Zhou Yi sighed deeply, not knowing what to say.
He was the youngest immortal. Before Yan Huan decided to become a ghost dragon and grab endless power, he first chose to slaughter almost all of them. He raised him up and personally named him a real immortal. At that time, Zhou Yi was only half a step away from ascending to heaven. For this half step, he first read a hexagram for himself and foresaw the fact that the road to becoming an immortal was almost equal to the road to death.
He hurriedly threw away the tortoise shell and yarrow, and rushed back and forth among all his fellow Taoists who were about to ascend to heaven. He could no longer save those true immortals, but he could still save some others.
Thanks to his divination skills, Zhou Yi not only saved his own life, but also saved the lives of many people. He saw that the future was dark and bleak, shrouded in the sunlight of despair, so he was eager to find a way out. In the end, God guided him to Zhongshan. In exchange, he gave up his pure and flawless Dharma body of a half-immortal to build a road that could pass through nothingness.
At the bottom of the cliff of Zhongshan Mountain, he looked around and unexpectedly saw many drum beasts swarming over, competing to bite the limbs of a corpse... No, that was not a corpse, it was still alive, still struggling and gasping weakly!
Shocked, Zhou Yi immediately threw out his magic treasure and destroyed the evil beasts formed by the resentment of the dead gods, but found that before he took action, they had been purified by the man's flesh and blood, leaving hissing corrosion marks.
He hurried forward and turned over the other person's body. Zhou Yi's heart sank suddenly. He recognized the other person's identity and also understood the Dragon God's ultimate purpose.
—The Ultimate Good is on the verge of death and can no longer compete with the Ultimate Evil. These three thousand worlds, big and small, are about to face the most difficult and desolate situation.
Zhou Yi rushed to rescue Liu Fuguang. He cured his wounds, but could not heal the hideous scars and the hollow and broken dantian. In desperation, he had to use divination to put Liu Fuguang into the last unfinished mausoleum, whose location and entrance method were completely secret. The round white jade coffin was enough to keep him safe for tens of thousands of years.
After doing all this alone, Zhou Yi hid himself. He had to ensure that the plan went smoothly and that Yan Huan could not find his whereabouts, because among all the people in all the worlds, he was the only one who knew the exact whereabouts of Liu Fuguang.
Afterwards, all the worlds ushered in a period of more than six thousand years when the ghost dragon defeated the sun.
The country of Dongzhao disappeared, the head of the dragon god occupied the sunrise Tanggu, and the dragon tail was entwined in the sunset Yuyuan. His power grew wildly, and his physique and appearance also grew endlessly. People no longer hated Yan Huan, because even the emotion of "hate" was overwhelmed by great fear and awe.
Most people use "ghost dragon" to replace the name of the Dragon God, while the demon cultivators and other Shinto monks worship him and call him "Supreme". Even if the only end of following him is death, they are still happy to do so and think they have found their faith.
Zhou Yi watched coldly in the dark and felt that they were pathetic, hateful and ridiculous.
Yan Huan did not need faith, just as the rise and fall of the sun and moon would not change according to human will. He had become so wild and ancient, foolish and dull, almost becoming the law and common sense that judged the world. So far, what was it that had always held him back, like a thin and frail silk thread that tightly entangled a mad and frenzied bison