The first ray of light since the creation of heaven and earth was cast from the Heavenly Palace, and the Farewell Palace began to melt into the light little by little.
Above the Farewell Palace, the phantom of the Qing Emperor surrounded by the phantoms of the gods looks exactly the same as when he was alive. His eyebrows and eyes are like ancient paintings, with soft and solemn lines, and his expression is full of forgiveness and tolerance unique to gods. He looks at the world, his eyes are just like the gentle spring scenery gradually covering the cold winter. He is dressed in an ancient and simple feather coat, and the delicate and soft blue feathers melt into the light, and everything under his quilt is constantly growing and lasting for thousands of years.
"Tai Hao..." Yun Qing sighed, and poured the ancient mirror in his hand, and the spirit of the nine-tailed white fox quickly merged into the light of the Heavenly Palace. This is the Dao Fruit of the Shinto. Through the Dao Fruit, the gods can fully wake up. They have the power of life, and they can lead those who hold their children into the Heavenly Palace.
The phantom of Emperor Qing was still standing in the sky, it was just a phantom, but the aura of this god was far more terrifying than Xie Yao.
What Xie Yao is looking for is the supreme way. He stands too high and cannot gain strength from other people. And Qingdi is a god who stands on the earth and bestows vitality. He blesses all living beings in the world, and what he cultivates is the great merit of protecting the common people. As long as there is still a sliver of life endowed by him in all things in the world, he will never die or die.
It is obviously a softer light, but it is stronger than all the sharp blades in the world.
The Farewell Palace is getting weaker and weaker, as if melting into the light, the phantoms of the gods return to the Heavenly Palace, awakening the sleeping gods. The phantom of the Qing Emperor is also disappearing, but it keeps watching the world. From the beginning to the end, the compassionate and gentle eyes have never left this new land.
The last gleam of luster on the plumage was gone.
Zanyun Tiangong is back.
Bathed in this brilliant light, Yun Qing sat quietly.
On the sixth day, the power of Qing Emperor stored in Zanyun Tiangong 100,000 years ago finally exploded, and this already crumbling world collapsed directly. The surviving saints of the immortals and demons escaped the fierce battle of the saints, but they failed to escape one of the gods' backhands.
Before the great world collapsed, Xie Yao had devoured all Taoisms, and that collapsed world was just a body abandoned by Taoists. Their strength is still in Xie Yao's place, and they only wait for the day when Daoqi wins, and countless Dao lines can repeat their prosperity again.
At this time, the power left by Emperor Qing in the Heavenly Palace began to re-open the world, divide Yin and Yang, and delineate the five elements. And the rebuilding of the new world reintroduced the power of the Heavenly Dao. With these newly acquired powers and the part of the Taoism obtained by Xie Yao, the big world at this time has been divided into the Heavenly Dao 50-50.
At this time, above the Heavenly Palace.
Zhong Guanyuan looked at the gods who were gradually waking up in cold sweat. Regardless of the obstruction of several emperors, he rushed directly to the heavenly steps and ran all the way to the old man Pengbi and the old man Qingzhu.
He stood under the steps, propped his hands on his knees, panted and said loudly: "Why, why...why all the saints of the Tao will fall!"
He thought that the power left by Emperor Qing would only destroy the Great World, but he didn't expect to kill the saint together. This gave Zhong Guanyuan a very bad premonition, he felt that what Emperor Qing had done was slightly out of line.
"The power of the Heavenly Palace." The dull voices of the two old men hit Zhong Guanyuan's heart.
"There is no saint to disperse the cause and effect of Dao, Yun Qing is likely to directly control Daoqi, what are you doing!" Zhong Guanyuan yelled at the two old men almost like crazy. The power of Dao Chess comes from various ways, and the cause and effect are also related to the saints of all ways. And those who hold on to the son need great karma and great merit. If there is no sage of various Taoism to restrain, then Yun Qing is likely to take advantage of the emptiness.
"There is Dongxuanzi." The voices of the two old men overlapped, depressing and heavy.
Zhong Guanyuan was a little out of control, he almost rushed up and punched those two guys: "Dong Xuanzi alone? What if Yunqing kills him before he touches Daoqi! It's too late to stop him! And Dongxuanzi..."
Zhong Guanyuan's words stopped here, he couldn't say anything worse. In any case, all the gods now believe in Emperor Qing, and all their hopes are pinned on this god who takes the protection of the common people as his mission. If Qing Emperor is questioned at this juncture, wouldn't all the hard work of the previous 100,000 years become a joke
"Dongxuanzi... Will Dongxuanzi definitely succeed Biluo?"
