Vol 3 Chapter 4684: Great opportunity

No one could have imagined that Shen Lang would return to the ancient spirit world.
The voices of Fengyang and Kutuo monk instantly attracted the attention of other monks on the scene, and for a while, all the monks' gazes stopped on Shen Lang.
"Shen Lang!"
"Savior!"
The monks exclaimed one after another, showing incredible expressions.
No one in the ancient spiritual world knew the legendary figure of Shen Lang, especially the acquaintances and old friends who had known Shen Lang, they were shocked.
"Brother Shen..."
The evil shadow froze in place.
Yun Henzi also looked at Shen Lang repeatedly, thinking it was not Shen Lang's deity.
Yumian Boy and Saint Bai Wei looked at each other, their faces full of disbelief.
"Shen Lang? It's you...really you!"
Yuyao beside them could no longer stand. After seeing Shen Lang's face clearly, her brain went blank, and she rushed towards Shen Lang desperately.
Shen Lang saw Yu Yao rushing over, past Fengyang and Kutuo monk in front of him, and hugged Yu Yao who flew forward.
Yuyao was caught off guard by Shen Lang.
The stunning beauty in her arms looks like yesterday, wearing the familiar purple dress from memory, with picturesque eyebrows, delicate skin, exquisite facial features, and star waterfall-like long hair hanging down to her waist.
"Yao'er, it's been a long time since I saw you!"
When meeting Yuyao again, Shen Lang's tone was a little choked.
Fortunately, Yuyao was safe and sound.
Yuyao stared blankly at the familiar face in front of her. Listening to the familiar voice, tears rolled in her eyes: "Shen Lang, it's really you? I thought I was dreaming!"
"Of course it is me."
Shen Lang hugged Yu Yao tightly.
For so many years, he never thought that Yuyao hadn't ascended yet, so it's no wonder that Yuyao had not been found in the realm of true immortals.
In Shen Lang's impression, the Mahayana monks of the human race in the ancient spirit world had a nine-nine-fold calamity every ten years, and their power was huge.
Now that more than 900,000 years have passed, it is hard to imagine that Yuyao can withstand nine times of nine-nine calamities. I don't know if it is Yu Yao, other human monks seem to be still alive.
The facts show that due to the passing of interface energy, the original law of heaven and earth has been weakened to be too weak for thunder, so Yuyao and the others escaped.
On the other side, two women, Liu Yunmeng and Yi Lian, who were both at the pinnacle of Mahayana, immediately flew up and hugged Shen Lang after they discovered Shen Lang.
"Shen Lang, so many years have passed, but I really didn't expect you to return to the ancient spirit world."
Liu Yunmeng's eyes were red, and crystal tears fell unconsciously.
"Brother, Xiao Lian has finally waited for you." Yi Lian also burst into tears, too excited to hold on to herself.
"Sorry Yao'er, Yunmeng, Xiao Lian, you have suffered these years."
Shen Lang felt very distressed, and decided no matter what, he would bring his Dao companions back to the realm of real immortals.
In addition to the three Taoists, Shen Lang did not forget to greet the evil shadow, the jade-faced boy, the sage Bai Wei, the sage of the snowy night, the Qingcang, the lonely moon, and the former teacher Yun Henzi.
Seeing that the elders and old friends of the past are safe and sound, Shen Lang is also quite relieved.
After understanding, I learned that not long after I had ascended, the ancient spirit world had undergone tremendous changes, the spiritual energy had greatly diminished, and the laws of heaven and earth had also been greatly weakened, making it impossible to bring down the immortal calamity and any form of thunder.
All the cultivators’ ascent passages were blocked, no one was able to ascend, and they couldn’t even break through the cultivation base.
Generally speaking, the Mahayana monks of the Terran race will encounter nine or nine calamities every 100,000 years.