Another year,
This is his second year here, and Kong Xuan seems to have aged even more.
A year ago, he still had the energy to chat with Feng Qingyang, but this year, he has become completely quiet.
In the boundless and silent void, only his faint breathing could be heard. As time passed, the sound gradually became fainter and seemed to be about to disappear at any time.
And the mysterious sensation also reached its peak at this moment. For the first time, Feng Qingyang felt the familiar and terrifying pressure from the darkness very clearly.
This pressure broke through the invisible barriers that blocked his spread and went straight into his heart. Kong Xuan had completely weakened under this pressure.
"If I die, you must remember me. My name is Kong Xuan..." The half-dead voice of the mixed-haired bird came from the dull void. Feng Qingyang laughed in silence. Life or death, it all depends on this one move.
Buzz…
Suddenly, his soul was shaken, and a powerful pressure swept through his soul, shaking his whole body. This time, Kong Xuan did not notice that Feng Qingyang, who was sitting cross-legged on his back, almost fell down.
His whole body shook, as if in an instant, countless mountains swept over and suppressed him fiercely. The obstacles in his body spread by the mysterious seed in his dantian and the blood of the corpse king were completely shattered, weakened, and even unable to recover.
At this moment, he realized that he was in a desperate situation. His mana was consumed and could not be recovered. Every point he used was one less. Kong Xuan was like a half-dead old dog.
The five-colored divine light was dim, only illuminating the two of them before they were swallowed up by the endless darkness and the empty sky. It seemed that he was a prehistoric beast entrenched here, devouring all the creatures that dared to walk out of the cave world.
Slowly, another year passed, and almost at the moment when the third year arrived, Kong Xuan's weak voice was heard again. If he hadn't spoken again, Feng Qingyang would have thought that he had fallen asleep.
Kong Xuan is immortal, at least, that's what he thinks. The origin of this mysterious colorful peacock is not inferior to his, and it may even be older.
In the fourth year, without waiting for Kong Xuan to speak, Feng Qingyang, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly stood up. He wanted to meditate and concentrate, but the pressure he was facing and the terrifying silence all around made him irritable and he could no longer continue meditating.
The pressure from all directions turned into two invisible hands that completely trapped him. The pressure was so great that Feng Qingyang felt suffocated for the first time in a long time.
The physical body that surpassed Pangu's true body still cracked even under the infinite tempering of the Green Lotus of Creation and the blood of the Corpse King, while the light of Kong Xuan under him disappeared completely.
However, he was still alive, because Feng Qingyang could feel his trembling body, as if this guy was only now truly using his body to resist the pressure from all sides. This old monster, Feng Qingyang's mood suddenly improved. Although the situation was not very good, at least he understood that he was not alone and had Kong Xuan's company.
This was the fifth year since he left the Four Realms and entered the Supreme Divine Realm. Five years ago in the eastern part of the Supreme Divine Realm, the decrees of the God Emperor that were sent down by the Suzaku Divine Kingdom seemed to have slowly faded away under the wash of time.
The Suzaku Divine Kingdom, which had originally mobilized all its forces, also changed its original inspections into patrols and irregular investigations at the request of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty. It seemed that the shock on that day was just a flash in the pan in the long years to them.
Feng Qingyang in the void had bloodshot eyes. The pressure was so strong that it was almost indescribable. It was completely different from the feeling he had when he entered the spiritual world from the world of cultivation.
If Kong Xuan had not continued to gallop, he almost thought that he was going to die here, and even now, he had the illusion that he was going to stop here.
The mysterious seed in his body was spinning very slowly, so slowly that it was impossible to detect it without careful observation. He wanted to circulate the power of his blood to block the pressure from the Supreme God Realm, but in the end, it ended in failure. His magic power was almost exhausted and on the verge of being exhausted.
He really couldn't describe the five years in words. It was like purgatory, an extreme torment of the soul.
But he never regretted it. Even if he really died on the road, he would still proudly say that I did it for my own beliefs, for Xiao Zhu, for Jiu Huang, for Kong Xuan, and more importantly, for the four great true realms to truly enter the divine realm.
He has no regrets, and no complaints!
In the blink of an eye, another half a year passed. He became emaciated and looked like a zombie crawling out of a grave, with a green face, fangs, and tattered clothes.
The remaining Kong Xuan was also in an extremely miserable state. His gorgeous feathers disappeared, and the colorful divine light was all swallowed up by the dark void. At this moment, he had returned to the state he was when Feng Qingyang first saw him. He was bald, with only the hair on his tail and forehead remaining. Even so, he was at risk of falling off.
"I'm going to die," Kong Xuan screamed.
Feng Qingyang laughed at himself. Five and a half years, did he stop there? At this moment, he suddenly wondered how Pangu had gotten out of there. Did he have his own experience? His feeling was right. He was clearly infinitely close to the Supreme God Realm, but why could he never reach it
Moreover, the pressure he felt now was also increasing infinitely. This had exceeded his limit and reached a point where he could no longer resist. He raised his hand and touched Kong Xuan's finger.
His eyes revealed sadness and strong reluctance, as if this was not the result he wanted, but the facts were right in front of him and he could only accept it with regret.
Kong Xuan is stronger than him, perhaps not in physical strength, but in adaptability, or in other words, he himself belongs to the realm of gods.
"Go ahead. This is your hometown. If you leave me behind, you will find your way faster."
When Kong Xuan heard this, his whole body suddenly shook, and an angry roar spread throughout the void. This voice also revealed a strong sense of unwillingness and deep regret.
But this time he did not refute Feng Qingyang's words, nor did he speak, but continued to gallop forward silently. His originally slow speed seemed to have changed under the stimulation of this sentence.
He knew who Feng Qingyang was better than anyone else! How could he leave? How could he leave Feng Qingyang alone? He was surprised that Feng Qingyang could guess his relationship with the Supreme God Realm, but even so, even if he died, he would carry Feng Qingyang and move forward.
Feng Qingyang smiled miserably, but at the same time, there was a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Kong Xuan never gave up. He understood the other person's heart, just as he understood Feng Qingyang.
"But I really don't want to drag you down with me!"