In three years, in addition to teaching Kuntu, Zhou Tong completely changed his previous attitude of playing in the world of mortals and went all out to improve his cultivation.

Fortunately, it is hidden enough here and has not been discovered by the invading monsters.

Relying on a large number of elixirs, Zhou Tong improved his cultivation by a large margin in just three years. Although he has not yet broken through the middle stage of foundation building, he has already touched the threshold.

And Kuntu has officially embarked on the road of cultivating immortality. With Zhou Tong's guidance, he has reached the second level of Qi Refining in just three years, which is much faster than he was at the beginning.

Hiding here has not helped much in improving his cultivation, so Zhou Tong decided to go out and have a look.

If he wants to survive in this troubled world, his current methods are far from enough. He needs to make himself stronger.

Even if Middle-earth has completely fallen, those large clans can still leave some legacy to a greater or lesser extent.

"Quintu, we have to leave!"

Zhou Tong took everything he could carry and walked out of the cave.

Kuntu looked at this place reluctantly. Although the cave was simple, it was his true home in his heart.

"Master! I'm coming!"

Quintu quickly followed.

It is already the cold winter season, and the low mountains are covered with thick snow. As far as the eye can see, the sky and the earth are completely white.

Zhou Tong took a deep breath and did not choose to fly with his sword. It would be too conspicuous and would be dangerous if the bugs sensed it.

After giving Kuntu a Wind Control Talisman, the master and apprentice concealed their aura and quickly headed south.

Along the way, there was total silence, and even large beasts were rarely seen.

Even if the grassland encounters the most terrible white plague, it will not be possible to walk for so long without encountering the herd of animals.

"Quintu, be careful!"

Zhou Tong's face was solemn, this situation made him no longer have the slightest chance of luck.

Following the direction in their memory, the two of them headed straight for Sanyang City.

A few days later, the two stopped near a frozen river.

Zhou Tong looked ahead with an ugly expression.

In his spiritual perception, there are "graves" standing hundreds of miles ahead, where a large amount of insect breath gathers.

If he remembered correctly, this place should have been a gathering place for grassland tribes, but now there is no trace of living people.

"Master, what's wrong?"

Kuntu asked with some confusion.

"Nothing? Let's go!"

Zhou Tong changed direction and kept using his spiritual sense to carefully avoid possible dangers along the way.

But dispersing his consciousness for a long time consumes a lot of his mental energy.

Even with his current mental attributes, it is still a big burden.

However, the two of them still found Zeng Sanyang City without any danger, but it had already turned into ruins.

Looking around, there are potholes everywhere, obviously there has been a fierce battle here.

At this time, the city was empty, with no living people and no insects.

Only the ruins and ruins standing in the vast snow silently tell the past glory of this place.

This was the first time for Kuntu to see such a big city, and he couldn't imagine how lively it must have been here.

Zhou Tong walked into the city with Kuntu, passed by the square, and saw the huge stone monument still erected here.

The mottled dark red marks on it and the dead bones scattered everywhere made Zhou Tong feel extremely depressed.

"Master, what are we going to do?"

Quinto asked.

"Go and see what's left here. Collect more supplies. I'm afraid the road ahead will be even harder."

Zhou Tong and Kuntu quickly shuttled through the ruined city, looking for everything of value.

After half a month of hard work, hundreds of thousands of spiritual stones, various exercises, and a large number of well-preserved magic tools and other materials for cultivating immortals were collected from these ruins.

If these things were placed in peaceful times, they would definitely be a fortune, but they are far from enough for Zhou Tong.

He needs more. Only a large amount of resources can allow him to quickly increase his strength in a short period of time. Otherwise, he will not even have a chance to escape when encountering powerful bugs.

After searching carefully for three more days and confirming that there was nothing valuable here, we set foot on the road south again.

After passing Sanyang City, you will reach the hinterland of China, which was once the territory of the northern country Daiguo.

Although Daiguo is only a medium-sized country, it has a large population, and there are also several second- and third-rate immortal cultivating sects within its borders.

However, the two of them passed through several large human cities, and all they saw were ruins.

"Master, are we the only ones alive in this world?"

Quintu's voice was trembling.

Zhou Tong trembled when he heard this and didn't know how to answer this question.

Sighing softly: "No, there are many powerful monks in this world. They should still be resisting. We will find them."

Although Zhou Tong has a map of China, the specific locations of all the Immortal Cultivation Sects are not marked on it. Finding these gates is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Zhou Tong thought for a while and decided to go to the Danchen Sect Mountain Gate, which is closest to here, to have a look.

Although it's close, it's still a thousand miles away. Even if they rely on the Wind Control Technique, they still have to walk for a long time.

A few days later, Zhou Tong looked happy as he sensed human aura.

With Kuntu, we quickly found the human survivors hiding in the deserted mountains and dense forests.

There are more than a hundred of these mortals, all of them are sallow and skinny, and look like savages.

Seeing Zhou Tong appear, these people were obviously a little surprised.

One of them reacted and knelt on the ground excitedly.

"Master Immortal, are you an Immortal Master?"

Zhou Tong looked at the thin man, nodded and said, "Do you have anyone else?"

Seeing Zhou Tong admit his identity, these mortals were immediately excited.

"Master Immortal, save us."

Looking at the mortals kneeling on the ground crying in agony, Zhou Tong waved his hand, and everyone felt a soft force dragging them up.

"Get up and talk!"

Zhou Tong called the skinny man over and asked him something.

According to what the skinny man said, monsters broke through the border defense line three years ago, and Dai country was occupied by monsters within a month.

Human warriors and troops resisted with force. They were lucky enough to escape to the mountains and hide in time. There were originally thousands of people, but after a few years, only a hundred or so people remained.

They have also seen immortal masters, but under the siege of those powerful monsters, many immortal masters have also fallen.

Zhou Tong felt very uncomfortable looking at these savage-like refugees.

The glorious cultivation civilization has almost suffered a fatal blow in just a few years. If there are not many immortal cultivators left, as time goes by, the cessation of civilization in this world will be inevitable.

Even if there are mortals who survive, they will probably gradually degenerate back to the primitive era.

Compared with technological civilization, mortals in cultivation civilization have no place to resist.
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