Chapter 551

Land beyond the Dao.

Slap!

A water-dipped leather whip lashed onto his body, burning with pain.

"Dare to hit me?"

Fang Xing had just woken up from ignorance and subconsciously wanted to mobilize the power of laws.

But his heart went cold in an instant.

"The power of laws has no reaction. Is this another world similar to the 'Yuzhe'? The body my primordial spirit has possessed has decaying essence and blood, weak... too weak..."

He bared his teeth and looked around, seeing several ragged teenagers and girls, some with gloating smiles on their faces, and of course, more with fear.

Directly in front of him, an Oriental man in a blood-colored robe, dressed like an ancient, was holding a leather whip and looking over fiercely: "You 'paper slaves' remember, every month, you must hand in ten 'blood papers'. If one is missing, it's a whip... If more than five are missing, hehe, you don't have to live either."

"This original body is a bit miserable... seems to be a slave?"

"And must complete the task, now there is a shortfall, and is being punished?"

Fang Xing's heart moved: "No... where is my main body?"

Rumble!

Just at this moment, a series of memories emerged, making his eyes go dark, and he fainted directly.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a small wooden house.

The wooden house was built with fence boards, leaking wind on all sides, and straw was spread under him.

Beside him, someone seemed to be cutting his clothes.

Well, this task was short of three "blood papers," so the teenager took three whips and three bloodstains appeared on his back.

The key is that the clothing fibers are mixed with flesh and blood, which is very difficult to handle.

Cutting the clothes directly is a bit easier.

His eyes moved, and he saw a young girl.

The other party was wearing a green cloth skirt, with a full chest, peach cheeks and apricot eyes, and a romantic mole at the corner of her mouth, looking a bit older than her actual age.

A series of memories emerged, letting him know the girl's name in front of him: "Taohong, thank you..."

"Hmph, this is the golden sore medicine treasured by my family... there isn't much left."

Taohong's hands were nimble, and her mouth was faster: "You remember that I saved you this time and used medicine on you. You have to pay me back two 'blood papers' next time..."

"Two is two, can you give me some water..."

Fang Xing felt his lips dry, almost tearing, and his throat burning.

Counting the traversals over the years, it seems there has never been one more miserable than this.

"Yo... how come you feel more refreshed after taking a few whips than before..."

Taohong smiled, stood up, and not long after, took a chipped pottery bowl and placed it in front of Fang Xing: "Young Master Fang, enjoy it... I'm leaving!"

The wooden door slammed shut.

Fang Xing drank water slowly, baring his teeth with every move, then silently closed his eyes, recalling the original body's memories he had just obtained.

"Land beyond the Dao, Great Zhou Zhou Shenchao..."

"This body is also called 'Fang Xing', from a humble background, later encountered a great disaster, and was kidnapped by the evil people of the Blood Shadow Sect as a slave..."

"This is the Land beyond the Dao, where there are immortals riding the wind and evil spirits doing evil. Further north is the Great Zhou Zhou Shenchao, a place yearned for by countless mortals..."

"The Land beyond the Dao is chaotic and ruled by the ten righteous and evil sects... There are also cultivators who can practice here, but the means are different."

"Righteous sects can draw talismans, refine flying swords, pray, and refine pills... Evil sects are good at corpse driving, shadow puppetry, paper folding, and inviting gods..."

"Regardless of righteous or evil, they are all targets of the Great Zhou Zhou Shenchao, or rather, they couldn't survive in the Great Zhou Zhou Shenchao, so they came to the Land beyond the Dao to open a sect..."

"The original body's family lived a life worse than death under the rule of the evil sect 'Blood Shadow Sect'. This time, it seems because taxes were not paid in time or something, many people were demoted to slaves..."

"Actually, being a slave is fine. If it were the Corpse Driving Sect, they would all be refined into zombies..."

"In the Blood Shadow Sect, there are paper slaves, medicine people, beast slaves, etc... The mortality rate is very high. The original body has supported it for a long time. At this time, he is a lonely star, his family is dead, and he is not long for this world... Then I was reborn with a wisp of primordial spirit?"

After clarifying the ins and outs, Fang Xing's expression became very solemn: "If this continues, I will die soon... unless I can successfully practice and become one of the Blood Shadow Sect's own..."

When he was just kidnapped, the Blood Shadow Sect had tested him and issued an introductory cultivation method, and then the original body achieved nothing.

Fang Xing recalled silently: "Well, to enter the practice in this world, it seems that one also needs a certain physical 'talent', first sensing a certain special aura, and then being able to absorb and practice... entering the 'Qi Sensing Realm', and then laying the foundation of the Dao, which is 'Nine Levels of Qi Sensing, Three Grades of Dao Foundation'..."

"The original body couldn't even pass the first level, as for me?"

Fang Xing sensed himself and shook his head: "Seems about the same... this time I'm really going to die."

Although the original body is only sixteen, he has been a "paper slave" for more than half a year.

The so-called "blood paper" needs to be nourished with one's own essence and blood to be achieved. Making one sheet consumes a lot of lifespan.

Therefore, the formal disciples of the Blood Shadow Sect never do this, and let the paper slaves do it.

