0p0 Chapter 453 Lao Tzu Cultivates Immortality in the Sea of Doomsday (2)
Chapter 453 Lao Tzu Cultivates Immortality in the Sea of Doomsday (2)
Flowers of the same color bloomed in the sky, and beneath each flower was a person who wanted to live.
A tremendous roar rang in my ears, followed by the crash of a plane.
It is now completely surrounded by thick smoke and flames, like a meteorite, with its nose heading straight for the sea.
Xiong Bufan felt a wave of fear while in the air. If she had been on the plane, no matter how strong her physique was, she would have died.
People on the parachutes weren't having an easy time either, feeling the airflow tearing them apart.
Hengdao suddenly appeared at Xiong Bufan's feet, supporting him from below whenever there was even a slight height.
This is the sense of security it gives Xiong Bufan.
Xiong Bufan looked down and saw nothing but clouds and a vast expanse of blue; clearly, below was the ocean.
Without receiving any memories, Xiong Bufan asked, "Kongkong, where do we go next?"
"Go down now, the mission is complete."
This was definitely the easiest mission Xiong Bufan had ever completed. She only had to fly in the sky for a short while before the mission was finished.
Xiong Bufan controlled the spiritual energy, which began to slowly decrease.
The little flowers in the air have been blown away by the wind, and the mechanical bird is gone too.
Xiong Bufan flew for a long time before he saw a small piece of land, and then he landed.
Smoke was still rising from the sea not far away, left by the plane that had just crashed.
Xiong Bufan felt a little sad when she saw this scene. She thought of the Magic Mirror, who was full of lies and afraid of death.
The small piece of land is an uninhabited island, but there is a large sign on it that reads "Private Island, No Entry".
Xiong Bufan took the horizontal sword in his hand and slashed at it as if it were an accident.
The sign for the private island collapsed instantly, crushing a large area of vegetation.
Xiong Bufan walked on the beach; this was her first real time at the seaside, as she had previously been by the lake or underwater.
The midday sun was scorching, and in no time, Xiong Bufan's skin turned very red.
There were a few trees over there, so Xiong Bufan quickly hid behind them, planning to come out and play again when the sun went down.
The new world was great in every way, but Xiong Bufan was still a little unaccustomed to the fact that no one was there to wait on him.
However, thinking of the gold everywhere, Xiong Bufan felt that this little grievance was bearable.
Kongkong was in the space, looking at the beach outside, wondering if it was okay to call the sand gold.
At first, they only saw that the task was simple, had few people and was easy to complete, making it suitable for Xiong Bufan to cultivate here. However, they overlooked one problem: could Xiong Bufan endure the loneliness on the deserted island?
For cultivation, it seems better to be in the spatial realm; there's absolutely no need to come to the small world.
Kongkong made a decision: once Xiong Bufan woke up, she would ask him if he wanted to leave.
When Xiong Bufan woke up, the sun had already set and the tide was receding.
The setting sun shone down on the ground beneath the tree. Xiong Bufan yawned, rubbed her stomach, and realized she was hungry again. She decided to go find some food.
Kongkong: "Bufan, why don't we leave this little world?"
Anyway, the mission is already accomplished.
"No, I haven't had enough fun yet. Besides, life is worth respecting."
Now that I've taken over her body, I should help her live out the rest of her life.
Kongkong had no idea that Xiong Bufan knew so many fallacies.
Xiong Bufan strolled to the beach and started beachcombing.
As long as marine resources are abundant, I believe she can make a living even by going beachcombing.
Ideals are beautiful, but reality is harsh.
Xiong Bufan wandered around and only saw a few small crabs crawling around, some small sea snails attached to the rocks, and a few small fish appearing sporadically in the small puddles left by the receding tide.
Even if he collected them all and cooked them in a pot, Xiong Bufan could only eat one and a half portions.
The food in the space had other uses, so Xiong Bufan didn't intend to use it.
The waves crashed against the rocks again and again. Xiong Bufan took out her sword; she had a great idea.
The horizontal sword was placed in the water and electrified, and Xiong Bufan floated in the air. In a short while, sea fish began to float on the surface of the sea.
When it comes to finding food, Xiong Bufan is simply a genius.
After collecting all the fish, Xiong Bufan took them to the shore and began to eat them raw. There was no fish in the world fresher than these.
Some fish were even unconscious when Xiong Bufan bit off their tails.
After Xiong Bufan finished eating the fish, it was completely dark.
The dark island was perfect for sleeping, and Xiong Bufan, unsurprisingly, fell asleep again.
Cultivating in a small world is like enduring hardship without any real suffering.
Xiong Bufan ate and slept, and slept and ate again for several days.
They even put a straw mat on the sleeping area and placed mosquito nets around it, which can be considered an alternative way to survive on a deserted island.
Since you've chosen to stay in this world, you should receive the original owner's memories, understand the rules of this world, and help Xiong Bufan survive in this world.
Kongkong: "Bufan, do you want to receive my memories?"
Once he has the original owner's memories, Xiong Bufan can use them to go back and freeload off the original owner.
"take over."
After a long while, Xiong Bufan's memory only received one loneliness.
Because after the original owner died, a viral disaster broke out in the world, and the world began to enter the apocalypse.
Previous memories and rules are completely useless. In the apocalypse, force always reigns supreme, and laws and rules only restrain the weak.
The original owner was a rich girl who lived to the age of eighteen thanks to the inheritance left by her parents.
On my first trip away from home, I encountered a plane crash and tragically lost my life, leaving no trace in this world.
Because of their resentment and the stigma associated with their fathers, they traded their reincarnation's fortune and soul power for the mission takers to this world, with the sole requirement being to survive.
Xiong Bufan: "Kongkong, is the apocalypse really that scary?"
Kongkong flipped through the script given to him by Tiandao and concluded: "Not enough to eat, not enough to sleep, and being chased by monsters every day."
Those monsters are actually their own kind; if you get bitten, you'll lose your soul and turn into a monster yourself.
Xiong Bufan was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. "Doesn't Heavenly Dao care?"
"This is a means of evolution, and the world will undergo a completely new development in the future."
Xiong Bufan didn't understand why so many people had to die during the evolution. Weren't all the beings in the small world children of the Heavenly Dao? With so many dying, the Heavenly Dao should feel sorry for them, right?
The conclusion was ultimately drawn that "there is something wrong with the way of Heaven."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a thunderclap struck not far from Xiong Bufan.
It seems that this Heavenly Way is not only flawed, but also petty.
But ever since he got the horizontal sword, Xiong Bufan has been least afraid of being struck by lightning, and the horizontal sword doesn't seem to be charged yet.
Xiong Bufan raised his sword and stood in an open space, saying, "Heaven's Way is petty."
A bolt of lightning struck down, landing squarely on the horizontal blade, but Xiong Bufan was unharmed.
"Heaven's Way is an idiot, a complete idiot."
With a deafening roar, another bolt of lightning struck the horizontal sword.
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Looking at the lightning and thunder in the small world, Kongkong could only say that a hot-tempered and petty Heavenly Dao had encountered Xiong Bufan, who was clever but didn't know how to curse.