Demon Lord 3

Chapter 1600: Survival in War

This time we are really leaving, and we all look back at this world with reluctance. This world has given us too many memories. Looking back at the ordinary world from this fairy world, people from the ordinary world can also come to the fairy world, but people who practice in the fairy world cannot be reincarnated in the ordinary world, unless they fail in this life. But whether the real failure and success lies in the ordinary world or the fairy world, no one can say. Not all practitioners will have a good life, but everything should be thought of from the perspective of the strong. As time goes by, we all get used to it. Before leaving, we all have a meal together, and this time we use tea instead of wine. After all, the master of this world is not good at drinking, and he didn't prepare wine for us. We can only drink tea here temporarily. We drank a lot of tea. We didn't want to leave tonight, but he kept us one night and said to take the train tomorrow morning. The reason it was a train was that we still wanted to find a place that could lead to the next world. This time it was a train in the clouds. When I thought of this, I curiously asked if the train could fly? He shook his head. I asked if it was possible to travel through the clouds. He shook his head again. I asked him what the train looked like. He said it might go through a tunnel, but from their perspective, it was just flying into the clouds. I slept soundly this time. I was too lazy to get up all morning, so I waited until noon. The train wasn't officially running yet, so we could only experiment slowly. We didn't know how to summon it with our consciousness. Yi Yunhui asked me what the future of the world would be like. I took a closer look and said it would be just as he wished, exactly as he envisioned. Men and women would be equal, and gender discrimination would gradually disappear. Everyone could live the life they wanted and do whatever they wanted. There might be some extreme people who still held onto stubborn ideas, but they were only a small minority. As time went on, those people would gradually fade away, and the new generation would follow his ideas. He asked if I was one of those people, slowly dying out? I shook my head. No, I was just slowly falling behind. The pace of the new era. Speaking of this, I was reminded of a similarity between the immortal world and the modern world. I told him that in the Xianxia world, people live by strength. Whoever has the most power becomes the king. Sometimes, it doesn't matter whether a woman is stronger than another, or a man is stronger than another. So, there's a loophole that could be exploited. He asked me what it was, and I calculated it for him. If it was based on true strength or the replenishment of elixirs, then if anyone violated the rules, they wouldn't receive elixirs, and their abilities wouldn't be replenished. Those who wanted elixirs had to follow his new rules. Those who followed his new rules could get double the elixirs, while those who didn't would never receive any. If that were the case, then that person was relying solely on their internal cultivation, which would definitely not be achieved. But if someone's future abilities could be replenished by their own body, without the need for external elixirs, then he should be wary. He asked me why, and I told him that person was a very powerful one. If that person appeared, he should be vigilant. He could either eliminate them or use them for his own benefit. The train finally started moving, and we all boarded. As we waved goodbye, I felt a little reluctant to leave. I'd truly experienced so much in this world. After walking for a while, I could no longer see the tall buildings. I could see a few mountains in the distance, and then a smoky battlefield. Curious, I asked where this was. Wen Qihua told me we had arrived. I asked if it was his world, and he nodded. Finally, we had seen the smoky battlefield. He'd lived in these days of constant bombing. I asked him if this was truly dire. He shook his head and said, "No, maybe this is what life is all about." He felt like he was almost home. I asked him if he wanted to get off, and he shook his head, saying the bombardment was too intense and he needed to find shelter. I asked him when this was, and he said it was from his childhood. Thinking of this, his face darkened, and he said the only thing he felt sorry for was his parents.