Chapter 449: Men Also Got Pregnant

"Ah……"

Just as the cultivators were relieved to have rid themselves of the strange feeling in their bodies, suddenly, a young cultivator clutched his stomach, his face showing pain, and he slumped to the ground.

"What's going on?"

"Why does my abdomen suddenly hurt so much?"

Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on the young cultivator's forehead, and his voice was filled with obvious panic.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding cultivators were instantly shocked, gathering around and expressing concern while investigating the cause of the abnormality in his body.

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, I'm dying of pain……"

At this moment, another cultivator quickly collapsed to the ground, rolling about while letting out a miserable wail.

"I feel like something is moving inside my belly."

The wailing cultivator's painful expression twisted, his hands pressed tightly against his abdomen.

However, strangely, as the cultivator's words fell, his abdomen began to slowly bulge, soon swelling to the size of a ball.

Soon after, more cultivators began to show similar symptoms.

For a moment, the atmosphere of relief was replaced by sudden abdominal pain.

At this moment, cries of wailing and weeping rose one after another; many cultivators lay on the ground struggling in pain, cold sweat pouring from their foreheads, soaking their clothes through with the agonizing cold sweat.

Seeing this, the old man's heart sank; he looked around and asked in a low voice.

"Sirs, have you all drunk the spring water from that altar?"

The cultivators nodded in unison, indicating they had indeed drunk the spring water.

"Could there be something wrong with that spring water?"

Someone began to doubt.

The old man furrowed his brows, his heart full of doubt; logically, that spring water should have helped them dispel the influence of the mysterious floral scent on their bodies, so this situation shouldn't have arisen.

Moreover, when everyone drank the water, he and the other cultivators had examined the spring water on the five-colored altar, which was clearly poisonous.

However, he had just asked the surrounding cultivators who had no abdominal pain or abnormality, and found that only those who had not drunk the water were normal.

"Everyone, don't panic; humans can have adverse reactions to spring water, but it might also be a temporary phenomenon."

The old man tried to calm everyone, but he himself had no confidence.

In the corner of the Mist Haze, Longling's voice echoed in the ears of Heifeng and the others: "Watch closely, the show is about to begin."

Heifeng and the Black and White Double Fiends exchanged glances, each seeing a hint of expectation in the other's eyes.

They knew Longling's plan would absolutely not be that simple.

Meanwhile, among the cultivators near the five-colored altar, the abdominal pain grew worse; some were already in agony, unable to catch their breath, faintly showing signs of impending unconsciousness, only able to moan softly.

"What on earth is happening?"

"Could we have been harmed by that spring water?" a female cultivator's voice trembled with tears.

"No, that's not right; this pain seems to contain a strange power wandering in my dantian."

An older cultivator endured the pain, striving to sense the changes within his body.

His words seemed to remind the others; some cultivators of higher cultivation level also began to try sensing the internal changes, gradually noticing an unusual sign.

"Everyone, quiet down; I feel that within this pain, there seems to be a vitality being nurtured."

A flash of realization crossed the older cultivator's eyes.

His words calmed the crowd; even those cultivators unable to bear the pain began to try sensing the changes within their bodies.

As time passed, some cultivators' faces showed shock and disbelief; they felt that something alive was quietly sprouting in their dantian.

"How could this be possible?"

"How could there be life growing in my dantian?"

A male cultivator stammered, his voice full of shock and fear.

The old man's face also turned unusually grave; he faintly sensed that behind all this might lie a conspiracy they could not have foreseen.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Longling's face showed a smug smile.

"Don't rush; the show is still to come."

Longling spoke softly, his eyes flashing with anticipation.

The cultivators near the five-colored altar were all staring at the spring water gushing from the central depression, their souls trembling involuntarily.

This made the surrounding atmosphere suddenly become eerily strange and tense.

The cultivators without abdominal pain hurriedly used their cultivation level to examine those in pain, hoping to find the source of the suffering.

However, the results of the examination shocked them greatly.

"This is impossible!"

After examining a fellow cultivator with abdominal pain, one cultivator stepped back several steps in shock, his face full of disbelief.

"What's wrong?"

"What did you find?"

The cultivator beside him hurriedly asked, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"His body, his body, there are signs of life inside!"

"This, this is clearly a sign of pregnancy!"

