He will not give up, nor will he bow his head easily.
Even if his soul was shattered by the myriad ways, or even nearly ceased to exist, he would reassemble his body amidst his unwilling cries, and smash the myriad ways with his own strength, standing tall in heaven and earth, and remaining immortal forever.
He wanted to break free from his own shackles. Even if he was bombarded by the calamity of heaven, he would survive it. He did not want to fight against it, but to surpass it, trample all the rules of heaven, and sort out the meaning of his own existence.
This is not his tyranny, but his kindness and mercy. Only his strength can save the lives of billions of lives. The calamity he endures is the calamity of billions of lives, and it is also his own calamity.
The avenue roared, and the nine beings at the highest point of the spiritual world had cold expressions. Their original emotions disappeared in an instant after the Tiankui Ancient Star collapsed, and were replaced by faces full of murderous intent.
If you look closely, you will find the struggle in the deepest part of their eyes, as if something is controlling them with a strong will. Apart from the Heavenly Dao, I am afraid that no one else can do this.
"I'm afraid that I will break the sky and ruin this catastrophe." He said softly. The strongest zombie in history has almost reached the peak at this moment. He can destroy the sky and the earth with a wave of his hand, pick the stars and the moon, and even reverse the universe.
Buzz!
Almost at the moment he said this, the body that was originally standing in place suddenly disappeared, turned into a stream of light and rushed straight to the Heavenly Dao Dharma Image in the sky. His punch was as strong as a dragon, with unstoppable force, destroying the world. He was invincible and powerful.
He raised his hand and pressed it forward, and it instantly turned into a huge finger. This was not the finger of the Blood Demon, but a finger that he transformed from above the heavens with his own will.
The derivatives of the three major artistic conceptions, the artistic conception of suppression, the artistic conception of sealing, and the artistic conception of killing, these three artistic conceptions are all existences that transcend the way of heaven, and can easily destroy the avenue of the spiritual world, surpassing the most terrifying artistic conception at the top level.
"Kill!" As soon as these words came out, his pupils turned red instantly, and a ray of light as solid as substance shot out instantly. Feng Qingyang himself followed suit and merged with the ray of light. At this moment, a horrifying scene appeared in the entire spiritual world.
It seemed like a ray of light, a dazzling red light, a red light that could make the soul riot at the mere sight of it. After penetrating through the heaven and earth, it swept past like an autumn wind, and in a short moment, the originally towering Heavenly Dao image was shattered once again.
And what was different from the beginning was that the destruction this time was like a crushing blow, so easy, even to the point of contempt, as if he himself was not a great thing.
That light, that bright red light, was deeply engraved in the hearts and even the souls of billions of creatures in the spiritual world. They would remember the light in their hearts forever, throughout their lives, even after they entered reincarnation.
Endless power of faith poured into Feng Qingyang's body almost endlessly. This was the purest power, which made Feng Qingyang's body, which had been suffering from the backlash, recover in the blink of an eye. The power of faith washed over him like a tide, keeping him in the best condition at all times.
Feng Qingyang took a deep breath and suppressed his inner excitement. He clearly felt the source of the power of faith, billions of lives, pure and powerful.
I still remember the first time I met Du'e, he taught him his magical powers of Buddhism. These were almost buried in my memory during the constant fighting, but now, he has awakened and he understands.
"Fate, cause and effect!"
He whispered, his eyes looking at the sky. After the Dharma image collapsed, a huge refined flower evolved, like a lotus of chaos, which was spinning and spreading the breath of destruction.
As the words cause and effect came out, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt a vague connection between him and the beings in the spiritual world. That connection came from the heart and was indelible, like a mark, engraved into a brand.
Boom!
The overwhelming roar evolved into a huge wheel in the sky, which spun and directly pushed through all the paths. The Dantian world in his body was replicating the Three Thousand Heavenly Paths incomparably.
That speed was so amazing that even Feng Qingyang was shocked. The power of faith might not be strong enough, but when all the people in the spiritual world believed in one person and were willing to give their own artistic conception to the other person, the faith at that time was the ultimate powerful force.
Looking back, we were all dancing in our hands. This is an indelible mark. Over the years, there are always some things that are engraved in our hearts.
Feng Qingyang tried his best, risking his life, even if it meant his bones were shattered, he would stubbornly live on until he became the strongest, until he could stand tall and proud.
His will merged into the void and began to expand infinitely. The speed of this expansion was terrifying. In just a short moment, it filled several cultivation stars.
He saw the creatures on the Xiuzhen Star. Countless traces remained on their faces, from the initial resentment and complexity, to entanglement, terror, fear, distortion, and now trust.
Unconditional trust, purity from the heart, without any impurities. Perhaps this is a helpless action under the threat of death, but even so, so what
As long as you believe, no matter what state of mind you are in, at least Feng Qingyang now feels the purest belief. He can never forget those trusting faces.
"Cause and effect, is this it? Where there is cause, there is effect. Where there is a beginning, there must be an end." Feng Qingyang suddenly thought of this and raised his hand.
A small ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand, but after a moment, it suddenly surged like a cluster of flames. This was his connection with billions of living beings.
With the help of the power of faith and the connection with cause and effect, the Buddhist and Taoist art of cause and effect can be used for fighting, but also for persuasion. But now, Feng Qingyang said that what he wanted to perform was just fighting.
Only by fighting can one create a future for the creatures who believe in him, a future that can rekindle hope after hundreds of reincarnations.
"I believe in you, just as you believe in me." He said, raising his palm. The ball of light in his hand magnified, revealing a breath he could not understand, and slowly rose into the air, appearing above the sky.
The shock at that moment was unprecedented, and he felt it clearly. The woman from the Nine Yin Realm not far away had an unusually solemn expression, even to the point of anger.
"A bunch of traitors."
Feng Qingyang ignored him, he knew nothing, raised his hand and pressed towards the void, his eyes flickered, his clothes were whiter than snow, his long hair fluttered, "The Art of Great Cause and Effect!"
Boom!
As these words came out, thousands of paths shattered, like waves breaking off layer by layer.