Wang Wu listened from the side, only half understanding at first. Then it suddenly clicked. So these were three old grinders!
That was right. What they had done was actually no different from what he himself had once done. It was just that Wang Wu used Earthling terminology—grinding negative resistance.
These three old grinders, on the other hand, called it bearing, containing, and absorbing. In truth, it was all the same in nature.
He knew about grinding negative resistance. Naturally, the Human cultivators, monsters, spirits, and such of the Cultivation World knew about it too.
And these three old grinders had taken a far more aggressive path than Wang Wu.
In the end, a grand Heavenly Realm First Rank cultivator, one who had even cultivated an External Incarnation, had still fallen into the darkness.
Very soon, Yang Thunder, Yin Fire, and even that Evil Wind all turned to dust and vanished outright, leaving not the slightest trace behind, as if such figures had never existed in this world at all.
Old Turtle and Big Black Pig both fell silent. Though they were Demons, at this moment they were no different from Old Man Sha of the human race. In pursuit of that final, misty road, they had cast aside even race and hatred, becoming fellow travelers united by the same ideals.
They exchanged experiences and shared their insights, because facing the Three Calamities was simply too difficult.
Wang Wu did not dare say anything either. He merely waited quietly to the side until Big Black Pig suddenly smacked him.
"What are you standing around for? Hurry up and treat yourself! Circulate your blood and qi through the heavenly circuit. You cannot stop for even a moment—you have to endure for three whole months before it counts. Otherwise, given how strange