The examining cultivator stammered out this astonishing fact.

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding cultivators erupted in an uproar, unable to believe their ears.

"Pregnancy?"

"How could this be?"

They are all cultivators; not to mention they haven't even had intercourse, but even if they had, a man becoming pregnant defies common sense.

The cultivators suffering from abdominal pain were even more shocked to the extreme upon hearing this, their faces showing a complex expression mixed with fear and anger.

"What kind of joke is this!

"I'm a man, how could I get pregnant?"

A male cultivator suffering from abdominal pain roared, his voice full of disbelief.

"This must be some kind of illusion, or we've been cursed!"

Another cultivator trembled as he spoke, his face full of panic.

The old man also felt an unprecedented crisis at this moment, he said in a deep voice: "Everyone stay calm, there must be something fishy about this."

We cultivators may have many divine abilities, but a man getting pregnant is absolutely impossible.

There must be some mysterious mechanism unknown to us."

However, as time passed, the cultivators with abdominal pain began to feel the changes inside their bodies becoming increasingly obvious.

Their swollen bellies could even feel something inside kicking their own skin, which undoubtedly confirmed the fact of pregnancy.

"What... what on earth is going on?

How could we encounter such an absurd thing?"

A cultivator spoke despairingly.

Longling and Heifeng, who were observing in the dark, couldn't help but grin at this sight.

"Boss, your plan is truly flawless.

These cultivators would never have imagined, even to their deaths, that after drinking the spring water they would actually give birth to alien beings."

Heifeng praised.

Longling smiled slightly and said: "This is just a minor trial. The real show is still to come."

The Black and White Double Evil were also excited: "Using these cultivators to breed alien beings will not only increase our power, but also further uncover the secrets of the Ancient God Sect ruins."

Meanwhile, the cultivators near the Five-Colored Altar had fallen into unprecedented panic and chaos.

They didn't know that behind all this lay Longling's carefully crafted scheme.

Those female cultivators with swollen bellies were all ashen-faced, worrying not only about the bodily abnormality but also about future reputation.

In the Universe Cultivation World, female cultivators already have a delicate status; if this gets out, their reputations will be ruined in an instant.

The male cultivators were even more terrified, unable to understand or accept that, as men, they would actually show signs of pregnancy.

In the cultivation world, this is simply an absurdity of monumental proportions; how will they face the glances of their peers and the gossip behind their backs?

"What on earth is going on?

"I... I how could I..."

A male cultivator spoke incoherently, his voice trembling, his eyes filled with despair.

"My reputation is ruined; what face do I have left to stand in the cultivation world?"

A female cultivator covered her face and wept, her body slightly trembling, feeling an unprecedented helplessness and panic.

"A yin-yang person?

"No, I don't want to become a laughingstock for others.

"This is harder to bear than being killed!"

Another male cultivator furiously pounded his own abdomen, but could not alleviate the strange sensation of nurturing life.

"We must find the cause; this couldn't have happened for no reason!"

The old man, although equally shocked, still struggled to stay calm, trying to find a solution.

However, no matter how they examined themselves or cultivated their qi, they could find no way to solve the problem.

The cultivators began to gather together, discussing loudly, seeking countermeasures.

"Could it really be that there's no way?

Are we really destined to bear this shame for the rest of our lives?"

A young female cultivator had tear-filled eyes, her voice full of reluctance.

"No, there must be a solution.

We can't just give up like this!"

A male cultivator spoke firmly, although his heart was equally filled with fear.

In the dark, Longling and Heifeng and others coldly observed all of this.

Longling's mouth curled with a faint smile, as if he were quite satisfied with the cultivators' abnormal state.

"Boss, it seems these cultivators have already begun to despair."

Heifeng said, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.

"Despair?

"No, this has only just begun."

Longling responded lightly, his gaze deep, as if he were anticipating something more interesting to happen.

"What should we do next?"

The Black and White Double Evil asked, full of curiosity about Longling's plan.

Longling smiled slightly, a flash of cunning light in his eyes: "Next, we will make these cultivators completely our pawns."

Meanwhile, the cultivators around the Five-Colored Altar continued to struggle in despair, their spirits nearly at the breaking point.

Finally, a cultivator proposed a bold and cruel suggestion.

"Perhaps.

Perhaps we can try to use our cultivation to strangle the life growing inside us."

