"What?"
When Feng Qingyang heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and his pale face turned purple in an instant.
I originally thought that he would turn around and go directly to the Xuanhuang Realm. Even if not, he should at least be in the Jiuyin Realm. But who knew that the place where he would reincarnate would be in the Fengjie.
…
Everyone was speechless, and the Ghost King in the sky looked a little embarrassed. He naturally saw Feng Qingyang's expression and was thinking of taking the opportunity to slip away. When he was about to escape, he happened to feel Feng Qingyang's sharp gaze.
"Open!"
The Ghost King was bewildered and somewhat confused.
"I said open it and let me see where the master has gone." Feng Qingyang was speechless, and his heart was sweating. He thought to himself, is this really okay? Why does the wise Ghost King seem so stupid now
As the Six Paths of Reincarnation turned, Feng Qingyang's consciousness immediately entered it. With a whistling sound, he crossed several real realms and followed the remaining breath of the Lord of the City of Sin to find a place in the sealed realm.
"Where is this..." He stared blankly at the scenery around him, and suddenly felt somewhat familiar, as if he had been here countless years ago.
By the way, isn't this Li Qingshan's home? Understanding came to him like a tide, and he thought of his two nominal disciples. With a loud cry coming from the house, Feng Qingyang finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the master came here to reincarnate for a purpose, perhaps to try to walk the path he once walked.
Hidden in the void, time passed slowly until five years later.
A cute little kid ran out laughing, staring at the sky. His watery eyes showed a kind of great wisdom and arrogance.
"What are you looking at?" Feng Qingyang walked down from the void and stood silently beside the little boy. This was the reincarnation of his master. This was the first time the two of them came into contact. Not to mention the little boy felt a little strange, even he himself couldn't help himself.
"I am looking at the sky above my head. I wonder what kind of existence is outside the sky. Is there another me looking up at the sky like me?"
It is hard to imagine that these profound words came from the mouth of a five-year-old boy. Perhaps others might find them weird, but to Feng Qingyang, everything was so natural, as if it should be this way.
"Beyond the sky, there is naturally another sky. As the saying goes, the road has no boundaries and is endless. Only after climbing over one mountain can you see another mountain. That's right." Feng Qingyang interjected and also looked up at the sky.
The mountains he once looked up to are now all under his feet. Now, his sights are fixed on another mountain, and his journey is right under his feet. He will walk forward step by step, overcoming all obstacles, until he reaches the pinnacle of achievement.
The little boy pondered for a moment, his eyes showing deep thought. Feng Qingyang's words seemed to have touched him. Perhaps because of his subconscious, he felt a little closer to Feng Qingyang.
"The Tao has no boundaries, no end? But Daddy told me to be down-to-earth and not to always dream of the mountains beyond the heavens. He said that's not good."
"It's indeed not good, but it depends on what kind of life you want to have, an ordinary life, growing up, getting married and having children, or a passionate struggle, walking on the edge of life and death, until you reach the pinnacle by stepping on the corpses of your enemies, and then look back on the past." Feng Qingyang sighed. Perhaps, such days are not bad. In fact, he yearns for such days.
The little boy fell silent again. The morning sun rose silently. He finally looked up and said, "I would rather choose a passionate life than die here and turn into a piece of yellow earth."
Feng Qingyang raised his head and smiled, as if he had gotten the answer he wanted. "What's your name?"
"Li Qingshan!" The sonorous and powerful voice echoed in all directions. Feng Qingyang muttered silently, thinking that it was a good name that would last forever and be immortal.
"This is for you, but don't show it to others. Otherwise, you may be killed." Feng Qingyang flipped his hand, and the halo on it twisted, and with a roar, it turned into a jade slip the size of a palm.
Here, his experience in cultivation and various magical powers are recorded. What's more important is that on the last floor there are the past memories of the Lord of the City of Sin. Perhaps when he returns to the peak, that will be the day when he meets himself in the Supreme God Realm.
The little boy tightly grasped the jade slip and said thank you in an imperceptible way. Feng Qingyang smiled with his face up, then turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky, soaring up to 90,000 miles. His existence was like an illusion.
"Who was that just now?" After a long time, a handsome man suddenly walked out of the house. If Feng Qingyang were to see him again, he would definitely recognize that this was the cheap disciple he accepted back then.
As he appeared, a woman followed closely behind him. She had willow-shaped eyebrows and bright eyes like stars. She looked elegant, dignified and beautiful.
"He was clearly standing there, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sense his presence. He gave me the feeling that he had merged with the heaven and earth."
The man pondered for a long time and nodded. In fact, he had one more sentence unsaid, which was that he recognized him. In fact, as early as when Feng Qingyang appeared, he recognized him as his former master.
"The sky has changed now..."
He said softly, then picked up the little boy and slowly walked into the back room. His cultivation had actually reached the Nascent Soul stage. That's why he said the sky had changed.
It was also because, at the moment when he broke through the Nascent Soul stage, he seemed to be always locked by the Heavenly Dao. A powerful call was constantly attracting him, attracting him to transcend the tribulation and ascend to heaven.
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In the Xuanhuang Realm, at the foot of nine giant peaks, Feng Qingyang, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes. This time his soul entered the cycle of reincarnation and he saw the place where the city lord turned around. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Almost at this moment, there was a sound coming from the sky, waves of Buddhist chanting continued to surge, and numerous golden lotuses spread across the sky and earth, with an overwhelming fragrance, as if a fairy had ascended to heaven.
"Amitabha, since the city lord has gone, then I should go there as well. Perhaps I can save countless people with predestined relationships." The hearty laughter of the Saint Du'e came from the sky.
Immediately, golden light spread, and suddenly penetrated into the six reincarnations, locked onto the direction of the sealed boundary, and rushed straight towards it.
Boom boom boom!
One after another, it seemed to have become a trend. After Du'e entered the cycle of reincarnation, the leader of Duobao Pavilion also smiled at Feng Qingyang and entered it.
A world of one person might make a genius feel lonely, but what if a group of geniuses were in the same world? The rest of the saints were all like this, and they all entered the reincarnation cycle.
"Qingyang..." The Ghost King had a bitter look on his face. Although the way of heaven had changed, it was impossible for him not to be excited when all nine great saints were reincarnated from him at once.