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第九章 天无绝人路

Looking at Cao Hong's confession on the table, Li Fan felt a sense of disappointment and despondency.

Cao Hong hadn't lied to him; he truly didn't know how to help ordinary people leave this Realm of Immortal Desolation.

"Realm of Immortal Desolation..." Five reincarnations over three hundred years of anticipation had all turned into unattainable dreams.

His immortal cultivation dream shattered, Li Fan seemed to have aged overnight—both physically and mentally.

"Realm of Immortal Desolation... " He repeated the name in his mind, filled with endless regret.

"Why did I end up in such a place? If I were born outside this cultivation world, relying on [Truly Real] for infinite simulation, my chances of immortality would be high. But how hateful that it's this Realm of Immortal Desolation!"

The information from Cao Hong’s confession flashed through Li Fan’s mind again.

As the name suggests, a Realm of Immortal Desolation was where immortal cultivators had vanished. Thousands of years ago, the ancient cultivation world faced a major upheaval.

Initially, it was just an epidemic sweeping across ordinary people's lands, and no cultivator paid much attention to it.

But after one cultivator accidentally contracted this mysterious disease, things spiraled out of control.

Following the infection of this cultivator, the disease seemed to gain some unknown strength, spreading among other cultivators through their life essence.

The transmission route was none other than the life essence that cultivators relied on.

The epidemic spread rapidly via the celestial life essence, quickly engulfing the entire cultivation world. Those infected with it suffered varying degrees of setbacks—minor cases saw a regression in cultivation, while severe cases lost all their cultivation prowess overnight, turning them into ordinary people who would soon die.

With large numbers of cultivators dying, despair began to spread among the cultivator community.

Some cultivators, driven by desperation, vented their anger on the ordinary people seen as the source of this calamity.

Thus, mass killings commenced.

Facing the powerful immortals, ordinary people had little resistance and were left at the mercy of these cultivators.

However, not long after, such killings were forcibly halted. It wasn't because they suddenly felt remorse but because the cultivators realized that as they killed more ordinary people, the disease within them didn’t disappear with death; instead, it spread freely through the life essence permeating the world.

The cultivation world was soon overwhelmed by this epidemic.

This led to even more cultivator deaths.

Unable to sit idly by, the cultivators began researching ways to treat and resist the disease. On the other hand, they proposed a notorious plan known as the "Great Migration."

Although this proposal faced significant opposition from many cultivators at first, most eventually voted in favor of it for their own survival.

The so-called "Great Migration" was based on the following considerations:

Killing ordinary people wasn't an option, and finding a cure seemed out of reach. Allowing them to freely reproduce would only exacerbate the problem.

Since this strange disease spread through life essence, a logical solution emerged: exiling all ordinary people in the cultivation world to small worlds or shattered dao heavens devoid of life essence, sealing them off with arrays so they couldn't return.

This would solve the immediate issue of ordinary people and allow cultivators to focus on researching ways to combat the disease.

With countless unexplored small worlds available, there was no concern about accommodating these people.

Thus, under the unified will of the cultivation world, all ordinary people in the cultivation world began a centuries-long migration.

The deaths of many during this migration were not considered; after all, ordinary people had no means to resist the cultivators' power.

After several hundred years of migration, the entire cultivation world's ordinary people were dispersed across various small worlds. Nearly a millennium later, the concentration of the epidemic in the cultivation world finally dropped to a manageable level.

Over centuries, through continuous research, the cultivators found ways to purify this disease.

It took thousands more years for them to completely eliminate its threat.

However, what embarrassed the cultivators was that the disease lingered, hidden within ordinary people's bloodlines.

While the entire world had no ordinary people left, not every offspring of a union between cultivators possessed the potential for cultivation.

Thus, over time, many new ordinary people emerged with this disease lurking in their bodies.

Due to its special lethality towards cultivators, these descendants needed to cleanse themselves of the disease if they wished to cultivate.

Over time, this disease became synonymous with the distinction between immortals and mortals, hence it was named Immortal-Demon Mist.

The widespread impact of Immortal-Demon Mist left a deep psychological scar on all cultivators, who agreed not to venture into the places where ordinary people were exiled to prevent its resurgence.

Over time, these areas became known as Realm of Immortal Desolation.

There were countless such realms, and few cultivators dared to risk entering them.

It was already fortunate that Li Fan had encountered two.

Now, with neither of these cultivators having a way to help ordinary people leave this realm, how could he expect another, more powerful cultivator to come along?

Moreover, as an ordinary person, his lifespan was limited. Even if he could simulate reincarnation indefinitely, it would only be within the bounds of his life.

At seventy years old, with a maximum biological age of eighty-six, there was essentially no chance of encountering other cultivators in the next sixteen years.

Given this, how could Li Fan not feel despair?

Seeing the hope of cultivation and immortality, he had never expected it to end in disappointment.

Wasn't he destined to repeat his ordinary life cycle again and again?

Li Fan truly felt不content with (unwilling).

The path to immortality was right before him, within reach yet far beyond.

How could Li Fan accept this?

Thinking back on all the reincarnations over nearly three hundred years, Li Fan refused to give up on the path of immortality.

Was there really no way out?

Suddenly, as if a lightning bolt had broken through the fog, Li Fan realized something he had overlooked before.

Thousands of years ago, how did these ordinary people migrate here in the first place?

While small worlds and the cultivation world were adjacent, they weren't the same realm.

These ordinary people couldn’t have walked over, right? There must have been some means of transportation to bring them here.

Were those means still around?

If he could find them, perhaps he could travel to the cultivation world himself.

Even a tiny possibility gave Li Fan hope for cultivation.

His mood lifted as he immediately headed to the prison where Cao Hong was being held. He wanted to verify his idea with Cao Hong.

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