Xuan Tian Ji was rather cold, but beneath this cold exterior, she still couldn't conceal her inner joy of regaining life.
With their true feelings revealed, the two of them hugged Feng Qingyang tightly. Such a warm scene, in the eyes of tens of thousands of cultivators from all directions, made them feel that they were a couple of immortals. Although they were not from the same forces, there was nothing wrong with it.
Compared to Xuan Tianji's straightforwardness, Xiao Yue seemed much more like a beautiful girl next door. She pushed Xuan Tianji aside with a slightly blushing face and gently pulled the hem of her clothes. The latter understood and left Feng Qingyang's arms. Her original tenderness was instantly covered with coldness.
"One day, when I can truly decide the world, I will come to find you again." At this point, Feng Qingyang looked at the two of them deeply, feeling reluctant in his heart, but now was not the time for him to be sentimental.
Looking around, tens of thousands of monks were staring at him. Perhaps, someone here once wanted to kill Feng Qingyang, but after he survived, or in other words, this experience was a complete rebirth for them.
"Everyone... goodbye!" Feng Qingyang clasped his fists and bowed, then disappeared from the spot with a swish, following the crack in the sky and turning into a long rainbow and escaping into the distance.
Just a few days, but it felt like a thousand years.
Feng Qingyang was followed by the Fire Spirit King. After coming out of this sealed world, this guy never spoke a word, but just followed him silently. Feng Qingyang didn't care and hurried on his way.
He will have a battle with the Peerless Sword Master half a year later. He cannot guarantee that his hidden illness can be cured to its peak before the decisive battle. Moreover, the Qingshuang will of two-thirds of the Dantian world and the will he originally took into his body have already been fighting to a fierce level.
Who will win or lose is of vital importance to him. At least he hopes that the Tiandao who will appear next time will be the blue woman he is familiar with, Qingshuang... Qingshuang... Could it be that she has some kind of connection with the young man of creation
When they were approaching the City of Sin, Feng Qingyang turned around and looked at the Fire Spirit King. This guy had followed him all the way here, so it was time for him to get to know him better. After all, he was not a demon, and it was impossible for him to enter the Nine Heavens Palace.
"I just want to ask a question." The Fire Spirit King's face, which had remained cold for thousands of years, flashed with a hint of embarrassment, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, as if this question was a little difficult for him to ask.
Feng Qingyang laughed in his heart. Does this mysterious ancient power also know what embarrassment is? Although the two of them also had a one-year agreement, after sharing life and death, the two lines that were originally unsociable and hostile seemed to have undergone a new change.
"You say." After pondering for a moment, Feng Qingyang spoke. After all, he was not his mortal enemy, and their previous life and death together made him unable to bear to refuse.
"What exactly is the sealed world? I lost a piece of memory, but I still can't remember it." At this point, the Fire Spirit King's eyes suddenly burst into light, and he stared at Feng Qingyang intently. His calm breathing suddenly became rapid, for fear that the other party would refuse. If that happened, this question would gradually evolve into a demon in his heart. This was related to his path of cultivation. How could he not be nervous
"The sea of suffering is boundless, but there is shore to turn back. Believe in the other shore and you will gain eternal life. Do you believe it?" Feng Qingyang blinked and looked at the Fire Spirit King meaningfully, then stepped into the City of Sin. His figure gradually twisted until it disappeared.
As for the Fire Spirit King, his whole body was shaking as if he had been electrocuted. He stood there in a daze, unable to recover for a long time. When he looks at a person, he does not look at what he says, but what he does not say.
As Feng Qingyang turned and disappeared, his ears were filled with the words that had never faded away until this moment: "Above the spiritual world, there is the Supreme God Realm. The one on the other side is the emperor, the God Emperor."
This short sentence sounded a bit sarcastic, but to the Fire Spirit King, it was like a brand new door opened for him. He was a powerful being from ancient times who sealed himself because of a prophecy and awakened at the end of ancient times in order to be reborn.
Now, he finally understood that the world outside the spiritual world was like the Hurricane Peak he once looked up to. After climbing to the top, he suddenly discovered that there was another world outside the mountain. The vast land and the strange starry sky were calling him deeply, so much so that his entire soul was burning with these words.
"The God Emperor of the Other Shore?" He muttered to himself, and finally discovered that although he had said these words, the void had never appeared. It seemed that these words had become unspeakable and not recognized by the current heavenly way. Even though he could understand it, no one else could know it except him.
"If so, the predictions back then were indeed correct. The direction of the spirit world is accompanied by destruction and rebirth. I originally thought that it would really be destroyed according to fate, but now it seems that it is just rebirth from the ashes."
The Fire Spirit King turned around and disappeared into the sky and earth as a ray of fire. He was waiting for the promise made one year later, and also for the arrival of the last moment of the catastrophe.
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Tenth Heaven Palace.
Feng Qingyang stood quietly behind the city lord, watching him still fishing by the pond. The scene was exactly the same as when they first met, but after three days, it felt like a different change.
"Master, can you tell me what kind of existence the Holy Lord is?" This question is of vital importance to him, or in other words, it has a decisive impact on his future decisions.
The Lord of the City of Sin turned around, put away his fishing rod, stood up, put on a bamboo hat on his head and a straw raincoat on his back, and turned to look at Feng Qingyang. Compared with Feng Qingyang's tall stature, his thin body seemed a little frail, and he looked like a real fisherman.
But who knows that the fisherman in their eyes is actually one of the nine great saints who rule the spiritual world today
"You can say that the Holy Lord is the incarnation of the Heavenly Dao, or you can say that they are the guardians of the spirit world. The real decision is up to you. You don't have to worry about our existence and what impact it will have on the spirit world. Some things will naturally become clear to you on that day. At least, you won't seem confused, right?"
Feng Qingyang was silent, his eyes flashing with vast and ethereal light. He looked up at the sky of the Tenth Heaven. Here, it was only one step away from the edge of the spiritual world.
But what price must be paid to take this step? Under this step, countless cultivators in the spiritual world were trapped, whether it was the Nine Saints or the Heavenly Dao itself, perhaps as a guard, or perhaps as a cage.
The Lord of the City of Sin did not give Feng Qingyang any direct answer, but his words made Feng Qingyang, who was originally wavering in his heart, stand firm.
"Master is right. When you reach the mountain, there must be a way out, right?"