As for the shadow of Pangu standing beside him, he nodded suddenly.
In fact, he was as shocked as anyone else present.
"Without the realm of a god, he can open up a cave world. This person is a monster." He muttered in his heart, but when Feng Qingyang bowed solemnly, he also returned the greeting.
The three of them bowed to each other, to the heaven and earth, to all living beings today. The long river of time washed by, and in these new four true realms, there seemed to be a brand new spirit, slowly appearing with the passage of time, and then slowly awakening from nothingness.
The four great realms of truth all have spirits, the souls belonging to the realm of truth. All living beings can cultivate, even a lake or a thousand-year-old stone. Once their spirits are awakened, they can cultivate.
The surviving creatures in the world also bowed to the heaven and earth, offering sacrifices to the heavens in memory of those creatures who died in the catastrophe. No matter what their origins were, or whether they were right or wrong, they eventually died, and with this bow, they turned into heroic spirits guarding the four true realms.
For a moment, that kind of sad atmosphere filled the heaven and earth. The joy of the birth of the real world also returned to calm at this moment, and was replaced by sadness and sorrow.
Their deaths were not in vain. Even though they were devoured by the Qilin Lord, who was the Way of Heaven, at least they still exist until now. Their spirits are immortal, guarding the real world and growing with the birth of the real world.
The appearance of the heroic spirit silenced Feng Qingyang. He once had enemies all over the world, and he once was in decline, but now, all of that has become a thing of the past.
Billions of heroes suspended in the sky, they sacrificed innocently in the catastrophe, and even at the last moment, they gathered all their faith in Feng Qingyang, and all the right and wrong turned into trust and persistence in the end.
They cannot enter the cycle of reincarnation. After being devoured by the Heavenly Dao, their souls are incomplete. Even if they could, they would not want to do so. They want to retain their past memories.
They wanted to watch the catastrophe of the spiritual world end and wait for the newborn to shine upon the earth again, but they resolutely did not wait until the last moment.
In the four newly born true realms, Feng Qingyang stood on the sky. Huo Zun pondered for a moment, flashed into the lowest level of the realm, and then entered the cycle of reincarnation.
Feng Qingyang, on the other hand, lowered his head, silently looking at the world below. He did not look up, did not see that the Burning Heaven Incense had burned out, nor did he see that the spirit behind the gate had gone crazy.
He just felt a little desolate in his heart, and his messy long hair hid the sadness in his eyes. It was a memorial. No matter whether it was hatred or connection, they were people from the same world after all.
A roar was heard from all four true realms. After the souls of countless monks who had died recently appeared, a strong wind suddenly blew through the heaven and earth, bringing a sense of vicissitudes to the world.
Some ancient costumes appeared, and they all looked at Feng Qingyang. They were creatures of the first era of the Second Era, and belonged to the sages of the ancient times. They were taught by Pangu and saw through the essence of heaven and earth. Therefore, when Hou Zun took over the body of Heaven, they would rather die than cultivate any magic power for this caged world.
Their clothes were either tattered or gorgeous, but their aura was ancient and infinitely close to the aura that appeared in the Xuanhuang Realm at this time. This was the aura spreading from the Supreme God Realm.
They fell, but their spirits and residual souls never died. At this moment, the long-lost cross-era gathering came together, and they reappeared at Feng Qingyang's call.
They looked at Feng Qingyang silently. This man's wisdom was speculated in ancient times, but no one knew at that time that he actually had the ability to lead the world to new glory.
They are not cultivators from the four true realms, they are cultivators from ancient times, they belong to the last era, but in Feng Qingyang's eyes, they are now, even now, they are still cultivators from the four true realms.
He clearly remembered everything he learned when he first entered the Xuanhuang World. That group of powerful ancient powers never compromised even at the cost of their lives. Their fearless spirit was worthy of his awe.
The scene he saw was that they all fell into a dream for the sake of a future. Under the great magical power, they dreamed of reincarnation and opened up a dream world. Even if they had to break through while in sleep, they were determined to break the world that once trapped them.
But now, there will be no more cave world, there is only faith, and if you are sincere, it will work. They will exist for themselves, with all their emotions and desires.
Right and wrong, black and white, justice and evil, all exist in heaven and earth. However, the ultimate goal is no longer to cultivate the way of heaven, but for themselves. They are no longer bound by the shackles and fetters of their realm.
Anything with a spirit can practice cultivation. If one has talent, one can go against the will of heaven, enter the supreme realm of gods, and step into that eternal and mysterious world.
Throughout the ages, too many geniuses have fallen. They died in battle after battle. Under the arrangement of the rules of heaven, at a certain moment, they fell completely, giving back to the heaven and earth all that they had cultivated.
And at this moment, everything changed. The heaven and earth changed, even the nine great saints changed. They did not have the title of saint, but were in the state of Hedao, between the ancient gods, and were called quasi-gods.
The only nine quasi-gods in the world, as long as they reach the critical point, can enter the supreme realm of gods, and will never sigh again when looking at the hopeless path of cultivation.
Feng Qingyang, he paid tribute to the world, the ancient souls, and even the once broken heaven. Now, he looked at these heroes who had never entered reincarnation, and suddenly said: "Are you willing to witness the growth of the four great realms? Become the immortal heroes of the four great realms?"
As these words were spoken, the endless souls that seemed to be pleading and expectant in the mind, spread throughout the four divine realms, all flew towards Feng Qingyang.
The first undead to arrive in front of Feng Qingyang was not one, but two. Feng Qingyang was very familiar with them. They were the one he once called Tiandu Ancient Immortal, and his Taoist partner, Tianhuan Saint.
The two of them bowed to Feng Qingyang and looked at him deeply with determination in their eyes. Then they carried Saint Tianhuan and went straight to the list of gods behind Feng Qingyang, willing to become the guardian spirits here.
And after them, all the cultivators from ancient times, prehistoric times, medieval times, and recent times, who had never rebelled, came one by one, stood in the distance and looked at Feng Qingyang, hesitated for a moment, bowed together without hesitation, and then followed behind Tiandu Ancient Immortal and merged into the List of Gods.
They may be unwilling or resentful, but after this bow, they have no regrets. They are people of this world both in life and death, from the moment they are born, and forever.
When they are alive, they are heroes; when they are dead, they are still ghost heroes. Their heroic spirits will forever protect the four true realms.