After all, it was about the life and death of the nation and the survival of mankind.
When the World Tree extended its fangs, the entire Earth would surely be unprotected.
At that time, one can only choose to emigrate to the outer planets.
However, due to mankind’s limited understanding of the universe, after deliberation, it still chose to build a survival base on Mars.
However, because Mars is far away from the Earth, it takes months to fly from the Earth to Mars, so the progress was slow at first.
However, humans would always inspire more potential under desperate circumstances.
In particular, the martial arts world and the secular world made a union.
In the cultivation world, there were people who were amazingly good at formations.
They combined modern technology with formations, greatly increasing the power efficiency of the universe ship.
In the end, it was surprising that the cause of cosmic aviation had achieved leapfrog development.
The time taken to travel to Mars was greatly reduced.
This progress was undoubtedly inspiring.
For a time, the human world’s enthusiasm for cosmic exploration was further aroused.
Almost all of the manpower and material resources were being tilted towards the cosmic voyage cause.
Yan Mountain, Martial God Hall.
After half a year of closed-door cultivation in his own dojo, Ye Qingtian was prepared to return to the Martial God Hall to enquire about the current international situation.
However, when he returned to the Martial God Hall after a lapse of more than half a year, he found that the Martial God Hall, which used to be full of talents, had turned out to be exceptionally depressed and desolate nowadays.
Once upon a time, hundreds of elite martial artists from all over the country would punch and train here on the Yanshan martial arts arena, sparring for progress.
But now, surprisingly, they were all gone.
The large martial arts arena was already empty.
Only one or two old men remained, wearing robes and holding brooms, cleaning the dust and leaves on the ground.
Ye Qingtian walked up and politely asked, “Old sir, where are the people from this Martial God Hall?”
“I’ve searched around, how come I haven’t seen a single person?”
These old men seemed to have just been recruited in, and although they had mastered some martial power, they were of a low grade, at most an entry level realm.
If put into the past, martial artists of this level would not be qualified to enter the Yan Mountain Martial God Hall.
But now, in the Martial God Hall, surprisingly, they were the only ones left.
These people obviously didn’t recognise Ye Qingtian, and just glanced at him before sighing, “Gone, all gone ah…”
Eh?
“Gone?”
“Gone where?”
“Could it be that they all went to Kunlun to cultivate?”
In today’s martial arts, the best place to cultivate is undoubtedly under the World Tree in the Kunlun Mountains.
“Cultivation?”
“People’s hearts have changed, the world has become impatient.”
“Nowadays, where are the martial artists that still have half the heart of martial arts?”
“The martial way is dead, and people’s hearts are not ancient.”
That old man sighed long and sadly.
Ye Qingtian was undoubtedly even more puzzled: “Old sir, what’s wrong?”
“What happened again?”
The old man returned, “What else could have happened, it’s just that people’s hearts have changed. Everyone is thinking about how to escape, naturally no one is cultivating anymore, thinking about how to become stronger.”
“You just asked me where all the strong people in the Martial God Hall have gone.”
“I can tell you that some went to build spaceships, some went around looking for connections and doors to get a few more slots to move to Mars, and some went to have fun, taking advantage of this last period of time to enjoy the last of the peace.”
“The martial way is dead, now no one is willing to suffer and cultivate anymore.”
“All are thinking about how to protect themselves at the time of the end.”
“Seeing that you’re not very old, if you have a doorway, hurry up and get moving.”
“Give some money, send some gold, silver and beautiful women or something like that to those high level personnel in charge of the Doomsday Survival Plan, throw your weight around, and maybe you too can get a ticket to the ship at the time of doomsday.”
The old man sighed and spoke from the side.
But Ye Qingtian could not help but be stunned.
He didn’t expect that it had become this situation now.
Back then, when the World Martial Alliance decided to focus more on the Doomsday Survival Plan, Ye Qingtian was aware of it.
However, he only thought that this was all a matter for the secular world, and that the martial arts world would at most provide support, and that more energy should still be put into cultivation.
As a martial artist, one should not give up until the last moment.
However, Ye Qingtian never thought that after half a year of seclusion, he would return to the martial arts world, but it had become this scene.
