From the corner of his eye, he saw what seemed to be a person among the ruins not far away.

From a distance, this man was neatly dressed and seemed to have no injuries. He was sitting there leaning against the wall.

The most important thing is that the exposed skin of the other party's body is normal in color, not blue and black!

Such a figure would not appear in this city unless it was a living person!

As for living people... the young man has not met anyone other than himself these days.

This scene shocked him, and he soon seemed to think of something, and his breathing became slightly faster.

I had the intention to go, but the hazy night behind me had already swallowed me up.

The young man hesitated, remembered the location, and left quickly.

After galloping all the way, and finally catching up with him in the dark night, the young man returned to his temporary residence in this city.

It was a hole in the ground. It was very small and full of bird feathers.

The gap at the entrance is not big enough for adults to get in, but teenagers can barely get in.

After entering, he skillfully blocked the entrance with books, rocks and other debris from the cave.

The moment it was completely filled, the darkness outside covered it in an instant.

The young man did not relax his vigilance. He held the iron stick firmly in his hand, held his breath, and squatted there to listen for a long time.

Gradually, the roars and shrill sounds of strange beasts could be heard, occasionally mixed with weird laughter.

It wasn't until a clearer roar echoed, and the young man was so nervous that the sound seemed to be passing by and faded away. After it gradually became quieter, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat aside.

It was pitch dark inside the cave, and the young man sat there silently, as if time had stopped at this moment.

He was in a daze for a while, calmed down the nerves that had been tense all day, grabbed a water bottle from beside him, took a few sips, ignored the sounds outside, and took out the vulture from his pocket.

In the dark, he put it to his mouth and bit it bit by bit.

There was a fishy taste in his throat, but he calmly swallowed it slowly, squeezing the food down his throat and into his stomach.

The stomach is also moving vigorously at this moment, trying to digest and relieve hunger.

Soon a whole vulture was eaten by him. The young man took a deep breath, waves of exhaustion rushed over his body, and his eyes slowly closed.

But he was always clutching the black iron stick in his hand, like a lone wolf pretending to be asleep.

If there is any abnormality, he will open his eyes instantly.

In the outside world at this moment, darkness is like a curtain, covering the city, the earth, and the sky.

The world under the sky is extremely vast, and the overseas Nanhuang Continent is just one of them.

Few people know how big the entire world is. Only the majestic remnant of the sky is so intimidating that everyone can look up.

The exact time of arrival of this remnant face is unknown.

People only know from brief descriptions in some classics that a long, long time ago, this world full of fairy spirit was prosperous and full of vitality, until...this huge broken face emerged from the distant depths of the void.

, comes with destruction and attraction.

During the arrival process, the sentient beings in this world tried every means to stop it, but all failed. In the end, only a few ancient emperors led some of their tribesmen to abandon the sentient beings and chose to migrate.

Soon, the broken face arrived and hung in the sky. From then on, the nightmare came.

The aura from Him pervades the entire world, including mountains, seas, all things and sentient beings, and even the spiritual energy that monks rely on for their practice has been infected by it.

All things will wither, all living things will perish, and not even one of a hundred will survive.

From then on, those who survived this disaster called this half-face...a god.

This world is called the End Land, and the place where the ancient emperor went is called the Holy Land.

This title has been passed down from generation to generation through many eras.

And the disasters brought by the gods are not just these. His majesty suppresses all living beings all the time, because...

Every few years, decades or even hundreds of years, He would open his eyes from time to time and continue to count his breaths.

Every time He opened his eyes and looked at the area, it would be instantly polluted by its aura.

The lives were reduced to ashes and turned into an eternal forbidden area.

Over the past epochs, there have been more and more restricted areas in this world, and the habitable areas have become less and less.

Nine days ago, the god opened his eyes again and looked at the area where the young man was.

All species and more than a dozen human cities in that area, no matter where they exist, whether in the city or in the slums outside the city, are instantly polluted and turned into a restricted area for life.

