Having said this, his bloodshot eyes suddenly became clear, as if a last glimmer of light had returned.
Kong Xuan's words were more powerful than words. Feng Qingyang smiled. It was enough to have him fighting by his side all the way.
He was very happy, even satisfied. He stood up and mobilized the last of his magic power to stimulate the corpse king's bloodline that had calmed to the extreme. A bang bang sound kept coming from his body. At this moment, he gained power.
Almost at the moment when the recoil force spread, he made a hand gesture with a flashing rune, not allowing Kong Xuan, who was carrying him, to resist at all, and gently pressed his palm on his head.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang turned into a long rainbow and flew in the opposite direction. Amidst the whistling sound, in this silent darkness, only the faint voice of expectation could be heard coming from the front.
"This is your hometown. I can only take you here. I'm sorry!" A deep sigh, filled with helplessness and guilt, however, this was also his firm farewell.
If he was destined to not be able to reach the other side, then why drag Kong Xuan along to die with him? He swung his sleeves, and his last grace shone across the unseen sky. His speed increased once more, and he disappeared into the void in the blink of an eye.
It happened in a flash. When Kong Xuan reacted, Feng Qingyang was no longer around him. The angry roar that spread throughout the void and shattered the universe pierced through the silence and darkness like destruction, echoing in Feng Qingyang's ears.
“Boy, you’re an idiot. Without you, even if I return to the God Realm, can I become a Divine Emperor again? My Emperor’s seal has been destroyed and I should have died without a burial place. If I hadn’t met you and used your wisdom to reverse the situation and save my remaining soul, how could I be who I am today?”
Kong Xuan sighed, and the disappeared god reappeared. A huge halo enveloped the void and spread towards the direction where Feng Qingyang disappeared. If they were really dead, then they would die together. They were fellow Taoists, but at the same time, they were also close friends who would endure life and death.
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In the Supreme Divine Realm, the Suzaku Divine Kingdom governed by the Jiuli Divine Dynasty, in the eastern part of the continent, among the Ten Thousand Mountains of the Shinto Sect, Pangu sat cross-legged on a cliff somewhere, silently looking at the east.
Looking at the place where the shocking aura appeared that year, and the place that shook the entire Supreme God Realm and even attracted the attention of the Holy God Emperor who had not been seen for many years.
He has been sitting here for five years. He has never left during these five years. He always believed that the commotion back then was entirely because of Feng Qingyang.
Although five years have passed now, with his trust, even if it is fifty years, five hundred years, or even five thousand years, what does that mean
“I don’t believe that you died due to the rejection of the God Realm! Because you are stronger than me. Although your existence is guided by me, your life is not guided by me.” Pangu’s face showed sadness. He blinked slightly and sighed. He suddenly remembered the face of Feng Qingyang when he saw him that year.
That young look, that stubborn look, the courage to face the consciousness of the Seven-Colored God, and even the courage to blow him up in person, how could such a person die so easily? He believed that perhaps a miracle would appear, perhaps as the four great realms of the true cultivators said, he was a miracle, a legend who constantly broke myths, maybe it was very slim, but didn't this slimness also represent possibility from the side
While existing in the void on the way to the Supreme God Realm, Feng Qingyang turned into a human form at some point, dressed in the same snow-white clothes. Perhaps in his subconscious, even if he died, he would die in a dignified manner without leaving any dirt.
With his hair disheveled, he walked in the dark void. He didn't know where he was or how much time had passed. He was just silently calculating how long he could hold on.
He thought about giving up, and just staying in the darkness until a long, long time later, but there was always a sudden, calm voice in his heart, telling him not to stop, never stop.
He didn't know where the voice came from, just as he knew that it might be his subconscious, so he obeyed and did not stop. Since he was wandering, he would wander forever.
Five years, six years, seven years, seven years passed. This was the second year since he parted with Kong Xuan, and also the seventh year since he left the Four Real Realms. He wandered, completely exiled in the eternal dark sky.
He didn't know why he couldn't reach the end. Was it too far? But why did the pressure from all sides not weaken, but on the contrary intensify
Boom!
Suddenly, he seemed to bump into something in the empty darkness. The feeling of being able to touch something real almost drove him crazy. His long, messy hair stood up behind his head.
He gritted his teeth and cut the tip of his tongue in an instant, letting his blood and essence escape. Then he quickly made a hand gesture and used this short-lived power to open his third eye.
At this moment, light reappeared. This was the first time he saw darkness after Kong Xuan dimmed the five-colored divine light. He saw an altar ten feet away from him.
In other words, he was now next to the altar, because he touched the iron chain. This thick iron chain looked like a giant dragon, coming from the void. He didn't know where it came from, but he could tell at a glance that there were nine of them.
"Could it be that someone has been here before?" Feng Qingyang became interested. Perhaps it was because he had been lonely for too long, and when he got to know new things again, he would often appear very excited, even crazy.
Then, with the weak penetrating power of his Heavenly Eye, he saw something on the altar that was pierced by iron chains. It was - it was a corpse.
His white clothes were as white as snow, his long hair was fluttering, and he was lying on the altar. If he was not lifeless, one would have thought he was a living person.
However, what was somewhat terrifying was that these nine iron chains actually pierced through his entire body, locking him inside. The faint cold color spread by the iron chains seemed so dazzling under the illumination of the Sky Eye.
No one knew where this corpse came from, or why it was lying here. He could not see the face, but could only vaguely see the body. However, he could still feel a strange force that he could not identify, slowly condensing from the void.
Feng Qingyang's heart trembled. Perhaps, it was this power that kept the corpse from decaying. His body flickered, and the last of his magic power made him rise up instantly. He arrived at the edge of the corpse almost instantly.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the chest of the corpse. The corpse king's blood seemed to be stimulated and suddenly turned. A suction force that swallowed the sky and the earth came, and instantly absorbed and swallowed the halo that was supposed to be condensed on the corpse.
At this moment, his weak appearance seemed to be revitalized as if he had been injected with chicken blood.