The cold feeling made his soul, which was about to fall into sleep, instantly wake up.
And the originally withered seeds showed signs of recovery under the impact of this force.
It was not until this time that he let go of the gathered power and allowed it to merge into the corpses on the altar.
This is his seventh year here!
Feng Qingyang sat on the edge of the altar, pondering for a moment. He did not immediately investigate the secrets of the altar and the corpse, but instead, he was concentrating on refining the halo that he had swallowed into his body.
"This power is too strange." Feng Qingyang murmured. The faint halo not only restored his essence, but even the exhausted mana was restored after being swallowed.
About half a minute later, Feng Qingyang stood up and looked around the void. He did not see Kong Xuan's colorful divine light. He thought he had reached the supreme divine realm, right
With a sigh, feeling full of energy and strength, he knew that at least he could hold on for another seven years. He stood up and walked towards the center of the altar. He wanted to see what this corpse was.
He was not moving fast, and he was moving cautiously step by step. He would set up a barrier with every step he took. There were halos of light gathering from all directions on the altar all the time, and he could restore his own magic power by absorbing them, so he did not save any energy.
"Seventh year, I have been exiled to this place for seven years. I did not go in the wrong direction, and I can even clearly feel the source of pressure from all directions. But why can't I enter that world?"
Feng Qingyang gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step. His spiritual sense spread out, covering the entire altar. Looking at the corpse in the center, he didn't know why, but he always felt a strong throbbing sensation.
He walked slowly with a heavy heart, especially when the throbbing in his heart became stronger and stronger, his blood beat even more restlessly, pushing him forward to find the answer.
Time passed, and suddenly, he arrived. He walked to the center of the altar, but to his shock, he did not see the face of the corpse.
It was a bloody face with all the facial features gone. In fact, at a glance, one could tell that his entire face had been dug out alive by something.
The scene was cruel and bloody. No one knew how many years it had existed. However, under the constantly gathering halo of light, it would not be destroyed and remained in its original appearance from beginning to end.
This is a huge ancient bronze coffin. It is because of the existence of this ancient coffin that the body inside can be protected from decay. It is also because of this coffin that the halo of the void can condense.
The tall and straight corpse, if you ignore the face, should also be a very majestic man, wearing a white robe with the stars, sun and moon outlined.
The mouth of the ancient coffin was emitting a hazy light curtain. Feng Qingyang stood there and pondered for a long time. He didn't know why his heart suddenly contracted when he saw this person.
Turning around and looking in all directions, he saw nine iron chains running through him, wrapping around and suppressing him. Could it be that the existence of this darkness was just to prevent him from getting out
This battle lasted for a whole year. During this year, he was never weak and always remained awake and strong. He looked at the ancient coffin and the corpse for a year, and he seemed to understand who he was.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a surge of anger. This rage was surging and swept in all directions. The corpse king blood in his body was even more ferocious, and there seemed to be a faint unwilling will rising.
The important thing is that during this year, perhaps because of the constant stimulation, the seed in Dantian has actually expanded a bit, and its surface is covered with countless complex inscriptions.
Even if Feng Qingyang wanted to take a closer look, he couldn't. If he looked for too long, his mind would be damaged. However, during this year, he also understood a lot of things.
The biggest doubt that had been bothering him for a long time finally began to show a glimmer of hope. He turned around, swung his fist, and instantly hit the ancient bronze coffin filled with light behind him.
"Is it you who made me leave this place for eight years? Is it you who called me that made me find this place?"
Feng Qingyang understood, he understood during this year of silence. Maybe he still had doubts in his heart, but when he looked at the iron chain that pierced the sky, he suddenly looked back and realized, isn't this person himself
He seemed to see that one day countless years ago, someone came here. He might have offended someone, so that after his death, his body was suppressed here.
This coffin is not a simple ancient bronze coffin, but one that has the function of avoiding the secrets of heaven and the cycle of fate and reincarnation. This coffin is called the Soul-avoiding Coffin!
"You are me and I am you. It turns out that the person in my dream is not Pangu, nor is it anyone else in the spirit world. That person is me. But who am I?"
Feng Qingyang went crazy. He punched the light curtain again and again. The light curtain looked ordinary, but when his fists touched it, it emitted an extremely sharp cutting force.
The blood flowed along the light curtain, part of it entered the light curtain, while the other part silently dripped along the edge onto the altar.
What he didn't know was that after the blood touched the altar, it disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if it was swallowed by it. Slowly, a roar gradually arose.
Feng Qingyang had no idea of this strange change. At this moment, he was like a complete madman. Even though his mind was clear, his body did not stop its crazy behavior.
As the seed in his dantian rotated, the breath that he had never understood burst out again and gathered along his fist. With a bang, the light curtain shattered, and he pressed on the corpse in the coffin.
Almost at this moment, wailing roars came from all directions. No one knew where this wailing came from, and there was no trace of it in any direction. It seemed that at the moment when Feng Qingyang broke the light curtain, he touched something.
With a loud bang, a huge sea of cloud suddenly condensed in the dark void, submerging the sky and the earth, and completely surrounding this place.
Feng Qingyang's eyes were blurred, he seemed to have entered another strange space. He clearly saw a person sitting cross-legged opposite him. He had delicate features and looked somewhat ordinary, but the aura emanating from him was extremely shocking. At least with his current level of cultivation, he could not understand it at all.
He thought it was an illusion, but when he looked carefully, he found that the person was himself. Almost the moment he looked over, the person opened his eyes. The two looked at each other, and a sense of breath filled their bodies.
This feeling was strange yet familiar. He had experienced it before, when his soul entered a dark space after falling asleep and looked into the eyes of the giant pierced by nine chains.
"This is..." Feng Qingyang looked a little dazed, hiding his shock deeply.