This cultivator's voice trembled slightly; obviously, even for himself, this idea was hard to accept.

"Are you crazy?"

"That's a life!"

The female cultivator beside him stared at him in shock, her eyes full of disbelief.

"But we have no choice; if we don't do this, our cultivation level, our future, will all be destroyed!"

The cultivator who made the suggestion retorted, his eyes flashing with decisive light.

Some bold cultivators began to feel that this might be the only way out, and they decided to try.

Under everyone's gaze, a male cultivator closed his eyes, began to circulate his internal energy, attempting to refine the life fetus within his body.

However, as his internal energy circulated, his face began to turn pale, followed by a spasm of intense pain. He felt that the life fetus was like taking root in his dantian, tightly connected to his vitality.

"Ah no!"

With a shrill scream, the cultivator's body suddenly stiffened, then collapsed to the ground, devoid of vitality.

This scene made all the cultivators present feel a chill.

Only then did they understand that strangling the life fetus within their bodies was tantamount to self-destruction.

"How how is this possible?"

A female cultivator covered her mouth, her eyes filled with panic.

"The life fetus is closely tied to our lives; if forcibly refined, it will only."

The old man's voice also trembled; he could not continue speaking.

The cultivators who attempted to strangle the life fetus fell one after another, their bodies losing all vitality in an instant.

The atmosphere in the Five-Colored Altar grew even heavier; the remaining cultivators looked at each other, their hearts filled with despair.

In the shadows, Longling watched all this, the smile at the corners of his mouth growing thicker.

"It seems, truly utterly foolish."

Longling spoke softly, his voice carrying a hint of pride.

"Boss, your plan is truly brilliant; these cultivators will no doubt never escape your grasp."

Heifeng praised, feeling genuine admiration for Longling's methods.

"Next, they will become even more desperate, and our opportunity will arrive."

Longling's eyes gleamed with anticipation, as if he had already seen the success of his plan.

The cultivators with the aberrant creature eggs taking root and nurturing in their abdomens were at a loss amidst grief and panic, desperately unsure of what to do next.

They now dare not act rashly; the bodies of the cultivators who have lost their lives lie still on the cold ground, having become witnesses to the attempted tragedy.

The cultivators, in despair and fear, began to lose control, their emotions becoming agitated, their words filled with anger and helplessness.

"The scoundrels of the Ancient God Sect, what exactly have they done?"

A male cultivator roared, veins bulging on his face, fury at its peak.

"We have no grudge against them, yet they actually devised such a vicious trap to harm us?"

A female cultivator wept, her voice full of grievance and confusion.

As emotions rose, some cultivators began to vent their dissatisfaction and panic with all sorts of nonsensical words:

"Are those Ancient God Sect folks just bored, researching this evil art to harm people?"

"Maybe they themselves are a bunch of monsters, otherwise they wouldn't come up with such a ghostly idea of making people pregnant!"

"This is simply unheard of, unseen."

"What the heck is stuffed in the heads of those Ancient God Sect guys?"

"Just entering the Ancient God Sect ruins to seize treasures, we didn't gain any treasure, yet we ended up getting ourselves pregnant?"

"When we go out to meet our elders, we'll surely be expelled from the sect!"

Many cultivators loudly lamented.

Even some cultivators began to suspect that behind all this lay a greater conspiracy…

"Could it be that the Ancient God Sect is plotting to control us? Let us become pregnant, then give birth to their... their monsters?"

"Could it be that the Ancient God Sect has already mastered some secret art of controlling hearts, intending to achieve the sect's revival through this means?"

In the chaos and panic, the cultivators' imaginations became extraordinarily rich, with all kinds of guesses and accusations popping up one after another.

However, these nonsensical accusations and guesses cannot resolve their current predicament.

In the shadows, Longling, Heifeng, and others found the cultivators' anger and helplessness amusing.

"Truly a bunch of headless flies, bumping around aimlessly."

Heifeng mocked.

Longling then gave a slight smile and said: "The ignorant fear nothing; the more they act like this, the more advantageous it is for our plan."

"Boss, should we seize this opportunity to further control them?"

One of the Black and White Double Fiends proposed.

Longling waved his hand and said.

"No rush, let them stay chaotic a while longer."

"When they are utterly desperate, then striking will yield better results."