The surroundings were still pitch black, and even the depths of darkness under his feet, but Bai Qiuran had indeed touched a layer of substantial "bottom".
Stepping on the foothold on this floor, Bai Qiuran looked around, it was pitch black, he wanted to release a lighting spell, but this darkness was extremely special, just like the darkness when he entered the dead place of the gods. Same.
After finally rubbing out a mass of fire marks that did not put out the fire, Bai Qiuran used the faint light to see a series of straw shoe prints emitting faint blue light above the darkness below.
He calmed down and followed the footprints, chasing it all the way.
After walking all the way for an unknown amount of time, Bai Qiuran finally saw a stone platform appear in the darkness ahead, and there was a figure sitting on the stone platform with his back to him.
Seeing this scene, he was refreshed and stepped up to the stone platform.
"Bai Qiuran, a later-generation disciple, is meeting with the first-generation Tianji senior. I have a few questions. I would like to ask the seniors to give me some advice..."
Bai Qiuran turned to the front impatiently while bowing his hands, and then saw the "first generation Tianji".
He fell silent, shocked.
A skinny corpse sat cross-legged on the stone platform, the clothes on his body had become tattered, the eye sockets were sunken, and there was no life.
At his feet, there is also a line of deep hieroglyphics cut out with fingers, with some black things in it, which may be the dried blood of this senior.
You can see how resentful and helpless he was when he wrote this line of words.
At this angle, Zhixian, who was hanging on his side by him, also saw the line of text. He was silent in the darkness for a long time, and then with a low voice, he began to translate the line for Bai Qiuran. Word.
"Everything is a scam. There is no undead medicine at all. I can't be saved. I'm trapped here by our creator, and I can't get out. My clansmen can't be saved."
"I won't live to be able to defeat Donghuang Taiyi. I'm a human being, not a god. My lifespan is limited."
"I don't understand, it was God who created me. I was born after Donghuang Taiyi, which proved that I was a better creature than him. Since God let me be born into the world, why did he help Donghuang Taiyi to deal with me?"
"I can't figure it out, I'm not reconciled! My clansmen want to be cows and horses for the gods, I'm not reconciled!"
Zhixian finished reading the last line of text, paused, and then said:
"Old Bai, he is really dead."
"Ok, I know."
Bai Qiuran acted very calm. He pursued this result for more than 3,000 years. In the end, after discovering that the first generation Tian Ji had already died here, he was surprised to find that there was nothing in his heart other than the empty one. Big mood swings.
"Ha ha."
Looking at the corpse, he smiled bitterly and said to himself:
"Could it be that there is really no way for us to be jealous?"
"Old Bai, listen to me."
After being silent for a while, Zhixian said:
"The first generation of Tianzhu is dead, and he doesn't know how Tianzhu can train his true essence. Now, you are the fastest and furthest among all Tianzhu. You have to believe in yourself. This path is up to you to open up, you already have some real essence in your body, although not much, but it is at least a hope. Now... let's go back and talk about it."
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Bai Qiuran took the nameless first-generation Tianji out of the giant pit of Penglai Sacred Mountain and buried him next to the stone tablet in Penglai.
Maybe it was already broken, and when he came out, Tiandao didn't bother him again.
After burying the first generation of Tianji, Bai Qiuran rode Zhanran Qiushui and left Guixu. Instead of going to Fusang to find Sanzuwu and Xihe, he flew straight to the mainland. Along the way, his spirit Not in the state, Zhixian called him many times, but Bai Qiuran didn't respond.
The time flow of returning to the ruins is different from the outside world. They have not reached the mainland, and the two of them have no way of knowing how long the time has passed. It was just noon when they entered, and it was already night when they came out.
The two gradually flew over the sea, and the coastline appeared in front of them, but Bai Qiuran still had no emotional ups and downs.
What awakened his spirit was a pungent scorched smell. Bai Qiuran focused his eyes and moved his eyes to look in the direction where the smell came from. Then he saw a fire soaring into the sky at a corner of the coastline. up, and disperse into weird, twisted shapes in mid-air.