This is why Fang Xing sees these paper slaves all with decaying blood and energy, looking like they won't live past twenty-five.

"My True Immortal body was destroyed, and I only have a wisp of primordial spirit imprint, weak to the extreme... also unable to sense the strange aura in the void..."

Suddenly.

Fang Xing's face changed.

Finding that he couldn't practice was one thing, but there was another very important thing: "I am just an avatar, where is my main body? Where is my huge main body?"

If the cultivation avatar is destroyed, it's destroyed, but if the main body is destroyed, the problem is big.

"I can sense... the main body is indeed in this great world, but the state is very strange, seems to be in a deep sleep. Could it be... the reason for suppressing that transcendence inheritance?" Fang Xing's face was as calm as water.

"Looking at it this way, my cultivation avatar cannot easily die... otherwise I won't be able to wake up the main body, and the follow-up will be very troublesome..."

"Power, I need to obtain power as soon as possible!"

It's not that he is a 14th-realm Dao Lord, but he has such embarrassment.

The Great Dao is eternal, but the laws will vary with the world. When one reaches a world where the fluctuations of laws are isolated, one is blind.

After resting for a few hours, Fang Xing walked out of his wooden house.

What met his eyes was a valley shrouded in thin mist.

Hundreds of wooden houses were scattered around, looking equally dilapidated.

There was also a river passing by, and this small river was not clear, but carried a bit of stench.

Because above the river, a magnificent building was built, which was the "Paper Workshop."

Please... you... collect 6... 9... book... bar...!

"Blood paper is a necessity for Blood Shadow Sect cultivators to practice 'Paper Folding Technique', using various tree barks and coarse hemp as raw materials... After nineteen procedures such as pulping, precipitation, and bleaching, it finally becomes a pool of 'original pulp'... The paper slave's job is to use a 'paper copying net' to fish out the paper and dry it... In this process, one needs to feed it with one's own essence and blood to make the finished 'blood paper'..."

"According to this body, this demonic method is too damaging to the vitality, and it will consume nearly ten years of lifespan in about a month..."

"I have been here for more than half a year, and I couldn't even complete the last task... Obviously, I have reached the ranks of being about to be eliminated..."

Coo coo!

Just as Fang Xing was pondering, his stomach growled ungratefully.

"The feeling of hunger? How long has it been?"

"Even the strongest will, if there is no strong body support, will gradually degenerate..."

"The mortal body is really a burden, but it cannot be abandoned, and it must be served with exquisite food, warm clothes, and a comfortable environment, lest it get sick or go on strike..."

Fang Xing sighed faintly and looked at the cafeteria.

In order to keep this group of paper slaves, the Blood Shadow Sect would at least provide three meals.

But he looked up again and found that it was already night, and he could only see little starlight.

Obviously, those masters in the cafeteria couldn't wait until now.

He walked a few steps and heard the low panting of men coming from nearby wooden houses, and the sobbing of women.

"Well, seems like everyone is not very convenient, better to be self-reliant..."

Fang Xing observed that this valley area is very large.

He came to the river, frowned slightly, and looked at the Paper Workshop.

He walked another distance and came to the upstream of the Paper Workshop.

The river water here is much clearer, and the bottom of the river is shadowy, as if there are fish.

Fang Xing held a sharpened branch and waited quietly.

Plop!

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he stabbed the wooden stick into the water!

When he made the move, he sighed in his heart: "Mistake... this body is really too poor... the back injury also affected the exertion of force."

Sure enough, the wooden stick poked into the water, and nothing was stabbed, but a fish was startled away.

"There are cultivators guarding the entrance of the valley, and there may be formations..."

"Want to leave, the bottom of the river might be considered? But the mortal's breath-holding time is a big problem..."

Fang Xing came to another place, his vision wandering aimlessly.

Suddenly!

Plop!

He stabbed the wooden stick into the water and stabbed a black-backed carp.

Slap slap!

The carp fell to the ground, did not die for a while, and was still flapping.

Fang Xing stepped forward, picked up a stone, and smashed it randomly at a position between the two fish eyes.

This is where the fish brain was smashed, and the fish stopped moving.

"Can have grilled fish later..."

"The law of the jungle, this is also the Dao of nature..."

Just as Fang Xing was sighing, boom!

In front of him, the phantom of the pitch-black gold-patterned broken horn emerged, and then turned into streaks of data flow:

【Name: Fang Xing】

【Age: 16/25】

【Profession discovered: Druid! Do you want to take the job? Yes/No?】

"This is... attribute panel? No... I am just an avatar, unable to manipulate the attribute panel, it is just a brand-new power displayed in the way of the attribute panel I am most familiar with..."

"This is actually a transcendence inheritance? After my main body suppressed that inheritance, it passed on the parts that could already be understood... And by taking the job of a Druid and constantly upgrading, it is the process of constantly digesting this inheritance?"

Fang Xing understood the ins and outs instantly, and glanced at the age column: "This body is 16, can only live to 25? Sure enough, the essence and blood are greatly lost, and the lifespan is greatly reduced..."

"Now I need power, take the job!"

(End of chapter)