With such persistence and unwillingness in his heart, he finally understood, understood this so-called fate.
In the Tenth Heaven, a hundred years have passed and everything has returned to peace. In the eyes of ordinary people, it was just that there was one more star in the sky a hundred years ago. From the initial attention to the final indifference, it even reached the point of forgetting.
The appearance of the sun, moon and stars is always related to eternity. In their view, this star is like a rising sun, and things are changing with the times.
This is just an infinitely interwoven beautiful dream. After waking up, the next dream begins that you don't want to wake up from. But in addition to those ordinary people, there are also some people who have been waiting on the light column.
They have been lost in deep thought for hundreds of years, and even their bodies are covered with thick dust. They always remember what this pillar of light represents and what the person shrouded in it represents. They also know that in a hundred years, there will be a person who will walk out of the pillar of light, break the silence of the spiritual world, and set off a storm that will change the world.
As for the others, such as the disciples of the Tenth Heaven, they were sitting cross-legged in meditation quietly, forgetting the time and everything in the world. Everything... was proceeding in such an orderly manner.
Until one day, Feng Qingyang suddenly woke up. He was still himself, dressed in snow-white clothes, without the slightest change. If there was any change, it was that there was a kind of vicissitudes in his eyes that ordinary people could see at a glance.
This vicissitudes of life were not artificial, but the result of spending too much time in it, so that a sense of decay appeared. That distant feeling made him suddenly feel that he was so incompatible with the world today.
He slowly walked out of the light column and looked at the dead silence around him. For some reason, he did not appear in the Tenth Heaven Palace, but in an unfamiliar world.
However, there was a passage in front of him, and the end of this passage happened to be the Tenth Heaven Palace. Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, took a step, and walked forward slowly.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, even to the point of being scary. There was no sound at all. In fact, in this quiet place, he could hear his own breathing and the sound of his blood flowing.
It was terrifyingly quiet; from afar, apart from some dim stars for cultivation, there was nothing else. The starry sky was vast, with many rocks floating in the boundless expanse. On these rocks, there was magical power that could not be erased by time. The starry sky was in a mess, as if a war had broken out not long ago.
The traces of the fights silently told him how earth-shattering this place had been in the past. He even saw bones on some rubble, strange bones, without the slightest sign of life, and all the blood and essence had quietly disappeared.
Everything was exactly the same as it had been a hundred years ago, without any change. Feng Qingyang was silent, looking at the ruined world and the Ten-Layered Heavenly Palace at the end.
"Are you still waiting for me?" Feng Qingyang murmured, his figure flickering in the void. When he appeared again, he had returned to the Tenth Heaven.
He saw his cheap master sitting and waiting beside the light column, and also saw his fellow disciples scattered around in other places. He also saw Qian Duoduo, Di Xianxian, and Gu Qianxun who were staring at him in the Nine Heavens Palace.
What's more... I saw myself inside the beam of light!
Feng Qingyang paused and stayed where he was, silently looking at himself in the beam of light. The man had delicate features and a hidden aura of tyranny. Although it was hidden very deeply, he could still feel it clearly.
"Could it be that there is someone else I want to kill?" He murmured to himself, walking slowly towards himself. With each step, countless memories appeared in his mind.
Each memory is a reincarnation. He traveled through the three thousand cultivation stars in the spiritual world until he returned to his original body. Then he closed his eyes and finally opened them again.
Boom!
Almost at the moment he opened his eyes, there was a roar from heaven and earth, and the scenery around him began to change suddenly. The sky was spinning, and the column of light, along with himself, broke through the tenth heaven and appeared in a vast starry sky.
Here, he seemed to be able to reach out and pick the stars and hold the moon. That supreme feeling made his blood boil. But at the same time, at this height, he suddenly found two hazy figures.
"The First Will, the Second Will, and the Third Me!"
"Are you awake?" The Lord of the City of Sin called out to me in my ears. His tone was flat, without any excitement or expectation. It was just plain, as if it was supposed to be this way.
Feng Qingyang nodded. A hundred years, each year was a reincarnation. His soul was constantly destroyed and reborn in the three thousand cultivation stars, so much so that he himself had forgotten how many times he had reincarnated.
This triangular column of light was extremely magical. It actually contained the power to seize the fortune of heaven and earth and transform decay into something miraculous. Even though he was suppressed by the might of heaven, he still comprehended life in the cycle of reincarnation.
Until the moment he truly woke up, his body, soul, and magic power all reached a peak value.
Under the influence of the aura of the Supreme God Realm, he was like a butterfly emerging from a cocoon, his life level was changed, and his cultivation had reached the level of a half-step zombie ancestor without him realizing it.
At this moment, if he were facing a quasi-saint, he could do so without hesitation and destroy him with ease.
Yes, he has become stronger again. In terms of physical strength alone, he almost feels that he has surpassed the ancient Qilin Lord, not to mention reaching the state of the ancient Qilin Lord.
There is one last realm in his cultivation path, known as the Zombie Ancestor, the ancestor of all zombies. If he breaks through, he can reach a legendary state.
The body of the ancestor zombie is invincible and even superior to the Hou Zun.
People from all over gathered here, and those who were close to him all came here. In just a short moment, the place was filled with more than a dozen people.
"Now that you are awake, you should do what you should do. This is the only way your master can help you. If we become enemies one day, you must remember not to show mercy, otherwise, I will not let you off easily."
After leaving these words, his standing figure began to fade away, like a wisp of smoke that could be completely dissipated by a slight breeze.
"You are all my disciples and the hope of my City of Sin. I hope that each of you can be like a dragon and like Qingyang." He smiled slightly and disappeared on the spot.
No one understood what was going on, only Feng Qingyang and Qian Shangli had their eyes flashing thoughtfully.
"Are you ready?" Qian Shangli suddenly said after a moment of silence. As soon as he said this, he smiled to himself.
"Of course, senior brother, have you ever seen me fail? Have you ever seen me suffer a loss?" Feng Qingyang laughed with his head raised. At that moment, he was full of pride and arrogance.
"Be careful of the boat capsizing in the ditch!"