Feng Qingyang in the light column looked thoughtful. Previously, people thought that he just wanted to speed up time to achieve great success, but when he actually stood here and heard his words, he realized the true meaning of this light column.
If you don't experience it yourself, you probably won't understand it at all. At this moment, his eyes were filled with shock. Looking at the brightest star hanging in the sky, a turbulence passed through his heart. For this cheap master, the relationship between the two sides was invisibly brought closer again.
There was a deeper meaning to what he said, and what he wanted to tell Feng Qingyang was not about time, but what was contained in this time. He understood it, so he was shocked.
The great catastrophe in the spiritual world lasted for three hundred years and was drawing to a close under the tide of time. All things were desolate and the land was barren. In some places, there was not a single living creature on the entire cultivation planet, not even mountains, rivers, grass and trees.
The Five Decays of Heaven and Earth are so pervasive that the surviving monks dare not act rashly. Once they step out of the place that protects them, they will immediately turn into blood qi and spread into the blood moon in the sky.
On a ruin on the ancient star Mars, where the Hongluo Sect used to be, Old Man Hou had lived for a long time. He had been living here ever since he parted with Feng Qingyang. The Hongluo Sect, once a first-rate force, was turned into ruins under the pressure of time. All the people in the sect died, and no one survived.
There were a total of three hundred scratches engraved on the pillar he carved, each of which was dazzlingly sharp. The place where his eyes were fixed was exactly where the triangular column of light appeared.
His eyes were deep, with a lingering excitement and trembling. If Feng Qingyang saw it again, he would definitely understand what was contained in them. It was a kind of anticipation and madness of wanting to return to hometown after wandering for a long time and suddenly getting tired of it.
If one could see it with one's own eyes, one would certainly be shocked. The direction of the spiritual world has reached the time of clarity. Feng Qingyang devoured the remains of the Hou Zun and did not die, so... he is qualified to truly become the third will.
At this moment, what everyone is waiting for is the last moment, the clash of three wills, which will determine the life and death of the spiritual world, whether it will be destroyed or reborn in the fire.
This beam of light lasted for a very long time, a full ten years. During these ten years, countless hidden gazes stared at it without even blinking.
Some people may not understand, but some people show a gleam of excitement, or expectation, or anger and hatred, but in general, the vast majority of people who stare at the pillar of light are full of expectations, as if they are pinning countless hopes on this pillar of light.
Time passed by like a white horse passing by. Ten years, twenty years, thirty years. The Lord of the City of Sin had always been waiting beside the triangular light column, sitting cross-legged. His deep gaze also looked at the light column, and even broke through the barrier of the light column, reaching Feng Qingyang who was standing in deep thought inside.
It was not until the fiftieth year that the halo emitted by the light column faded a little, but just this little bit made countless people sigh. Could it be that... it can only last for fifty years
The star in the sky went from dazzling to dim. Looking straight at it, it no longer had the initial glare and brilliance. Faintly, there was even a sense of decay, as if it had reached the end.
The old man's body was shaking and his eyes were blurred. Despair slowly emerged from his heart. He turned and walked towards the ruins behind him. On the edge of the ruins, there was a huge formation that could conceal the truth from the heavens. As long as he walked out, he would be noticed by the heavens and swallowed up.
Although the beam of light has not gone out, it seems that it no longer matters.
There was still a trace of misery and shame in his eyes towards Feng Qingyang. If he hadn't told him those things, would these things not have happened? Those who should be destroyed were destroyed by alcohol. How could human power fight against fate
Recalling every little detail with Feng Qingyang, from the initial fear to the current mutual admiration, at least in his opinion, Feng Qingyang was his only friend in the spiritual world, until now the nostalgia turned into shame.
Slowly, he raised his foot and walked forward step by step, and the edge of the carved formation was getting closer and closer to him. He could imagine what he would face next and even what would happen was so clear at a glance once he walked out of this range.
Step by step, when he reached the edge, he suddenly raised his head and stared at the beam of light in the sky again. Suddenly, a very strange thought appeared in his mind: I can't die, because if he is not dead, I will not die.
"Yes, this brat is very lucky, and he has the legendary wisdom. It would be too laughable if he just died of old age in time." He closed his eyes and instantly retracted the foot that the old man had taken. The scenes that happened to Feng Qingyang in the past reappeared in front of him. Which of those things was not a way of escaping from desperate situations and a shocking reversal
"You will reappear, you will definitely reappear." Old man Hou murmured, and his body retreated backwards until he returned to the place where the original scratch was made. He raised his hand and carved another mark on it. He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, and did not move, as if he had turned into stone.
The moment he sat down, countless eyes focused on the light column again, because, at that moment, the situation really reversed, and the originally dim light column suddenly burst into a dazzling light in the middle.
The originally dim stars became bright again, and their brightness even surpassed the moment when they first exploded. Some people sighed, but more were surprised. Everything Feng Qingyang had had became the last hope.
Ten years, ten years, and then forty years passed. He just stood in the light column, his mind was blank, there was contemplation in the confusion, and there was expectation in the contemplation. He recalled the scenes of the past when he appeared, what was contained in them, was it man-made or destiny
There is irritability, happiness, and nostalgia, but more of it is persistence. He is persistent about his own life and destiny, and about the bond with his loved ones. His heart hurts, but after the pain, he becomes stronger.
“This breath, this is the breath of the Supreme God Realm.” He murmured softly, with a look of enlightenment on his face. He sat cross-legged on the ground. At that moment, he felt a bang in his mind, like a violent storm beginning to hit.
In the ninety-ninth year, the light column suddenly began to expand, from its original size of two meters to ten meters. A thick and unique aura spread from the light column and began to wash over the Tenth Heavenly Palace.
As a result, Qian Shangli and others came here one after another, and under the guidance of the Lord of the City of Sin, they sat cross-legged to practice, refining the energy of the supreme divine realm that was washing out.