I don’t know how much time passed. Zhou Tong slowly opened his eyes, and his mind went blank for a while.

Slowly, his memory began to come back, his expression changed, he turned over and sat up, but a sharp pain like tearing came from his body.

When he looked down, he saw that half of his body was charred and black.

"I'm not dead? Where is this?"

Zhou Tong looked around. It was dimly lit and looked like a cave underground.

There are some miscellaneous items placed around, and it looks like someone lives here.

He wanted to get up, but the injuries on his body made him extremely painful even if he moved even a little bit.

After lying down again, think about the current situation.

At present, it seems that after I was affected by the self-destruction of the magic circle, I should have been rescued by chance, but I don’t know where the owner of this place went.

The scene of Yang Lin's self-destruction kept flashing back in his mind.

In his two lifetimes, he has never owed such a huge favor.

Yang Lin was not related to him, and in the end he would rather sacrifice himself to help him escape. He wanted to ask Yang Lin why he did this.

It's just that Yang Lin is already dead, which makes him feel nothing but regret and guilt for him.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming.

His consciousness spread and he saw a little barbarian boy outside the cave struggling to drag a prey.

The boy trudged back to the cave and was about to get rid of the prey when he suddenly found that the man he had brought back had woken up.

Then he chatted a lot excitedly, but Zhou Tong didn't understand a word.

"Did you save me? Thank you very much!"

Zhou Tong smiled at him.

The boy couldn't understand what Zhou Tong said, but he smiled to himself and understood that the other party was trying to be nice to him.

Then he pointed at himself and said: "Kuntu! Kuntu!"

Zhou Tong realized something and smiled: "Is Kuntu your name?"

After saying that, he raised his hand with difficulty, pointed at himself and said: "Zhou Tong!"

Kuntu called Zhou Tong's name several times in a Chinese language with non-standard pronunciation, and asked Zhou Tong to nod. The boy seemed very happy.

Zhou Tong watched as Kuntu disposed of the prey that was suspected to be some kind of deer, and lit a fire to roast it.

The aroma of meat spreads in this small cave.

After the food was roasted, Kuntu cut off a piece of plump meat and gave it to Zhou Tong.

Although Zhou Tong had already gone away, he couldn't refuse the other party's kindness, so he picked it up and ate it slowly.

As the days passed, Zhou Tong relied on the healing elixir to slowly recover from his injuries.

He also relied on his strong mental power to understand the language spoken by Quintu within a month.

Quintu is an orphan. His father is a hunter on the grassland, but he was kicked out of the tribe because of some things when he was just born.

The father and son were wandering on the grassland. They accidentally discovered this hidden cave and stayed here for several years.

Until Quintu was nine years old, his father died during a hunting. The young Quintu looked at the skills taught by his father and lived alone in this wilderness for two years.

A month ago, there was a terrifying loud noise in the distance, and the mountain began to shake. Kuntu thought he was going to die. Fortunately, the shaking did not last long, otherwise he would have been buried in this cave.<

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A few days later, when Kuntu went out hunting, he found the unconscious Zhou Tong and brought him back.

Zhou Tong is very grateful to this barbarian child. Although his body is strong, if he is unprepared, if he falls into the mouth of a monster or those bugs from another world, he will definitely die.

Looking at Kuntu who was busy, Zhou Tong said: "Kuntu, are there any scary bugs outside now?"

Kuntu shook his head: "No, everything is normal around here. There are no bugs like Uncle Zhou mentioned."

Zhou Tong nodded and murmured: "It seems that the self-destruction of the magic circle should have seriously injured those insects. With my own injury, it seems that I can only hide here for a while."

With that said, he waved to Kuntu.

"Come here!"

Kuntu came over confused.

"Uncle Zhou, what's wrong?"

"Stretch out your hand."

Under Kuntu's puzzled gaze, Zhou Tong grabbed his wrist and explored it carefully.

"It's actually three spiritual roots."

Zhou Tong smiled and said: "Kuntu, do you want to become an immortal?"

"Cultivation to immortality? What cultivation to immortality?"

Quintu was a little confused.

Zhou Tong explained: "Cultivation as an immortal can give you great power and increase your lifespan. How old do you think Uncle Zhou is?"

Kuntu looked at Zhou Tong's face seriously, thought for a while and said: "Uncle Zhou looks younger than my father. My father seems to be thirty years old, and Uncle Zhou should be the same age."
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While Zhou Tong was recuperating these days, he also taught Kuntu some simple knowledge. At least he couldn't do arithmetic within a hundred.

Zhou Tong smiled and said: "Uncle Zhou, I am already over a hundred years old."

Kuntu looked at Zhou Tong in disbelief and quickly counted on his fingers.

"Uncle Zhou, you are older than my father's father."

"Yes! If you want to become an immortal, I can accept you as my disciple. If you succeed in becoming an immortal, you can be like my uncle."

"I want to cultivate immortality! Please teach me, uncle."

Quintu was a little excited.

Zhou Tong smiled and sat cross-legged.

"Well, from today on, you are my disciple, Zhou Tong, and the forty-fifth generation disciple of the Xuanling Sect in China. Kuntu, please kneel down!"

When Kuntu heard this, he quickly knelt on the ground. "Kuntu pays homage to the master!"

Zhou Tong nodded: "Kuntu, the world is now being invaded by monsters from another world. The reason why our teacher was injured was due to fighting those monsters. Now troubled times are coming. You must remember that monsters will always be our enemies. As long as

As long as the bugs are still there, we will keep fighting.

We cultivate immortality in order to pursue immortality, but the world forces us to do so. Only by killing all those alien races can the path to immortality in this world prosper.

If you choose the path of cultivating immortality, you are destined to never have peace in your life, so think about it carefully.

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Kuntu looked determined and bowed: "Master, I am not afraid, I want to cultivate immortality!"

Zhou Tong nodded: "Okay, from today on, we, the master and the disciple, will depend on each other. If you are lucky enough that the sect is still there, I will take you back to recognize your ancestors and return to the sect."

A month had passed since the defense line collapsed. He could not imagine how miserable the Middle-earth was at this time. He could not recover from his injuries for a while, so he could only hide here with peace of mind.

After he regained some mobility, he set up a small illusion array near the cave. Although he didn't know how useful it would be, it was better than nothing.
Chapter completed!