Many years passed in the blink of an eye, and the Tianxiong Dynasty gradually began to decline.
It is worth mentioning that after Liu De experienced that incident, he was made king and given a small fiefdom. His life in his later years was also very good.
It's a pity that I can't reach the true martial arts realm and see a broader path of martial arts.
But...ignorance may be considered a kind of happiness.
Early morning, in the tavern.
"When a country is about to perish, there will be evil spirits in troubled times... Our Tianxiong is really getting worse and worse!"
An old man stroked his beard and said.
Xia Po understood that the other party was probably talking about the Demon Emperor of the Tianyuan Dynasty and the recently appeared Divine Mud.
Divine mud does not mean sacred mud, but a kind of monster.
Recently, not only in Kyoto, but also in many places throughout the Tianxiong Dynasty, people have witnessed the so-called sacred mud.
It is said that this divine clay will sneak into people's homes, kill a random person, and then transform into that person to replace him. After you completely relax your vigilance against him, he will gradually devour your mind and turn you into a fool.
Xia Po didn't believe such rumors at first.
If he was really a monster, how could he use such troublesome methods?
But as time went by, he discovered that something was not right about this, because there were actually a bunch of people in Kyoto who had their minds devoured and seemed to be crazy and stupid.
Xia Po once went to find one, and after studying it carefully with his spiritual consciousness, he found that something was wrong.
Because to be precise, that person's mind was not devoured, but his soul was devoured!
Those who can swallow other people's souls are definitely monks who practice the way of souls.
This really shocked him. There are still monks practicing the way of the soul these days?
This training system almost only existed in legends when he was playing games. It was not that no one practiced it at all, but that almost everyone became crazy after practicing it.
In the cruel world of cultivation, lunatics basically cannot live long and are generally not encountered.
And the reason why it becomes like this is because the way of the soul is extremely demanding just to get started.
Not only does it require a strong understanding to understand one's own soul, but it also requires establishing a connection between the physical body and the soul. These two points alone are enough to turn 99% of people who try to practice the way of the soul into madmen or idiots.
Even if you're lucky and get in, that's just the beginning of a nightmare.
Every time you practice, you have to communicate with your soul, which means that every time you practice, you have to bear the risk of becoming crazy or stupid at any time.
Who would practice this kind of Tao?
But he didn't pay much attention to this matter, after all, it had something to do with him.
The way of cultivating the soul may sound very cool, but in fact it is a useless training system. Otherwise, Xia Po would not have been so crazy for fifteen years and never encountered anyone.
Never even heard of it.
According to Xia Po's understanding, this type of monk is very weak and has a single attack method, similar to raising corpses.
They will capture some monks, and then use some kind of spell on the monk's soul to make the monk available to him.
But a monk without thoughts is just like a human machine. He doesn't know how to use spells and other props, so he has nothing to be afraid of.
Besides, this is still the mortal world, so how strong can a monk who has practiced the way of the soul be?
If that's all, then that's fine. The key is that there are only a limited number of monks that can be controlled, which is very useless!
How desperate do you have to be to choose this kind of cultivation system?
Now he can knock down the monks in the early and middle stages of foundation building with one punch. He must be able to kill him in seconds if he really encounters him.
With this in mind, Xia Po paid for the drinks and returned to his small courtyard.
After practicing the sword for several hours, it got dark. Just when he thought it was another ordinary day and was about to go to bed, he saw a figure in his yard.
"Xia Po, why are you still up so late?"
Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar voice, Xia Po blinked and was completely stunned for a moment.
"What are you doing standing still? Go to bed quickly. I'm getting older every day. I only know how to play games and I don't even look for a partner..."
This figure is a woman, a middle-aged woman, not very good-looking, and even full of traces of time.
But the moment he saw this woman was the most shocking moment when Xia Po came into this world.
"Mom, you...why are you here?"
"What did you say? It's been a strange day."
Looking at this face, Xia Po shook his head, walked up to the opponent, and swung the knife without hesitation!
The next second, the woman was actually split in half, and then many things similar to souls ran out of it.
In the end, it turned into a puddle of mud, dripping onto the ground bit by bit.
Seeing this scene, Xia Po's heart began to beat crazily, and he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
"When? When did it start?"
He is really panicking now, because there is only one possibility for this situation to happen, and that is that his memory was captured at some point!
That's his memory!
There are secrets about his identity as a time traveler and his immortality!
If these two things are leaked, the consequences will be absolutely disastrous!
Without any time to think about it, he immediately began to use his spiritual consciousness to check every pore on his body. Finally, after repeated searches, he discovered some small powder hidden in his mind.
After using a special method to eliminate the powder from the body, he blinked.
It seems that someone can spread this thing outside, and if you are not careful, you will inhale the powder into your brain, and your memory will be stolen.
Then, he looked at the puddle of mud on the ground.
This mud is not life, so it is not blocked by the formation in the house.
There is a high probability that it is controlled by some kind of magic, and it will follow pre-set actions, just like a programmer writing a program.
Just think of the program as this mess, and the programmer as the caster.
After thinking about it carefully, he probably understood what was going on.
This powder and this mud are one. Once the powder is inhaled and the memory is stolen, the mud will fabricate a person it trusts most based on the memory.
Because he is too strong, the memories stolen by this powder are only the memories that he had long forgotten in the cerebral cortex before he traveled through time.
This is also the reason why the person who appeared was his mother.
There is a certain misunderstanding in what is said in the mortal world. It seems that the divine mud does not change into the appearance of that person after killing someone, but changes into the appearance of that person, then kills the original owner, and then approaches the target.
Devouring the soul is a very cumbersome process and requires the target's soul not to resist, so it must be a trusted person who can devour it slowly and without rushing.
When it's finished eating, change to the next target.
There is an advantage to doing this, that is, the monk who practices the way of the soul behind the scenes is equivalent to hanging up. He does not have to do anything and can continuously harvest the soul.
Xia Po's mother is not in this world at all, so the process of killing the original owner is naturally omitted.
After he figured it out, he breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved.
If his memory is really known to someone, he will kill that person at any cost!
But even so, there was still anger on his face.
Regardless of anything else, just reminding him of his mother was enough to kill him.
What's more, the other party's move really scared him. What if the other party had some other method to steal other people's memories without anyone noticing, and happened to steal his...
This must never happen!
Thinking of this, he narrowed his eyes and looked at the mud on the ground.
"You have to come to Shenni one day to recover these souls, right? I have a lot of time, so I'm not in a hurry, I'll just wait for you to come!"