmed.0

If one day, an evil cultivator came and killed his friends, relatives, and lovers in front of him, he wouldn't be able to stop them.

That was the cruelest thing!

However, if he didn't go back, he would still be in a dilemma. With his current situation, it wasn't very likely that he could go to the imperial capital.

Thus, this was the most difficult part for him.

Thinking about this, he did not eat for three days and three nights, nor did he move his position. The villagers were afraid that he would be starving and would bring him food every day, but Qin Feng knew in his heart that this village encountered a disaster.

Every household had gathered potato and sweet potatoes. They themselves were eating weeds, roots, or tree bark soup that could be boiled to the point of being full, not being able to fill them up.

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