I have been in reincarnation for three hundred years. Looking back at the mortal world, I don’t want to be an immortal, just for the grace of rebirth today, to give back to the source of life from which he traveled.
Three hundred years!
The catastrophe in the spiritual world lasted for three hundred years, and Feng Qingyang had been sitting here all the time. This was the first time in his life that he had meditated for such a long time. He even forgot the years and months, and even forgot that the spiritual world at this time was already on the brink of destruction.
One day, under the Demonic Cliff, he who was originally sitting in meditation suddenly stood up. As he stood up, a slight vibration dissipated the dust on his gown.
He has delicate eyebrows and eyes, and his clothes are whiter than snow. His face is still as handsome as ever, but if you look closely, you will find a hidden brilliance in it. It is a kind of rebirth after destruction, or in other words - rebirth from the ashes.
"The meaning of life is a reincarnation. No one can obtain eternal life. Even I will not break this shackle!" He turned around subconsciously and stared at the sky behind him.
The Nine-Layered Heaven Palace was supreme and infinitely close to the edge of the spiritual world. He knew that at the very top, there was another heaven. There was where his nominal cheap master was. He had been studying under his master for hundreds of years, but it seemed that he had never met him. He felt a little ashamed when he thought about it carefully.
"Life and death, reincarnation, spring, summer, autumn and winter, aren't they a kind of reincarnation? If you want to break this reincarnation, unless you transcend this cave world, otherwise, the catastrophe will continue. But if you understand it in terms of reincarnation, isn't this also a different kind of eternal life?"
After a short silence, Feng Qingyang suddenly raised his right hand, still holding up two fingers, feeling the surging power of heaven that was swallowed by the rotation of force. The corner of his mouth showed a smile, a hint of disdainful sneer.
"Early spring!" As soon as these words were spoken, the barren land within a hundred feet radius suddenly shook slightly. The ground rolled, dust flew, and it seemed as if countless monsters were wriggling underneath.
There was a gleam in his eyes. After putting his fingertips together, he lightly pointed downwards. In an instant, a misty drizzle fell from the sky and a breeze gradually arose. It is said that drizzle nourishes all things silently. With this finger, the rules of heaven and earth naturally moved with his heart.
The crystal clear raindrops were like pearls, falling one by one on the wriggling ground. The sharp sound of shells breaking was heard, and behind him, with a bang, a huge green lotus was born.
The three lotus leaves were exquisite and delicate, like living things. As the lotus leaves swayed and the wind blew, the sound of the shells breaking gradually disappeared, but what appeared was thousands of green rays of light.
One inch, two inches, three inches... From the original bud breaking out of the shell to turning into a seedling, let alone a hundred feet, in his view, the whole world suddenly turned green. When he saw it, the rich breath of life penetrated his heart, like a revelation. The original resentment and sorrow disappeared in an instant under this green.
"Yanxia!" At last, Feng Qingyang spoke again. It was not that his words followed the law, but that his heart followed his actions. When he believed it, it actually became true.
With all the magic power flowing through his body, he raised his foot and stepped lightly downwards. A strong and burning power spread out from his blood, merged into the soles of his feet, and directly entered the ground below, spreading out in all directions.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang shook his whole body slightly, as if he slipped and almost fell down, but after a moment, Feng Qingyang stood up again, and the original seedlings blossomed in an instant, releasing a joy of growth.
The birth of this joy even affected Feng Qingyang's soul. When he turned around, he put his two fingers together and drew a line towards the sky and earth, with a hint of stubbornness and strength in his eyes.
"Han Qiu!"
This finger represents his persistence, his determination to never give up, his perseverance, and his pride in becoming the third will in the spiritual world. After it exploded, the heaven and earth roared.
There were continuous loud rumbling sounds, and the might of heaven was everywhere, even on the Nine Heavens Palace. The shadow of the might of heaven was there, so that at the moment of the explosion, it turned into a strong wave that swept across all directions. Feng Qingyang's face was pale, but the stubbornness in his eyes became stronger.
After blooming, all the flowers suddenly withered, but at the moment of withering, a strong sense of decay broke out. This decay lingered around Feng Qingyang's fingertips. When he stood up again, the stubbornness in his eyes had turned into coldness.
"midwinter!"
Boom!
The sky collapsed and the earth sank. The entire Nine-Layered Heaven Palace was shaking violently. Even the sky and earth changed color. The originally withered flowers were instantly covered with ice, seemingly without any life. But in fact, if you observe carefully, you will definitely notice the weirdness.
The crystal ice does not freeze the vitality of all things, but is like a dormant beast, quietly waiting for the cold winter to pass. After a long sleep, it recuperates and knows the coming of early spring. The cycle of life and death is endless. Death is a rebirth and a brand new beginning.
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"Junior brother, congratulations on waking up!" Qian Shangli's calm voice came from the distant sky. He has always been so indifferent. Even Feng Qingyang felt ashamed of himself for this indifference.
But in fact, it is not the case. If you look closely, you will definitely see the joy hidden under that indifference. With the arrival of Qian Shangli, countless streams of light appeared out of thin air again with a whistle, and long phantoms cut through the sky and shuttled madly.
"Junior brother, congratulations!" Li Ge said coldly. Among these disciples, the one who was most similar to Qian Shangli was none other than Li Ge. They were equally powerful, equally cold, and even equally cold-hearted.
"Junior brother, Hu Zi and Jiu Qiu are here to congratulate you." A muffled sound was heard from the back. Feng Qingyang turned around and saw Hu Zi and Jiu Qiu flying in the air. Compared with the indifferent expressions of the two brothers in front of him, their faces were much better. At least in Feng Qingyang's opinion, they were almost filled with tears.
“Ha… Junior brother, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time again. I thought you had turned into wood, but now it seems that the wood has sprouted.” Mo Qian laughed happily, stepping on a red cloud, which made her already peerless beauty even more stunning.
"Qingyang!" In addition to the title of junior brother, there were two soft calls, which came at the same time. Feng Qingyang's heart moved, but he saw Qian Duoduo and Di Xianxian holding hands and walking towards him.
"Aren't you in my Dantian world?" Feng Qingyang muttered, but did not say anything. He looked at the two people who came over with soft eyes, but suddenly contracted them in an instant. Behind them, Gu Qianxun was looking at him nervously.
Just as he was about to speak, he heard two voices breaking through the air again. Before he could react, he was hugged tightly in his arms. "Good brother, you finally woke up."