This darkness exists forever. The faint halo spread by the big tree flickers, as if it has illuminated the time and space after the passing of years for countless years.
It keeps flickering all the time, maybe it was once brilliant, but today, it has finally turned dim. Maybe one day it will be completely extinguished, or even disappear.
Year after year, this place moves in a kind of emptiness, under the dim green halo. Even if it appears in the human world, it will not be discovered by any living creature. It seems that this is a mezzanine of the void. No matter how many years have passed, no one knows and no one comes here.
Beyond the silence, there is only dead silence, and what is left is still dead silence.
The two men sitting cross-legged under the big tree turned their heads at the same time to look at the man walking out of the darkness, both smiled in response, and then turned their eyes back to the chessboard, as if there was something on it that was particularly eye-catching.
"You're here? Come and see what the current situation is like," said the slightly rough man, with his heads lowered.
Feng Qingyang groaned for a moment, then went as he was told. His steps were slow and each step took ten thousand years. Each step was like crossing the long river of time and space. Only then did he realize how far he was from them when he first appeared.
The black and white pieces were intertwined, the chessboard was crisscrossed, and the jagged edges overlapped each other. The peaceful chessboard seemed a little weird between the two pieces, revealing a murderous aura. Feng Qingyang only glanced at it indifferently, and his heart was shaken, and he almost vomited blood.
This chess piece is clearly himself.
No matter it is black or white, no matter it is tragic, no matter it is fighting, everyone is himself, either alive or dead.
"Do you understand?" The rough man turned around and grinned. His white teeth flashed with a cold light, and his deep eyes released an ethereal color.
Feng Qingyang's face turned pale. He took a step back, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he also sat cross-legged on the ground, between the two of them, becoming the third person.
"The world is a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces. Whether it's me or him, it's just a dream. Do you exist? Or do we not exist?"
His words seemed very profound. Feng Qingyang didn't understand them. After thinking for a while, Shaoqing finally nodded as if he understood. If he was still a little confused at first, then the moment he saw the chessboard, he seemed to understand.
The two men look somewhat similar, but one is rough and the other is indifferent. One of them wears a four-color Taoist robe, while the other is extremely pure black. In this respect, he is somewhat similar to Feng Qingyang, both of them are the kind of people who love pure colors.
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In the outside world, Feng Qingyang, who was completely submerged in the light column, suddenly looked a little blurry, as if he was about to assimilate the light column and completely dissipate in the world.
"Where's Qingyang? Why can't we see him?" The surviving creatures in the spiritual world looked at each other in confusion, looking at the light shining throughout the spiritual world.
The disappearance of Feng Qingyang's figure soon caused a commotion among the crowd, but in the fog, his figure could be vaguely seen, and only this could make them feel a little relieved.
In fact, Feng Qingyang had been standing in the same place and had never disappeared. It was just that his consciousness entered a mysterious gap.
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“If I say that we are all fighting for the survival of the spiritual world, would you believe it?” At last, the man next to him added, and then the other man also nodded, his eyes deep and mysterious, as if there was a vast starry sky hidden in it.
Feng Qingyang frowned, as if he thought of something, but did not deny the other party's words. Instead, he nodded immediately. He believed them, and believed even more in what they said at this time.
"Like this..." The man in the four-color Taoist robe pointed at the chessboard and glanced at Feng Qingyang. An imperceptible gleam flashed across his eyes, and then he continued, "I have been thinking about why we exist, why we practice, and why death occurs."
"If you say this is the six reincarnations, the heaven and earth are made of steel, then maybe it can be explained, but why can the saint who has integrated into the heaven live for an era? Is it because of destiny or fate? Although I opened up this world, and even my original body went to another vast world to seek the answer in my heart, I still can't get a glimpse of it to this day." The man in the four-color Taoist robe said. Feng Qingyang's expression changed. If he said that he couldn't confirm the identities of the two of them now, it would be laughable.
“When I woke up from the chaos, there was darkness all around me. I just grabbed something from my side and waved it forward, and then the world we have today appeared. I called it the spirit world at that time.
After me, countless creatures were born, but most of them were ferocious beasts without intelligence. I was the only one who stood alone. One day, I was tired.
In fact, by the time I felt tired, I couldn't tell how many years had passed. I felt weak inside and couldn't even lift my own axe.
I was furious, looking up at the sky, roaring that I wanted eternity. However, the moment these words appeared, a young man walked out of the void. He looked exactly like me. I even thought he was me, but I was not him. At that time, he only said one sentence to me. Guess what he said? "
The man in the four-color Taoist robe said this in one breath and finally stopped. The black chess piece between his fingers was suspended in the air without being pressed down.
Feng Qingyang did not answer him, but kept his eyes on the direction where the chess piece was about to fall. This was a mysterious position. If it was compared to the spiritual world, then the direction where the chess piece was located was the beginning.
If it falls, everything will return to one, but if it is not dropped, both sides will suffer losses on the chessboard until the final complete demise. The result of dropping it or not is the same.
"I think what he said should be: You are just a cauldron for my cultivation. Right?" Feng Qingyang raised his head and said slowly. As soon as he said this, the void illuminated by the light green light suddenly flickered.
The man in black robe and the man in four-color Taoist robe felt a chill all over their body and looked at Feng Qingyang with some surprise, but their expressions did not change.
"What do you mean?"
“The spiritual world nowadays is nothing but giving and plundering. I think you belong to the giving, but at the same time you have reached a kind of saturation, so that you suddenly feel abnormal, and you…” At this point, Feng Qingyang's gaze suddenly changed and fixed on the man in black robe.
"I think you are a plunderer, but your plunder is not on the original gift, but here!" After saying that, Feng Qingyang raised his finger on the chessboard.
"Pangu, Houzun, and Third Brother, are your opinions wrong?"
Hearing this, the two men looked at each other at the same time, and then burst into laughter.