The thought of Tao arose in his heart, and Feng Qingyang sat alone under the Demonic Cliff.
Half a year passed in the blink of an eye, and it seemed to be the time spent opening and closing your eyes.
In just half a year, countless geniuses emerged in the spiritual world again, but most of them were like a flash in the pan. As soon as they became famous, they fell under the challenge of latecomers.
The structure of ancient times, medieval times and modern times has stabilized, and the spiritual world seems to have fallen into a long and stable development. Of course, how can there be real peace in the Dharma-Ending Age of modern times
The Heaven has prophesied that ninety-nine calamities are about to occur. After this great calamity, the final direction of the spiritual world will be determined. Whether it is life or death, everything will be settled.
When the doomsday was supposed to come, hundreds of millions of monks were not afraid. Instead, they felt a sense of anticipation. They longed for the last moment, so that even if they died, they could witness the final glory.
Perhaps, they will be lucky enough to survive and become the future generation of the spiritual world, witnessing the unprecedented existence. The top ten geniuses in the spiritual world have also been determined. Anyone who wants to be in the top ten must challenge it until death.
Feng Qingyang, as the third will, tops the list, followed by the Body Master, then the Fire Spirit King and the Peerless Sword Saint, and there are several mysterious beings behind them.
Feng Qingyang had never heard of their names, but they kept mentioning Feng Qingyang's name every day, hoping to replace him one day.
The battle for rankings doesn’t matter whether you live or die. The winner will achieve fame and success in this last era of modern times, and his name will go down in history. The loser will die and disappear, becoming just one of the countless waves. No one will remember you. What they will remember is only the super existence who rose up by stepping on countless geniuses. They will sing praises to you and even worship you.
Feng Qingyang sat at the foot of the Demon Cliff, looking somewhat scary, with blood stains all over his body. It seemed that he had been dressed like this since he left the sealed place and returned to the Nine Heavens Palace.
His eyes were blurry and there were constant rumbling sounds in his ears. The magic power in his body was running rapidly, as if it was rushing towards a limit. The violent energy was running rampant in his body, making him seem unable to withstand the force and becoming a bloody mess. The mist also covered him completely in an instant.
One calamity, ninety-nine unforgivable calamities, begins! On this day, such a memory suddenly appeared in his mind, born out of thin air. In fact, he was not the only one who had this thought in his mind, but billions of living beings under the Heavenly Dao felt it at the same time.
He was originally a bloody mess, but after this voice appeared, he immediately recovered as before, without any sign of injury. Although he seemed to be in high spirits, in fact, only he knew that his strength had only recovered to the seventh level.
The backlash from the Blood Devil Finger he unleashed that day while sealed was no less than a severe injury. He had been regulating his breathing for half a year, and during this time he had also consumed a large number of elixirs.
But even so, he still couldn't recover to his peak. However, there are gains and losses. From that moment on, his horizons were broadened again. Not only that, his will was also honed to a higher level.
Every time he vacillates between life and death, Feng Qingyang always takes back a unique memory. These memories accompany him as he grows up until he becomes a legend of this era.
The Great Tribulation of One Yuan came crashing down upon the spiritual world. Even Feng Qingyang, who was born in the Ninth Heaven Palace, felt the unusualness of the spiritual world. After the whole thought came into being, the spiritual energy, which was originally abundant, suddenly decreased. Although it was not much, the resource had already become tight.
The breath of doomsday dusk permeated the spiritual world, causing the stable situation to become chaotic again. Although this was only a small part, not only that, when the power of the One Yuan Great Catastrophe appeared, the entire sky showed signs of destruction.
At the edge of the spiritual world, that is, countless small star fields outside the three thousand cultivation stars, began to collapse slowly. No matter whether it was the cultivation star there or the space there, they all turned into nothingness under the collapse. The destructive force that was plundered would kill any cultivator who was touched by it, and he would be dead and could not die again.
At this speed, it slowly advanced towards the star fields of the three thousand stars of cultivation in the spiritual world. Hundreds of millions of cultivators understood in their hearts that the nine-nine infinite calamities were just a sign of the beginning of the one-yuan calamity. Following them, there would be the two-yin and three-talent, four-image, five-element, six-combination, seven-star, eight-diagram and nine-palace calamities, which respectively corresponded to the eight-diagram formation covering the spiritual world. And now, the one that appeared with the one-yuan infinite calamity was the Qian hexagram!
As the saying goes, the universe is boundless. As the last great catastrophe of the first and last generations, the horror of these two catastrophes is naturally self-evident.
"Qingyang, Master ordered us all to enter the secular world." He was interrupted from his deep thought by a rough voice. Turning around, he saw that Qian Shangli and the others had gathered behind him without him noticing.
The person who spoke was Hu Zi, but this time he didn't eat anything. His previous confused look was replaced by a look of sharpness.
After intensive seclusion, he has already become a quasi-saint, and his unique ability to enter dreams is almost on the verge of perfection. Even he will suffer in the conversion between truth and falsehood.
"Wait for me for a few days." Feng Qingyang waved his hand, turned around and smiled faintly at the few people. Although he did not have Qian Shangli's peerless charm, he naturally had his own aura.
After half a year of seclusion, he seemed to have changed a lot, so much so that he seemed a little unfathomable in the eyes of several people. Although he was not the eldest senior brother, it was undeniable that his strength must be the best among all of them.
Everyone nodded, and turned away knowing what was going on. Some things didn't need to be said explicitly, the other party would understand them themselves, not to mention that they were all peerless overlords in the spirit world. In terms of their character, there were probably only a handful of people in the entire spirit world who could compare to them.
Elsewhere in the Ninth Heaven, Emperor Xianxian was standing by a pond bored and afraid of you. Compared with the human race's constant practice, she didn't seem to need to do so.
The ancient sky-devouring beast, her existence is almost an outlier. She only needs to keep growing, and the day she becomes a master will be her peak.
It can swallow the sun and the moon and refine the universe.
Not far from her, Qian Duoduo was leaning on the white jade carved railing, his eyes looking somewhat melancholy, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Feng Qingyang quietly came behind Qian Duoduo, put his arms around her waist, rested his head on her shoulders, his eyes showing pity and guilt.
"How have you been lately?" As soon as these words were spoken, Di Xianxian, who was not far away, turned around suddenly. When he found that the person who spoke was Feng Qingyang, he rubbed his eyes cutely. It seemed that he did not believe this was true.
"Why aren't you coming over yet?" Feng Qingyang said with a smile. Listening to her innocent childish words, he felt even more sad.