The two elders didn't answer, Zhong Guanyuan felt a little confused, Bi Luo was not in the game, of course they couldn't tell.
Zhong Guanyuan supported his legs and felt his head ache. He asked, "Use the power in the Heavenly Palace to kill all the saints... Is this also the Qing Emperor's last order?"
Even he himself didn't notice that his voice was trembling slightly.
The voices of the two old men answered almost unsurprisingly: "Exactly."
"He's going to kill..." Zhong Guanyuan's expression was a little dazed, he bit his lower lip, his face was terribly pale, "I built the seven holy places and then destroyed them one by one by myself, raised up the saints of all ways and went before Yitian Kill one by one. And those... so-called relics left behind after his fall... "
Zhong Guanyuan suddenly knelt in front of Daoqi, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Qingdi lost his way!"
"Emperor Qing really lost his way!"
The calm and solemn voices of the two old men came: "Wenqu has overstepped."
"Override what?" Zhong Guanyuan's hair was disheveled, and he looked very embarrassed. He stood up and said with a sneer, "I am the God of History, and I will record everything I see and know. How can you call it presumptuous!"
"Wen Qu, it is a felony to make false comments on the Holy Master." The two old men repeated their meaningless persuasion, their expressions numb and their faces stiff.
Zhong Guanyuan took a step forward, but was forced back by the light of Dao Chess. He said angrily: "It is a felony to talk about the Holy Lord? Are you blind! Emperor Qing disobeyed the way of heaven, reversed the order of time, and turned his back on the gods a hundred thousand years ago. , Indulging in disasters, what is that!"
"Wenqu has overstepped." The two old men could only say these few words over and over again, probably because the sanity bestowed on them by the Qing Emperor was not clear enough.
Zhong Guanyuan only felt that his heart was dying, but he was unwilling to give up this little hope.
He saw that the clouds and mist on Dao Chess were dissipating little by little, and as the Tiangong was connected to the big world, the time here also began to flow. Thousands of changes flashed through the broken Dao chess in an instant, and the power on it became full and complete little by little. This is the 100,000-year effort of the Shinto, and it is also the 100,000-year prosperity that the world's Dao bet on. Waiting for Dongxuanzi to bring all kinds of orthodoxy, waiting for him to achieve the position of Biluo...
Zhong Guanyuan took a deep breath and tried to comfort himself even if there was a mistake, it doesn't matter, as long as Dongxuanzi holds his hand in the body of Biluo, then Yunqing can be completely suppressed.
"The Heavenly Palace has come to this world, please ask Wen Qu to accompany the emperors to pick up the person who is holding the son." A familiar voice interrupted Zhong Guanyuan's speculation.
Ji Yihe chased Zhong Guanyuan all the way up, and managed to keep up with him, but at a glance he saw Zhong Guanyuan disheveled and disheveled. He asked nervously, "Master Zhong! What's going on with you?"
Zhong Guanyuan still hadn't recovered, he waved his hands and said, "I'm fine."
Ji Yihe was afraid that he was distracted and didn't hear it just now, so he said again: "The Heavenly Palace has come to this world, please Wenqu follow the emperor to pick up the person who holds the son."
The words were very serious, and there was a trembling sound caused by being too nervous. Ji Yihe almost never called the Zhongguanyuan Shenhao, and this was the most important occasion in his life.
Zhong Guanyuan was not much calmer than him, he bowed to Ji Yihe, and then replied: "I wish to accept the oracle."
Ji Yihe was taken aback by him, and stretched out his hand to help him, but he reacted immediately. He coughed, withdrew his hand and said, "Please get up."
"Let's go." Zhong Guanyuan knelt down and became calmer, he followed Ji Yihe and walked down the heavenly steps.
Anyone can be absent from the matter of picking up the person who holds the son, but he can't. As the god of history, he must watch every step of history, and then record them truthfully with the most objective and calm attitude.
"Master Zhong, are you a little... worried?" Ji Yihe felt that Zhong Guanyuan's emotions were very complicated, which really didn't match his status as a god.
Zhong Guanyuan forced a smile, and said: "It's nothing. Who is holding the son?"
Don't be Yunqing.
Ji Yihe's answer made Zhong Guanyuan's heart drop again: "Dongxuanzi, he is the heir of the Qing Emperor. The Qing Emperor has been planning for so long, the matter of holding the son should fall on him."
"Yes, is that so..." Zhong Guanyuan remembered that he had yelled at the two chess servants just now, and felt a little uncomfortable.
