Only by crossing the connecting passages can one be considered to have completely reached the Tenth Heaven.
This piece of heaven and earth exists in the supreme starry sky. It is boundless, like a real big world, filled with constellations of breath. Except for the lack of human habitation, everything else, even a corner, if placed in the lower world, would probably be a paradise that cultivators would try their best to occupy.
It was surrounded by mountains, but they were all in the distant horizon. After crossing the Tianmen, Feng Qingyang's vision was completely opened. There was a huge desert to the north, but to the west was the endless sea.
The desert and the sea are intertwined, shimmering like glass, with countless pieces of gravel scattered between the two, like a broad road leading to Xianqiong. It looks particularly dazzling, and even makes Feng Qingyang linger on to the point of not wanting to leave.
As an Earthling, he naturally has a different appreciation for beauty, especially now, when looking at these breathtakingly beautiful and almost indescribable views, the first thing that comes to his mind is not to meet his master, but to take Di Xianxian and others to have a good time. It is true that the land of beauties is the tomb of heroes. Feng Qingyang shook his head and threw aside all the distracting thoughts in his mind.
Not only that, if you look closely, you will definitely find that this golden desert and the blue sea are not really like this.
The desert is formed by the reflection of sunlight from the sky and the special power of British rules, which is projected on the back, thus forming the color of the desert. In fact, when you really step on it, you will find that it is not sand under your feet, but soft earth.
To the west, it is even more magical. The sea does not look like the sea. In fact, it is just a thick halo spread on the ground, condensed together, like the steam from the earth, so that from a distance, it looks like a constantly flowing sea.
The constant collision of halos of light turned this place into a fairyland. It was Feng Qingyang's first time here, but he already felt a little unable to move. It was not because he was tired, but because he really didn't want to leave. This was what is meant by "beauty is a feast for the eyes."
In the moment of distraction, a silver road about three meters wide suddenly extended from the road under his feet, like a rainbow washing from the end of the sky. When it came to Feng Qingyang's feet, the blue sea in the west was instantly turbulent. Even the sand and gravel in the north were like a sword turning the sky upside down, and it was rolled back, spreading layers of psychedelic light and shadow.
A rumbling sound was heard, and Feng Qingyang stepped forward. When he appeared on the silver avenue, suddenly, he heard a whistling wind in his ears. This was the road leading to the center.
In the center of the Tenth Heaven, as he had seen with his divine eyes, there was only a large hall, standing alone. He did not know from when on, several of his fellow disciples who had lagged behind were now standing at the door of the hall.
Seeing his eyes full of contempt, Feng Qingyang felt ashamed and touched his nose awkwardly. He should have been the second person to arrive after Qian Shangli, but he never expected that he was delayed because he was obsessed with the beautiful scenery along the way.
"You are the first person who made Master wait for so long." Mo Qianxiao snorted coldly, looking at Feng Qingyang with a frosty face. She still hasn't let it go. Whenever she thought of Feng Qingyang's joke, she would be furious. Although she found that the angrier she was, the more deceitful the smiles of her fellow disciples became.
The feeling of wanting to conceal made her angry. Seeing Feng Qingyang lagging behind everyone else, she naturally wanted to criticize him. However, what she said was not wrong. In the whole world, the only person who could make the Holy Lord wait for him was Feng Qingyang. Although it cannot be said that there will be no one like him later, he is also unprecedented.
Soon, Feng Qingyang came whistling to the crowd, stood quietly, and looked at the hall that was like the mouth of a giant beast. It was so dark that he could not see a single thing. This place not only blocked spiritual consciousness, but also blocked magical powers.
"Why don't you come in quickly?" Seeing Feng Qingyang in a daze, Mo Qianxiao kicked him in the butt for no reason. Her aggressive appearance was in line with her hot temper.
Feng Qingyang nodded, and at the moment when he was about to be kicked, he flew away with a whistling sound and disappeared into the deepest part of the hall.
Mountains are mountains, water is water, water revolves around mountains, and mountains and water depend on each other. If the outer edge of the tenth heaven is a paradise on earth, then the scene that appears in front of Feng Qingyang at this moment is a mountain village that cannot be more ordinary.
My sight reaches the end, and by the side of the stream, there sits an old man drinking. He is holding a two-meter-long fishing rod, and is fishing with great concentration.
Feng Qingyang's arrival did not attract his attention, as if he had ignored him. There was no sharp hook or bait on his fishing line, only a thin and transparent line.
"You're here?" After a long while, he said without turning his head, his tone flat, as if he was asking about an unimportant matter.
As he spoke, the fishing rod in his hand shook, and a golden carp four fingers wide fell out of it. His originally calm face instantly showed joy.
"You and I are destined to be together, so I will give you a chance." He murmured to himself while holding the carp, and then threw it into the air. He lightly tapped it with his fingertips, and a breath that Feng Qingyang could not understand but was extremely familiar with immediately spread out.
In a moment, a brilliant light appeared, and the carp in the sky turned into a handsome boy.
"Greetings, Your Excellency!" He kowtowed respectfully in the air, then flew down from the sky and stood quietly beside the old man. His clear eyes were like white paper, and he was looking at Feng Qingyang intently. It was obvious that he was somewhat afraid of Feng Qingyang.
"Master!" Feng Qingyang knelt down and kowtowed to him gently. Then he stood up and walked to the side, looking at him, standing silently with his hands hanging down.
"Why did you come only now? Do you know how long I have been waiting for you?" The old man's tone was obviously a little displeased, and he didn't even look at Feng Qingyang.
"I was just fascinated by the scenery along the way, so I was delayed for a while. I hope Master will not take it to heart." Feng Qingyang explained quickly.
He has great respect for the people before him, like the Ghost King. In his eyes, a teacher for one day is a father for life.
Moreover, this seemingly unremarkable old man is the absolute ruler under the spiritual world and heaven. Whether in terms of strength or status, he is worthy of Feng Qingyang's respect.
"Humph, if everyone is as slow as you, wouldn't the world be in chaos? Beautiful scenery suddenly exists, but we must distinguish the reality and what is the mainstream. Don't let ordinary trivial things confuse your heart."
As the saying goes, the speaker may not mean it but the listener may take it to heart. When these words were spoken, Feng Qingyang was shocked all over and suddenly realized that his cheap master was probably really angry. Thinking back, he was clearly behind Qian Shangli in speed just now, but he was the last one to arrive here.