He remembered that there was a human settlement by the sea, and he guarded the eastern land. He and Jiang Lan had both visited the human race living on this land.
He turned around and came to the sky above the settlement. Inside the settlement, a group of tall gods were carrying out a massacre.
They set fire in the settlement and overturned all the walls and houses of the settlement with their weapons. The human race in the settlement screamed and ran around, but they were blocked by the gods walking on the street.
Some of them grinned and pressed the women to the ground to humiliate them.
The entire settlement, under the actions of the gods, turned into a hellish scene.
Bai Qiuran fell to the ground, looked at the gods who were acting recklessly in the human settlement, and asked:
"What are you doing?"
The gods turned their heads in amazement, and when they saw it was him, they all laughed and said:
"Ah, it turns out to be the Great Commander Bai. We are under the decree of the Heavenly Emperor to deal with these disobedient mortals. Commander Bai, there are several good-looking human women here. Would you like to open meat? Occasionally change the species. Taste it."
"Oh."
Bai Qiuran waved to him.
"come here."
This god thought that Bai Qiuran was going to reward him, so he came to Bai Qiuran's side.
Bai Qiuran patted his face, and suddenly reached out and inserted his hand into his mouth. With the release of his sword energy, he directly cut off the entire upper half of his head.
"You're right."
Throwing half of his head aside, Bai Qiuran crossed the corpse in front of him and looked at the gods.
"It's time for me to change my taste."
"Bai Dashuai is crazy!"
Soon, in the settlement, the gods shouted in horror, endlessly.
After a while, Bai Qiuran threw away the last corpse of the god that he had torn apart.
After he casually pulled water from the ocean to extinguish the flames, he stood in the center of the settlement, looked at the mountains of human corpses around him, and exhaled desperately.
The salty smell of sea water, the smell of blood, the strange smell of smoke after the flames were extinguished, all kinds of smells were mixed together, and they were inhaled into his nose, making him a little restless.
It has been a while since the gods arrived here. Most of the people in this settlement are dead, leaving only a few human races, hiding in the ruins, desperately covering their breathing, trembling and daring to make a sound.
Bai Qiuran just stayed like this for a while, then took out a pen and paper from the storage bag, and drew a picture on a blank scroll.
His thoughts are very mixed, mountains and rivers, sea and land, heaven and earth, gods, human race, society and crops, birds and beasts, flowers and plants, cultivation, and the brush in his hand also follows the messy thoughts, and the brush is poured on the blank scroll at will.
The amazing thing is that the patterns that can be said to be unrelated, but merged into a perfect painting on the scroll. When Bai Qiuran returned to his senses, the painting had been completed and the space in the painting had been constructed.
He dried the ink, and swept his senses around to find the survivors hidden in the ruins. At the same time, he also sensed that a large number of ghosts were generated and wandered in the ruins.
There is no ghost world in this era. These souls would have been devoured by the gods and turned into their food, or they could escape and become lonely ghosts wandering in the wild.
Bai Qiuran stretched out his hand and took pictures of the survivors, who were thrown in front of him and looked at him with frightened eyes.
Bai Qiuran was not in the mood to speak right now, and when the scroll opened, he directly contained all the survivors and ghosts in the scroll.
Putting away the scroll, he walked out of the settlement and looked up at the dark night sky.
"Zhixian."
After a while, he said softly:
"You are right. The road ahead may have to be blazed by me."
"You figured it out?"
Zhixian asked in surprise.
"Well. The time is different, the interference of the heavens, the hostility of the gods, all of these are just obstacles, not reasons for me to stop."
Bai Qiuran lowered his head and replied:
"I am bound by myself, and I am avoiding... The most important question is not whether I can do it or not, but what I want to do."
Glancing at the ruins behind him, he whispered:
"The foundation is like this, so that the people will no longer be bullied by the gods, and the same is true!"
Holding the scroll in his hand, he stepped forward.
My God, you are truly rotten, treating human life as a pig and a dog.
God, you really want to force the human race to die without blood or tears.
God - with you, also dare to be my enemy? !