The Supreme One

Chapter 213 The History of the Void Donkey Clan

Xia Xian did not experience it personally, but he did not expect that the fact that the space equipment in previous novels could not be stacked at will was actually true.

The four of them were very interested in this knowledge that they had never been exposed to before.

The initial sadness of parting has now been completely forgotten.

"This inner courtyard of the human race is indeed extraordinary. It actually requires such a major renovation by the Third Master just to receive a new student."

A great cultivator who has reached the state of Divine Transformation, even if he is from one of the top 100 clans, should usually enjoy life comfortably within his clan and serve as a stabilizing force.

However, the one who directly took action from the inner courtyard of the human race was a great cultivator who had reached the state of Divine Transformation. Just by looking at him in one glance, it was enough to see how profound his foundation was.

But upon hearing this, Mao Xiaoshiba immediately shook his head and said, "No, no, no, you are wrong. No matter where they are, a great cultivator of the Spiritual Transformation Realm is enough to suppress an entire region. How could they be dispatched casually?

In fact, the normal enrollment of new students is usually sent by the adults in the Enlightenment Realm in our clan."

Such words made the four people confused.

"Then Brother Eighteen, is there any special reason this year?"

In response to this question, Mao Xiaoshiba shook his head with a puzzled expression.

“Our clan is not clear about this issue either. We just know that it seems to be related to Master Gu Rong, but we don’t know the specific reason.

Even the ancestors of our clan may find it difficult to know the thoughts of a person like Lord Gu Rong.

And it’s not just our ancestors who are out there. We’ve also received a lot of new students this year, which is really different from the past.”

Yes, Xia Xian and the other three recalled their journey. Many newcomers have already moved into this huge building, and judging from the unstable fluctuations of spiritual power around them, it can be seen that they are geniuses who have integrated the blood of the Wanxian clan who have reached the out-of-body realm.

Of course, this is the basic admission threshold, which is not a big deal. The only problem is that the number is indeed quite large.

You know, in the world of all races, the human race is indeed the most numerous race, and its number can be counted in trillions, but among them, there are probably only one in a thousand that meet the age requirements. And with such a number, there may not be even one genius who can integrate the blood of the Wanxian race in one hundred million people.

This is still a place with a good living environment like the Sen tribe. In other cities, perhaps among hundreds of millions of people, you may not encounter such a genius in thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

Although Xia Xian's three good friends all have the blood of the Wanxian clan, he has also read a lot of travel notes of his predecessors. Naturally, he knows the real situation of the world and does not have any survivor bias.

Those who can reach the out-of-body realm with the blood of the Wanxian clan are already a small group of the most outstanding geniuses in the world!

In addition, many of them, even if they have the talent, do not have the conditions to obtain the corresponding bloodline.

Even if the corresponding bloodlines are fused, there is a high probability that they are unaware of the existence of Gurong Academy.

Even those who know about the existence of Gurong Academy may not necessarily choose to send their children there for further studies.

After going through so many screening conditions, it is obvious that only a very small number of people can enter Gurong Academy.

Mao Xiaoshiba's next words also confirmed Xia Xian's thoughts.

“In fact, in the past, the Enlightenment Realm masters we sent out could only bring about tens of thousands of freshmen, and most of the time they were not fully loaded.

This year's situation seems to be somewhat special, but unfortunately I came here on short notice and didn't have time to find out more about it in Gurong City."

Looking at Mao Xiaoshiba's uncomfortable expression, he is obviously a person who loves to listen to gossip, and he feels particularly uncomfortable when he can't find the truth.

Indeed, he was very talkative along the way, and he answered various questions directly without any hidden meanings, which also helped Xia Xian and the others to resolve many doubts.

So why are so few new students being recruited this year?

Anyone who knows about this abnormal situation can see that there must be something wrong, but it is difficult to figure out what the problem is.

After thinking about it carefully, Xia Xian still couldn't come to any conclusion. He could only put it aside for the time being and find out the truth when he arrived at Gurong Academy.

He might not care too much about some small matters, but something with such a wide range of impact would definitely affect him, so he naturally couldn't ignore it.

Except for Xia Xian, the other two, Sheng Wuya, also noticed the problem, but they didn't pay much attention to it.

After thinking about it for a while, he threw it aside when he had no other ideas.

It was so complicated that they couldn't think of any problem, but they all knew there was a problem, and Xia Xian must have been able to think of it as well. It would just depend on what Xia Xian thought.

There is no need to consume so many brain cells on these things.

They are naturally more curious about what they can currently access.

Sheng Wuya couldn't help but ask, "Eighteenth Brother, where did this space bag come from? Is it really made by taking down the pouch of your Void Donkey Clan? If so, wouldn't it just disappear?"

