[Shuangwen, time travel, golden finger, passionate]
"How many foreign monks did you arrest today?"
"Two."
"Then you better miss me, I caught three!"
Similar conversations have become daily communication in Wanling Continent. It's just because the immortal ascended thousands of years ago and drained the spiritual energy of this world, causing it to fall into the end of Dharma, until a person turned out to be born.
He used his own power to tear up the rules: Since Ascension is going to be overdrafted, let Wanling Continent suck others dry. From then on, the monks no longer practiced hard, but hunted across borders.
Capturing a prodigy from another world and recording it in the Book of All Spirits will increase the aura of the continent; capturing an ancient sect and refining the foundation of its tradition will expand the territory of the continent by one mile.
In a hundred years, the Wanling Continent swallowed up three thousand realms, expanded tens of thousands of times, and the spiritual energy boiled like the creation of the world.
Above the nine heavens, Heaven was furious and rained down thunder and calamity.
Lin Yi put his hands behind his back and smiled: "Why are you so anxious?"
"The next target is you!"