"Look for yourself." Ji Yihe pointed towards the not-too-distant distance.
Endless blue light shines out from the gates of the Tiangong Palace, and the gods surround each palace, dancing and music to welcome each other, and beating the buildings into songs. The tunes all come from ancient times. At that time, there were many grand celebration banquets among the gods, or spring plowing and autumn harvest, or disaster and evil exorcism. Even a new character was created, which is something worth celebrating. After the Tiangong was built, it fell into an eternal stagnation, and it has never experienced such a lively celebration.
Zhong Guanyuan felt that such a Tiangong was a little strange at first glance.
Seeing him coming, the four emperors standing by the door just looked at each other silently, and then opened the gate of Tiangong Palace.
The dazzling blue light shone into the Heavenly Palace, and the young Taoist appeared in the blue light. The emperor's seal on his forehead almost made Zhong Guanyuan cry with joy.
It's really Dong Xuanzi!
The gods greeted each other in unison, but it was only at this time that Zhong Guanyuan noticed that the gates of the Tiangong Palace had not yet closed, and before the gods finished singing, another person stepped in. Zhong Guanyuan just showed a little joy and quickly cooled into a North Sea glacier.
"Why are you here too!?"
Amidst the sound of celebration, Zhong Guanyuan's roar was particularly prominent, and Ji Yihe secretly tugged at the corner of his clothes.
Hiding behind that glaring light is naturally Yun Qing. She only wore a very thin white dress, walked barefoot alone, and embraced the ancient mirror. She raised her head and smiled at Zhong Guanyuan, and said in a voice: "If I don't come, how will you bury me in this palace?"
Dong Xuanzi, who was walking in front of her, barely reacted, he followed the silent guidance of the gods, and climbed all the way towards the heavenly steps. Yun Qing stepped on the void and easily followed behind him. At this time, the four emperors also noticed her, but since she was able to be brought to the Heavenly Palace, it meant that she was also able to hold a son, so these emperors did not stop her. After all, one more person brings more hope. If Dong Xuanzi fails, at least there is this child.
Ji Yihe had already discovered that something was wrong with Zhong Guanyuan, he asked in a low voice: "Master Zhong? What's wrong?"
"It's nothing... no, I don't know what will happen either." Zhong Guanyuan recalled the words she said just now, and felt that all his bad premonitions were about to come true.
This is the shrine built by Emperor Qing to bury her. If she can step in without any suspicion at this time, it means that she is confident about something.
Emperor Qing would not kill her.
Zhong Guanyuan comforted himself desperately: "If you don't know how to kill, you won't kill, and I don't expect her to be killed here easily. I only hope that Dong Xuanzi can gain some strength, and don't let our 100,000 years of hard work go to waste..."
At this time, Xie Yao's breath was surging, devouring all Taoisms made his strength rise to an incredible level. Moreover, his aura was still rising, and when he was in front of Daoqi, Zhong Guanyuan could no longer look at him with his eyes. Because that kind of light is too dazzling, that kind of power that rejects everything and transcends everything keeps everyone out of Daoqi.
Xie Yao is trying to ascend to the position of Biluo, and his accumulation is enough. Only when he reaches the level of Biluo and Huangquan, can he be qualified to play against the heaven. So no matter what, he must first try to break through to the realm of Hedao Dzogchen through the crazy accumulation of these days.
Zhong Guanyuan tried to probe with his soul, but no trace of perception could enter the range of Daoqi. Fortunately for him, Yun Qing also stood with him obediently, without the slightest intention of hurting anyone.
The gods are very silent, they are the incarnations of heartless and ruthless, following the rules of the way of heaven.
While staring at Yun Qing, Zhong Guanyuan took a few glances at Daoqi's situation.
The light is getting brighter and brighter.
The light became more and more dazzling.
The light is already intense to the extreme, dazzling to the extreme.
In Zhong Guanyuan's eyes, there is only light, and all five senses are immersed in such a magnificent and cold light.
Then the light disappeared.
Zhong Guanyuan rubbed his eyes, a bit unable to react. If Dongxuanzi fails in the game with Heavenly Dao, then the movement should be far more than that. First of all, Daoqi will be completely destroyed, and the big world will also collapse completely. But now Daoqi is very quiet, and everything in the big world is operating normally.
Only that glare of light completely disappeared into the world.
A chuckle broke the silence, Zhong Guanyuan looked at Yun Qing beside him with a little creepiness.
"As expected, you are still alive... Lord of the Blue Fall."