In response to Sheng Wuya's question, Mao Xiaoshiba smiled and did not give a direct answer.

Seeing this, Xia Xian immediately hammered Sheng Wuya's arm and said, "Crow, you are being a little presumptuous. How can you just ask about the management methods of another race?

I'm more curious about why you suddenly thought of picking up and dropping off guests. You should be able to tell me about this, right?"

Calling you here has become an unspoken rule recognized and known by the world.

People from hereditary families like them were almost all trained step by step by these powerful races, and most of them did so in order to increase the number of trustworthy subordinates of their own race.

After all, most of the races on the Ten Thousand Races List are very small in number and are always facing the problem of shortage of manpower. Even if they are powerful, they are unable to cope with the situation.

It is obviously difficult for them to trust other races. Therefore, the human race, who can integrate their blood and be influenced and controlled by their blood, naturally becomes their only choice for training loyal subordinates.

Even Sheng Wuya and his Sheng family were once trained for this purpose.

The race that has been cultivated in this way from generation to generation often still maintains its identity and loyalty to its main race, even if it is no longer under the absolute control of blood.

Even the most outrageous ones are just like Sheng Wuya and his branch, who, for various reasons, eventually chose to split up and leave, and would not betray their main clan.

Therefore, these inherited families can almost be regarded as part of the main clan and are its agents in the world.

Such inherited families occupy almost all of the top human combat forces, but they are all operating independently, so it is far from possible for them to unite.

The road to unification of the human race by all religions is obviously still very long and far.

Saint Wuya, who was hit by the hammer, scratched his head and apologized like an innocent boy: "Sorry, sorry, I didn't think about this. I am really offended."

However, after hearing Sheng Wuya's words, Mao Xiaoshiba smiled and shook his head, then looked at Xia Xian and said:

"If it were someone else, the matter of the space bag would be difficult to explain, but for you guys, Xia Xian, it's not a secret at all."

Without waiting for Xia Xian to speak in confusion, Mao Xiaoshiba said directly:

“Speaking of this business of picking up and dropping off guests, it actually has a long history in my clan, but it was only in recent eras that it was really popularized and everyone participated.

The division of the eras in your Heliu City, the land of the Sen people, should have been mentioned, right?"

"Era? I do know about it, but it's too vague. There's no precise time boundary. I just know that every time the world changes drastically and becomes chaotic, the myriad races that gradually settle down will name the previous era."

An era does not refer to an amount of time, but rather a long period of time experienced under the trend of an era.

But without exception, the beginning and end of each era are major trends that affect the entire world. It can be said that all living beings in the world are caught up in it and can only be tossed up and down by the waves of the times.

Just like the first two eras that Xia Xian knew from a few words, the Xuantian Era and the Bu Tian Era.

The Era of Suspended Sky, as the name suggests, means that the sky is high in the sky. It also means that small worlds are suspended above the rest of the world, existing independently and living their own good lives behind closed doors.

Only a Dao Master-level figure can possess such great power. Even if it is not the Dao of Space, it is enough to open up a small world. It’s just that the energies in this small world have different focuses.

But later on, these Taoist masters discovered that although they had opened up a small world of their own and no longer had to be under the control of the Heavenly Dao, their people’s spiritual practice had also benefited.

But as generations passed, their people became weaker and weaker, some even became deformed and grotesque, and their offspring were almost extinct.

Even if they wanted to go to the main world when giving birth, they were not very adaptable to the main world because they had been away from it for a long time and were infected by the power of the Taoist master of the small world. They were simply unable to continue to give birth to offspring.

Each race was meant to live a carefree life without being constrained by the laws of nature, but in the end even the continuation of the race has become a problem.

In addition, in order for these Taoist masters to open up the world, they also need to absorb the power of the main world. The human world is also becoming increasingly decadent, causing the entire world to be in a downward state.

Finally, when the heaven and earth were about to collapse, these Taoist masters woke up.

In order for their race to continue, they can only disperse from their own small worlds and return to the main world.

The following era is the Era of Repairing the Sky, which spans an extremely long time, from the time when the first small world dissipated and returned to heaven and earth on its own to the time when the last small world returned to heaven and earth, the main world is still seriously injured and the situation is far worse than before.

Those Taoist masters either wanted to atone their sins or were forced to do so, and finally, after a long period of research, they found a way to nourish the heaven by using their own bodies.

With his body and strength that have reached the realm of Tao Lord, he hangs directly outside the heaven and earth, organizes himself, and helps the main world absorb the original energy of the Sea of ​​Nothingness to replenish the heaven and earth.