The Martial God Hall, but the Yan Xia Martial Dao Holy Land.
But even this kind of place, martial artists have all run out, those who didn’t get the quota, operate to find relations to fight for the quota of doomsday migration.
The ones who got the quota, they get drunk and fall into self-indulgence, enjoying the last warmth.
Even the Martial God’s Palace was like this, much less those local martial arts below.
It would only be even worse, right?
“I’m a hallowed martial artist, if I don’t rise up and strive for progress, but I’m so degraded, how can I still be worthy of this martial artist status?”
“No way!”
“I must not let this martial arts world degenerate like this anymore.”
Ye Qingtian instantly became angry and spoke sternly.
But the old man didn’t look at him favourably, “Ai… It’s useless, the general environment is like this. Since the end is inevitable, what’s the point of trying?”
“Everyone has given up, the only goal is to think of how to escape.”
“This world, has all been reduced to deserters.”
“Look more at these mountains and landscapes in front of you, after ten years, everything will be reduced to the past.” ”
The old man said as he went far away.
Holding a broom, layer by layer, he swept the stepped mountain path of Yan Mountain.
Like, saying goodbye to his old friends again, one by one.
As Ye Qingtian watched such a scene, his heart was not purple.
He sat in the Martial God Hall for a day until the evening, only then did he wait for Little Fist Emperor Mo Wu Ya, who smelled of alcohol.
Mo Wu Ya had originally come to the Martial God’s Hall to get something, but after entering the door, he only found the War God alone, sitting alone in the middle of the hall.
That back was bleak and desolate.
“Ye… Uncle Ye?”
Little Fist Emperor Mo Wu Ya was startled at that moment.
At first, he thought he had seen a ghost.
It wasn’t until he looked clearly that he realised that the one sitting there was actually the God of War, Ye Qingtian.
Snap!
Ye Qingtian slapped him across the face.
Mo Wu Ya covered his face and fell to the ground.
Eyes full of doubt and aggression, “Uncle Ye, what’s wrong with me, what are you doing hitting me for?”
Mo Wu Ya was on the verge of crying.
“Still have the face to ask?”
“As one of the Yan Xia Seals and a pillar powerhouse, you don’t know how to take the lead and set an example, but you’re all drunk and self-indulgent, fooling around outside until so late.”
“You speak and act like this, where else do you deserve the position of Pillar State?”
“When the Sword Saint and the others return, we’ll have them abolish your position of seal! Kick out of the Martial God Hall!”
Ye Qingtian’s voice was more than angry.
Mo Wu Ya heard this, but his eyes widened, “Uncle Ye, after what I did to me, you’re going to abolish my seal?”
“Fine, whatever you like, abolish it if you want to?”
“Anyway, when the end comes, the world will be destroyed, Yan Xia won’t exist, and the martial arts will be cut off, so what’s the point of me wanting this title?”
“I don’t want it!”
Mo Wu Ya also seemed to have lost his temper, his red eyes roared at the God of War, and directly took out the sealing token, threw it fiercely on the ground, and twisted his head to leave.
“You… You…”
Ye Qingtian trembled with anger when he saw this.
“You brute, Pillar State Seal, how sacred is it, how can you be allowed to discard it as if it were a shoe, defile it like this, pick it up for me!”
Ye Qingtian spoke in violent anger.
In his entire life, his greatest pride and responsibility was the Yan Xia Seal, the identity and honour of a Pillar State powerhouse.
Now, the thing he cherished was trampled on by Mo Wu Ya in such a way, the War God was naturally furious.
His palms clenched tightly, his strength surged, and he even already wanted to strike out to teach Mo Wuya a lesson.
“Old Ye, stop! ”
At this time, an anxious voice came from behind him.
Surprisingly, it was the Sword Saint who hurriedly walked over.
“Old Ye, you’ve misunderstood Wu Ya.”
“Wu Ya didn’t go to have fun, he went to drink with the son of the chief designer of the Mars Immigration Plan.”
“And, he successfully secured fifty more places for our martial artists’ families.”
“A great feat!”
“How can you still make a move against Wu Ya?”
The Sword Saint anxiously advised!