Under this horrific pollution, some of all living things decomposed directly into blood mist, some mutated and became mindless alien beasts, and some even lost their souls and left behind polluted blue-black corpses.

Only a very small number of humans and animals can survive.

Young man is one of them.

At this moment, outside the dark cave, following a shrill sound from far to near, the sleeping young man quickly opened his eyes.

He instinctively raised the iron sign in his hand and looked warily at the blocked entrance gap.

It wasn't until the shrill sound circled nearby and gradually faded away that the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

No longer sleepy, he touched his leather bag and took out a bamboo slip from it.

In the darkness, he touched the writing on the bamboo slip, and there seemed to be some light in his eyes. Then he sat upright, closed his eyes, and adjusted his breathing.

The boy's name is Xu Qing, and he has lived alone and difficultly in a slum outside this city since he was a child.

During the sudden catastrophe nine days ago, he hid in the crevices of the rocks. Unlike other people who were frightened and crazy, he calmly looked at the gods who opened their eyes in the sky. In the eyes of the gods in the sky, the special cross pupils seemed to be lost.

The emotion of fear.

Until he saw a purple light falling from the sky and landing in the northeast of the city.

The next moment, he fell into a coma.

After waking up, he became the only survivor inside and outside the city.

But he didn't leave immediately.

Because he knew that the restricted area formed by the gods opening their eyes would initially be enveloped by a rain of blood and turn into a barrier.

People inside can't get out, and people outside can't step in, unless the restricted area is completely formed.

The sign formed was that the rain of blood stopped.

This catastrophe seemed nothing to Xu Qing, who grew up in a slum.

Because in the slums, whether it is all kinds of homeless people, wild dogs, a disease, or even a cold night, people will lose their lives at any time, and it will be very difficult to survive.

And as long as you are alive, nothing else matters.

Of course, amid the cruelty of the slums, there is occasionally a touch of warmth.

For example, some down-and-out scholars will make a living by teaching literacy to a group of their children. Other than that, they are just memories of their loved ones.

It's just that in Xu Qing's mind, the memories of his relatives are gradually blurring as time goes by. Even if he tries hard to recall them, fearing that he will forget them, they are still blurring.

But he knows that he is not an orphan, he still has relatives, but they have been separated for a long time.

So his ideal is to survive.

It would be even better if we could live a better life and have the opportunity to see our loved ones.

So he was lucky enough to survive and chose to enter the city.

He was going to the residences of the upper class men in the city, looking for ways to become stronger that were spread in the slums, and he was also going to look for the purple light that fell into the city.

The way to become stronger has been circulated in the slums and is desired by everyone. They call it practice, and those who master the method of practice are called monks.

So becoming a monk is Xu Qing's biggest wish besides the memories of his relatives.

Monks are not uncommon. Xu Qing has seen this type of people entering the city from a distance in the slums in the past few years.

Their typical characteristic is that their bodies will instinctively tremble when looking at them.

Xu Qing even heard people say that the city lord is a monk, and there are also monks among his bodyguards.

So after searching in the city for a long time, five days ago, he finally found the bamboo slip in his hand on a corpse in the city lord's palace.

It was very dangerous there, and the wound on his chest was from that time.

What the bamboo slips recorded was exactly the method of practice he longed for.

All the contents on it have long been memorized by his heart, and he has even begun to try to practice it in the past few days.

Xu Qing has never seen other cultivation techniques, and this bamboo slip is the only one he has obtained, and he doesn't know how to practice it correctly.

Fortunately, most of the descriptions are in simple and easy-to-understand words, focusing on visualization and breathing.

So he followed the steps step by step, and he gained something.

This method is called Haishan Jue.

The method of practice is to think of the totems carved on the bamboo slips in your mind and breath them out with specific breathing.

This pattern is very strange, it is an alien existence, with a big head and small body, only one leg, the whole body is black, and the face is as ferocious as a ghost.
To be continued...